In the hotel, Gu Zheng looked at the big pot of soup and was very worried. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before sending the soup, Mr. Sun also told Gu Zheng the detailed history of this pot of old soup, this is indeed a pot of old soup, but it has not reached the rumored 100-year year, to be precise, this pot of old soup was cooked by the master of Mr. Sun in the 23rd year of the Republic of China.

Even if it is not a hundred years, it has a history of more than 80 years, and it is very difficult to protect this pot of old soup in the middle, and a TV series can be made.

In the past, they were all masters and apprentices, and Mr. Sun was the third generation, and his generation was originally going to be passed on to his son, but unfortunately his son was not angry, and none of the three sons made him worry, so he simply gave Gu Zheng.

Although Gu Zheng is not the apprentice of Old Man Sun, he is a young man with very good cooking skills, and this pot of old soup is much better in Gu Zheng's hands than in his son's hands.

It's really in the hands of his son, it won't be long before this pot of old soup may be gone, someone did pay millions to buy this pot of old soup before, and his sons were very moved at that time, but he sternly refused.

At that time, the million was very valuable, and now it is right to keep the old soup, but what if someone pays tens of millions?

10 million is not good, what about 30 million?

What about 50 million?

When it comes to a certain price, he believes that his son will definitely sell it directly, in addition, he has one of the biggest worries, the reason why the business of chicken blood soup is so good is because he has been strictly controlling the proportion of old soup.

The old soup served every day can only be mixed with 5,000 bowls of chicken blood soup, and more will affect the taste, and his sons have shouted more than once to open a branch, and if there is no old soup to open a branch, it can only be the same as ordinary chicken blood soup, and sooner or later it will smash his signboard.

These are the places that make Old Man Sun feel uneasy, he had no better choice before, he learned that Gu Zheng made a better chicken blood soup than him, so he asked someone to inquire about Gu Zheng, although there is little information, but the evaluation of Gu Zheng is very good.

Especially Lao Hu of Shencheng, who grew up watching Gu Zheng, knows this child's heart.

Combining all the elements, it was Old Man Sun who finally made up his mind to hand over the old soup to Gu Zheng to continue to pass on, rather than a simple bet, the bet was just his excuse.

If Sun Er loses a bet with others, and loses to a pure gambler, Old Man Sun will ruin this old pot of soup, and he will not use it to cash out his gambling debts.

"Machine Spirit, can this thing be sent into the Flood Space?"

Eighty years of old soup, not to mention the storage, it is not easy to carry, and you have to worry about it deteriorating, once it deteriorates, it is equivalent to complete destruction.

When he thought of metamorphosis, he thought of the desolate space again, and the things in the desolate space would not deteriorate.

"Yes!"

The machine spirit replied directly, and in the next second, Gu Zheng and the old pot of soup were both brought into the desolate space, and even the stove under the old soup was brought in, but the stove was extinguished as soon as it came in.

Fortunately, he was not in the range of the hotel's camera, because Lao Tang was more important, so he was temporarily put into the room first, and Chang Feng opened all the deluxe rooms, and the rooms were very large.

"Ji Ling, this old soup is placed here, it won't spoil if there is no fire, right?"

Ji Ling asked uneasily, the old soup can't put out the fire, if the fire is extinguished for a long time, it will have a great impact on the old soup, and the good old soup is boiled out without stopping the fire.

"Don't worry, as long as you provide me with immortal power, I can keep this pot of old soup in the best condition!"

"Immortal power, how much immortal power do you need?"

Gu Zheng didn't expect that maintaining the state of Lao Tang still needed immortal power, which was to be maintained twenty-four hours a day, which was equivalent to saying that he had to provide immortal power twenty-four hours a day, how could he have so much immortal power to support.

"I don't need much, because it's in the desolate space, so as long as there is a little immortal power, it can be supported, don't worry, it won't have any impact on you!"

Ji Ling replied again, this time it was to reassure Gu Zheng, and he was worried that someone who didn't understand would ruin this old soup, so it was better to hand it over to Ji Ling.

The grade of the ingredients of the old soup is only inferior, not ordinary, but its soup can reach the taste and charm of the ordinary level, which is also a point that makes Gu Zheng amazing.

The so-called sublimation of age refers to the longer the food can be naturally preserved, the higher its quality, here we are talking about food, not a single ingredient, a single ingredient is useless no matter how long it is placed.

Food should be preserved naturally, natural preservation is actually difficult, it is even more difficult on the earth, adding preservatives, additives or anything can not be counted, those additions will only reduce the level of food, and will definitely not improve.

Like this pot of old soup, it has been boiling, which is equivalent to the food has been in the production period, cooked for more than 80 years, carefully cared for every day, added salaries and new materials every day, and the materials are never arbitrary, and finally boiled out an old soup that exceeds its own quality.

However, this old soup can only improve the quality by one at most, and no matter how high it is, it will not work.

Even so, it is also remarkable, a pot of inferior soup has simply become an ordinary level soup, no wonder this pot of old soup is so famous, Sun Er can achieve so many results, but unfortunately, some of the ingredients of their chicken blood soup are not of high grade, but it eventually affects some tastes.

The matter of the old soup was finally solved temporarily, and the rest was said when he returned to Shencheng, and the old man Sun told him that he could open his own store for this pot of old soup, but the daily sales could not exceed five thousand bowls, so as not to affect the quality of the old soup.

Gu Zheng can also be transferred to others, but it must be transferred to a person who has real cooking skills, loves cooking, and has a good heart.

Old Man Sun didn't mention the matter of accepting Gu Zheng as an apprentice, he couldn't say this, Gu Zheng's own cooking skills were already better than him, and the chicken blood soup he made was better than him, even if he thought about it in his heart, he couldn't mention it.

It's like a chess player who wants to take in an apprentice, how can he be embarrassed to let a young man who has just met but is even better at chess than him be an apprentice?

Outside the hotel, Chang Feng finally sent the people of the Sun family away, and today he let him breathe, very proud.

"What about the old soup?"

Back at the hotel, Chang Feng only saw Gu Zheng, not Lao Tang, and immediately asked in surprise.

"I'll send people back to Shencheng first!"

Gu Zheng casually said a reason, Chang Feng didn't expect Gu Zheng to send it so quickly, and the soup was already gone.

Chang Feng looked surprised, and asked blankly: "When is it, why don't I know at the door, how far have I walked, I still want to taste that old soup!"

"For a while, let's go out the back door, you want to eat, I'll make it for you when I go back, with me with you, are you still worried that there is nothing to eat?"

"Also, I've eaten chicken blood soup today, can I eat Golden Dragon Feitian or shredded chicken noodle soup at night?"

Chang Feng grinned, he hadn't eaten several foods made by Gu Zheng, egg fried rice and shredded chicken noodle soup, he had long wanted to try them.

"No, eat soup dumplings tonight!"

Gu Zheng rolled his eyes, egg fried rice needs rice, his fairy rice has not been urged, there is no harvest for the time being, and the shredded chicken noodle soup is not good, and the last mature chicken is used up, and it also needs to be ripened.

Without the raw materials, he can't make it at all, this will only be able to make an omelette, eat an omelette, it is better to taste the soup dumplings here, change the shop, there are two brothers here to open a shop, last time I ate the skin, this time to eat the filling, taste the taste of the filling.

He still owes Mu Mu a manuscript, but unfortunately although he has written the soup dumplings, this time it is not the same family, and the two families have a very good story, and it is better to write it.