On the balcony, there was already an exquisite small table in front of Elder Liang.
Elder Liang's son and grandchildren were all there. Only Changfeng immediately slipped away after delivering the chicken blood soup. Not long after, Chang Le also left the room and ran out.
"Dad, why don't you try it first?"
Elder Liang's eldest son bent down and whispered. When he said this, he was also enduring it. After the chicken blood soup was served, the fragrance became even stronger. Especially when he looked at the emerald red chicken blood floating in the bowl, his throat felt dry.
He even suspected that if he continued to squat here, he would not be able to resist taking a bite.
There was something that no matter if it was male or female, young or old, tall or short, fat or skinny, noble or lowly, it was called delicacies. When encountering real delicacies, everyone would encounter the same temptation. The only difference was their endurance.
Elder Liang's son's endurance was not bad.
"Okay!"
Elder Liang was not as tormented as his eldest son, but after the chicken blood soup was served, he could clearly feel his stomach squirming. This was a kind of hunger, a kind of hunger that wanted to eat. He had not felt this kind of feeling for a long time.
Holding a spoon, Elder Liang gently scooped up a spoonful of soup and took a sip.
Seeing him eat the chicken blood soup, a few people could not help but turn their heads away. They did not dare to continue watching. If they continued watching, they did not know if they could hold it in.
After taking a sip, Elder Liang's eyes lit up. He took a sip and drank the entire spoonful of chicken blood soup.
"Good, not bad!"
Elder Liang could not help but praise. One had to know that he had not praised like this even when he was eating fried eggs. This was a praise from the bottom of his heart.
After drinking the soup, Elder Liang scooped out another piece of chicken blood. It was a square of chicken blood. There was not a single dent on the chicken blood. It was as pink as a baby's skin, smooth and bright.
Elder Liang placed the entire piece of chicken blood into his mouth and took a small bite. The chicken blood seemed to contain an endless amount of chicken juice, and it instantly erupted. The clear fragrance wreaked havoc in his mouth, and Elder Liang couldn't help but take another bite. After a few more bites, the crisp chicken blood was unnaturally swallowed into his stomach, leaving behind a lingering fragrance.
"Good, it's really delicious!"
Old Liang exclaimed in admiration again while Doctor He was a little dumbfounded. A severe anorexia patient not only regained his appetite but also repeatedly praised this kind of food. This was absolutely impossible in the past, but all of this was happening right in front of him, so he had to believe it.
While Master Liang was eating the chicken blood soup, Gu Zheng had already filled two bowls. It wasn't as much as Master Liang, but it wasn't a small amount either.
He took a bite of the soup first. The taste was indeed different. It was much better than the original chicken blood soup without any supplementary ingredients. This time, he was really deceived by the Artifact Spirit. How was the taste not much different? It was almost twice as different.
It was likely that only the Artifact Spirit would be able to say that the difference was not too great. If it were anyone else, after eating these two chicken blood soups, they would say that it was not the same.
"Where is mine? Where is mine?"
Changfeng ran over quickly and shouted as soon as he entered the door. Gu Zheng nodded and Changfeng immediately saw his bowl. He immediately rushed over, picked up the bowl, and put it in front of his mouth.
Just as he put it there, he seemed to have thought of something and carefully took the bowl down again. Then, he took out a spoon and slowly tasted it.
Delicious, it was really delicious. It was even more delicious than fried eggs. It was really blissful to be able to eat such delicious food.
Fortunately, he didn't act impulsively just now and didn't drink it in one gulp. Drinking it in one gulp was a crime, a serious crime of waste. Such delicious food had to be savored slowly.
"Master Gu, I knew you still had it. Do you still have it? Give me some!"
Chang Le also walked in at this time. When he saw Gu Zheng and Changfeng drinking the chicken blood soup, he asked anxiously.
"There's still a little in the pot. You can scoop it yourself!"
Gu Zheng replied directly. There was indeed a little in the pot, but there was only soup left. There was no chicken blood, and there was only a little soup left at the bottom of the pot.
Although it was only a little, Chang Le didn't mind. He immediately took the bowl and poured it all out. He drank more than half of the small bowl of soup in one gulp.
"It smells good. So this is chicken blood soup. I really regret not asking Master Gu to make some earlier to try!"
After drinking a big mouthful, Chang Le took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice. He had eaten the leftover immortal chicken used in Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup before, as well as fried eggs and other food. In his eyes, those were already the best. There was no food that could compare to them.
Only now did he realize that he was wrong, seriously wrong. There was no such thing as the best delicacies in the world, only better. In Master Gu's opinion, there was definitely no such thing as the best. Even the most delicious food now would probably become the past soon, and even more delicious food would appear.
"Changfeng, give me a piece of chicken blood!"
Chang Le looked at the remaining chicken blood soup at the bottom of the bowl and felt a little depressed. When he saw Changfeng eating the chicken blood happily, he immediately ran over and asked Changfeng to share the chicken blood with him.
He was too embarrassed to fight with Gu Zheng. Changfeng was his biological brother, and he had brought him up. What was wrong with asking for a piece of chicken blood?
"No, that's all I have. If you want to eat, go get it yourself!"
What Chang Le didn't expect was that Changfeng would actually protect the bowl and not give it to him. He was so angry that he almost slapped Changfeng on the head. Was this still the younger brother who listened to him the most? He was so stingy that he didn't even give him a piece of chicken blood.
If he didn't want to give it to him, then fine. If he didn't want to give it to him, then he would snatch it. Chang Le immediately pounced over.
"Not bad!"
On the balcony, Elder Liang had already praised him for the third time. He had already eaten half of the chicken blood soup in the bowl, and he didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, the more energetic he was, the better.
"Elder Liang, Elder Liang, what delicious food did you eat? Can you share some with me?"
A loud shout suddenly came from outside. The people in the room were stunned. Not long after, an old man ran in by himself. There were two people beside him. The two of them looked at the people in the room awkwardly.
"Brother Liang, I'm sorry. My father usually eats. Just now, when he smelled the fragrance of your food, he couldn't help but run over!"
One of them even apologized to Elder Liang's eldest son. The old man didn't care so much and had already rushed in front of Elder Liang. His eyes were staring straight at the chicken blood soup in front of Elder Liang.
"This is it. What is this? It's so fragrant!"
He swallowed his saliva. His eyes were still shining with a thieving light. He almost wanted to snatch it.
"Elder Hong, this is the food therapy that we asked someone to make for my father. According to that person, as long as my father eats this food for seven days in a row, his illness can be cured!"
Elder Liang's eldest son hurriedly went forward to explain. The old man who ran over had a great background. His status was not inferior to his father's at all. Moreover, he had a good relationship with his father. If he really snatched the chicken blood soup away, even they couldn't say anything.
"Food therapy can cure illnesses?"
Hearing him say this, Elder Hong, who had just rushed in, was embarrassed to snatch it. If it was ordinary food, he would have snatched it. After all, it was food. At most, he would compensate for it in the future. However, this was food therapy. It was equivalent to medicine. It was medicine that could cure Elder Liang's illness. This couldn't be taken casually.
He still had this sense of propriety.
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