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- In the hotel, Gu Zheng looked at the big pot of soup and felt very worried.
Before delivering the soup, Mr. Sun also told Gu Zheng the detailed history of this pot of old soup. This pot of old soup was indeed an old pot of soup, but it did not reach the century-old age of the rumor. To be precise, this pot of old soup was made in the 23rd year of the Republic of China. Master Sun's master cooked it over a fire.
Even if it is not a hundred years old, it still has a history of more than 80 years. During the period, it was very difficult to protect this pot of old soup. It can even be made into a TV series.
????????????????????????????????? From master to apprentice, Mr. Sun is the third generation. It was originally supposed to be passed on to his son in his generation, but unfortunately his son failed to live up to his expectations. None of his three sons gave him peace of mind, so he simply left it to the ancients to fight.
Although Gu Zheng is not Mr. Sun¡¯s apprentice, he is a young man with very good cooking skills. This pot of old soup is much better in Gu Zheng¡¯s hands than in his son¡¯s hands.
If it really comes into the hands of his sons, it won¡¯t take long before this pot of old soup may be gone. Someone did offer millions to buy this pot of old soup. At that time, his sons were very excited, but he sternly refused.
At that time, millions were very valuable. Now it seems that it is right to keep Laotang, but what if someone offers tens of millions?
Ten million won¡¯t work, what about thirty million?
What about fifty million?
If the price reaches a certain level, he believes that his son will definitely sell it directly. In addition, he also has another biggest worry. The reason why the chicken blood soup business is so good is because he has been strictly controlling the ingredients of the old soup. Proportion.
The Laotang that is poured out every day can only make five thousand bowls of chicken blood soup. If it is too much, it will affect the taste. And several of his sons have called out more than once to open a branch. If there is no Laotang to open a branch, then it will be difficult. It can only be the same as ordinary chicken blood soup, and sooner or later his signature will be ruined.
These were all things that made Mr. Sun worried. He had no better choice before. When he learned that Gu Zheng had made better chicken blood soup than him, he asked someone to inquire about Gu Zheng. Although There is very little information, but the evaluation of Gu Zheng as a person is very good.
Especially Lao Hu from Shanghai City, who grew up watching Gu Zheng and knows the child¡¯s character.
Combining all the elements, Mr. Sun finally made up his mind to hand over Laotang to Gu Zheng for continuation, rather than a simple bet, which was just his excuse.
If Sun Er loses a bet with someone else, even if he loses to a pure gambler, Mr. Sun will ruin the pot of old soup and won't use it to cash in his gambling debts.
"Weapon Spirit, can this thing be sent into the prehistoric space?"
For more than 80 years of old soup, let's not say that it is kept, and it is not easy to bring. It is also worried about its deterioration. Once the quality is deteriorated, it is equivalent to completely destroying it.
When he thought about deterioration, he thought of the prehistoric space. Things in the prehistoric space would not deteriorate.
"Can!"
Qi Ling answered directly. In the next second, Gu Zheng and the pot of old soup were brought into the ancient space. 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 within the range of the hotel's cameras, because Lao Tang was more important, so he was put in the room for now. Chang Feng opened deluxe rooms, which were very large.
"Qi Ling, if you put this old soup here, it won't go bad without fire, right?"
Qi Ling asked worriedly, Lao Tang cannot extinguish the fire. If the fire is extinguished for a long time, it will have a great impact on the Lao Tang. Good Lao Tang is boiled 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 its best condition!"
"Xianli, how much Xianli is needed?"
Gu Zheng didn¡¯t expect that maintaining Laotang¡¯s condition would require immortal power. This required 24 hours of maintenance, which meant that he had to provide immortal power for 24 hours. How could he have so much immortal power to support it.
"It doesn't take much, because it's in the ancient space, so as long as you have a little immortal power, you can support it. Don't worry, it won't have any impact on you!"
Qi Ling answered again, this time to reassure Gu Zheng. He was worried that someone who didn't understand would ruin the pot of old soup, so he might as well leave it to others to take care of.
The ingredients of Laotang are only second-rate, not ordinary, but its soup can achieve the taste and charm of ordinary levels. This is what amazed Gu Zheng. Qi Ling explained to Gu Zheng that food sublimates over time.
The so-called sublimation of time means that the longer the food can be preserved naturally, the higher its quality will be. What we are talking about here is food, not a single ingredient. No matter how long a single ingredient is stored, it will be useless.
Food must be preserved naturally. Natural preservation is actually very difficult. It is even more difficult on earth. Adding preservatives and additives does not count. Those additions will only lower the food grade and will never improve it.
Like this pot of old soup, it keeps boiling.It is equivalent to the food being cooked for more than 80 years. It is carefully cared for every day, and new materials and materials are added every day. The materials are never random, and finally the old soup is made beyond its own quality.
But this kind of old soup can only improve one quality at most, no matter how high it is.
Even so, it is amazing. A pot of inferior soup has turned into an ordinary soup. No wonder this pot of old soup is so famous and Sun Er can achieve so many achievements. It is a pity that some of the ingredients in their chicken blood soup The grade is not high, but it ends up affecting some of the taste.
The matter with Laotang has finally been settled for the time being, and the rest will be dealt with when he returns to Shanghai. Mr. Sun told him that he can open his own shop for this pot of Laotang, but the daily sales cannot exceed 5,000 bowls, so as not to affect the quality of Laotang.
??The ancient contention 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. If Mr. Sun is still around at that time, he is willing to accept this person as his apprentice as a formal inheritance.
Mr. Sun didn't mention taking Gu Zheng as his disciple. He couldn't say this. Gu Zheng's own cooking skills were already better than his. The chicken blood soup he made without the old soup was even better than him. No matter what he felt in his heart, Thinking about it, there is no way to mention it.
It¡¯s like a chess player who wants to take on an apprentice. How can he have the nerve to let a young man he just met but whose chess skills are better than him be his apprentice?
Outside the hotel, Chang Feng finally got rid of the Sun family members. He was very proud that he was relieved today.
¡°Where¡¯s that pot of old soup?¡±
Back at the hotel, Chang Feng only saw Gu Zheng but not Lao Tang, and immediately asked in surprise.
"I'll send someone back to Shanghai first!"
Gu Zheng gave a random reason. Chang Feng didn't expect Gu Zheng to deliver it so quickly. In just a moment, the soup had disappeared.
Chang Feng looked surprised and asked blankly: "When did it happen? Why didn't I know it at the door? How far have I walked? I still want to taste the old soup!"
"I'm going out the back door for a little while. If you want to eat, I'll cook it for you when I get back. With me following you, are you still worried that there won't be anything delicious?" Gu Zheng hurriedly changed the subject. That pot of old soup was always in his mind. I have it with me.
¡°Yes, I¡¯ve had chicken blood soup today, can I have Golden Dragon Flying Sky or shredded chicken noodle soup tonight?¡±
Chang Feng grinned. He had never tasted several of the foods Gu Zheng made, including egg fried rice and shredded chicken noodle soup. He had long wanted to try them.
¡°No, let¡¯s eat soup dumplings tonight!¡±
Gu Zheng rolled his eyes. Rice is needed for egg fried rice. His fairy rice has not been harvested yet, and there is no harvest for the time being. Shredded chicken noodle soup is not enough. The last mature chicken has been used, and it also needs to be ripened.
Without raw materials, he couldn't make it at all. All he could do now was omelette. To eat omelette, he might as well taste the soup dumplings here again and try another store. There is a store opened by two brothers here. I had it last time. The most important thing is the skin. Let¡¯s eat the stuffing this time and taste how it tastes.
He still owes Mumu a manuscript. Unfortunately, although he has written about soup dumplings, it is not the same one this time, and the two families have a lot of stories, so the writing effect is better.
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