In the hotel, Gu Zheng looked at the big pot of soup and was very worried.
Before delivering the soup, Old Man Sun also told Gu Zheng the detailed history of this pot of aged soup. This was indeed a pot of aged soup, but it had not reached the legendary age of 100 years. To be precise, this pot of aged soup was cooked in the 23rd year of the Republic of China by the master of Old Man Sun's master.
Even if it was not a hundred years old, it had a history of more than eighty years. In the middle, it was very difficult to protect this pot of soup. It was enough to make a TV series.
Before that, it was the master who passed on the disciple. Old Man Sun was the third generation. In his generation, he was supposed to pass it on to his son. Unfortunately, his son was disappointing. None of his three sons made him worry, so he simply gave it to Gu Zheng.
Although Gu Zheng was not Old Man Sun's disciple, he was a young man with very good cooking skills. This pot of soup in the hands of Gu Zheng was much better than in the hands of his son.
If it was really in the hands of his son, it would not be long before this pot of soup was gone. Someone did offer a million yuan to buy this pot of soup. At that time, his sons were very tempted, but he sternly refused.
At that time, a million yuan was very valuable. Now it seemed that it was right to keep the soup, but what if someone offered ten million yuan?
If ten million yuan was not enough, what about thirty million yuan?
What about fifty million yuan?
If it really reached a certain price, he believed that his son would definitely sell it directly. In addition, he had a biggest worry. The reason why the business of chicken blood soup was so good was that he had been strictly controlling the proportion of the soup.
The soup that was poured out every day could only be mixed into five thousand bowls of chicken blood soup. More than that would affect the taste. His sons had shouted more than once that they wanted to open a branch. Without the soup, it could only be like ordinary chicken blood soup. Sooner or later, it would ruin his reputation.
These were all things that made Old Man Sun worried. He did not have a better choice before. When he learned that Gu Zheng made a better chicken blood soup than him, he asked someone to inquire about Gu Zheng. Although there was very little information, Gu Zheng's evaluation of this person was very good.
Especially Old Hu of Shen City. He had watched Gu Zheng grow up and knew his temperament.
Combining all the factors, Old Man Sun finally made up his mind to pass on the stew to Gu Zheng. It was not a simple bet. The bet was just an excuse.
If Sun Er lost a bet with someone else and lost to a pure gambler, Old Man Sun would rather destroy this pot of stew than let him use it to fulfill his gambling debt.
"Artifact Spirit, can this thing be sent into the Chaos Space?"
The soup was more than eighty years old. Not to mention keeping it safe, it was not easy to bring it around. Furthermore, they had to worry about it going bad. Once it went bad, it would be completely ruined.
When he thought of the changes, he thought of the Great Desolate Space. The things in the Great Desolate Space would not change.
"Sure!"
In the next second, Gu Zheng and the pot of soup were brought into the Chaos Space. Even the stove under the pot of soup was brought in. However, the stove was extinguished as soon as it was brought in.
Fortunately, he was not in the range of the hotel's surveillance camera. Because the stew was more important, he temporarily put it in the room. Changfeng had booked a luxurious room. The room was very big.
"Artifact Spirit, this stew is placed here. If there is no fire, it won't go bad, right?"
The Artifact Spirit asked again. The stew could not extinguish the fire. If the fire was extinguished for a long time, it would have a great impact on the stew. Good stew was boiled continuously without stopping the fire.
"Don't worry. As long as you provide me with immortal power, I can keep this pot of stew in its best condition!"
"Immortal power? How much immortal power do you need?"
Gu Zheng did not expect to need immortal power to keep the stew in its best condition. It had to be maintained 24 hours a day, which meant that he had to provide immortal power 24 hours a day. How could he have so much immortal power to support it?
"Not much is needed. Because it is in the Chaos Space, a little immortal power is enough to support it. Don't worry, it won't have any impact on you!"
The Artifact Spirit answered again. This time, Gu Zheng was relieved. He was worried that someone who did not know how to take care of the stew would ruin it. It was better to leave it to the Artifact Spirit.
The grade of the stew's ingredients was only second-grade. It was not ordinary, but its stew could reach the taste and charm of an ordinary grade. This was also what surprised Gu Zheng. The Artifact Spirit's explanation to Gu Zheng was that the food was sublimated over time.
The so-called sublimation over time meant that the longer the food could be preserved naturally, the higher the quality. This was referring to the food, not a single ingredient. A single ingredient would be useless no matter how long it was stored.
Food had to be preserved naturally. Natural preservation was actually very difficult, and it was even more difficult on Earth. Adding preservatives and additives did not count. Those additions would only lower the grade of the food and would definitely not increase it.
Take this pot of stew for example. It had been cooking for more than eighty years, taking care of it every day, and adding new ingredients every day. The ingredients had never been haphazard, and in the end, the stew had surpassed the quality of its own stew.
However, this kind of stew could only increase the grade of the stew by one grade at most.
Even so, it was still amazing. A pot of second-grade stew had become an ordinary grade stew. No wonder this pot of stew was so famous and Sun Er could achieve so many results. Unfortunately, some of the ingredients in their chicken blood stew were not of a high grade. In the end, it affected the taste of the stew.
The stew's matter was finally solved temporarily. The rest could wait until they returned to Shen City. Old Man Sun told him that he could open his own store for this pot of stew, but the daily sales could not exceed 5,000 bowls. This would not affect the quality of the stew.
Gu Zheng could also pass it to someone else, but he must pass it to someone who had real cooking skills, who loved cooking, and who had a good temperament. If Old Man Sun was still alive at that time, he would be willing to accept this person as his disciple.
Old Man Sun didn't mention taking Gu Zheng as his disciple. He couldn't bring himself to say it. Gu Zheng's culinary skills were already better than his, and the chicken blood soup he made was even better than his without the broth. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't bring it up.
It was like a chess player who wanted to accept a disciple. How could he accept a young man who he just met but whose chess skills were better than him as his disciple?
Outside the hotel, Changfeng finally sent away the people of the Sun family. Today, he let out a sigh of relief and was very proud.
"Where's the pot of stew?"
Back at the hotel, Changfeng only saw Gu Zheng and did not see the stew. He immediately asked in surprise.
"I asked someone to send it back to Shen City first!"
Gu Zheng casually gave a reason. Changfeng did not expect Gu Zheng to send it back so quickly. In just a while, the stew was already gone.
Changfeng was surprised and asked blankly, "When did this happen? How come I didn't know at the door? How far have you gone? I still want to taste the stew!"
"A little while. I went out the back door. If you want to eat it, I'll cook it for you when I get back. With me following you, do you still have to worry about not having delicious food?" Gu Zheng hurriedly changed the topic. The pot of stew was always with him.
"That's true. I've had chicken blood soup today. Can I have Golden Dragon Flying Sky or Chicken Noodle Soup tonight?"
Changfeng grinned. He had not eaten the few dishes that Gu Zheng made. He had long wanted to try them since he had not eaten the egg fried rice and chicken noodle soup.
"None of them. Tonight, we'll eat soup dumplings!"
Gu Zheng rolled his eyes. The egg fried rice needed rice. He had not rushed the immortal rice, so there was no harvest for the time being. The chicken noodle soup was even worse. The last mature chicken was used, so it also needed to be ripened.
Without the raw materials, he could not make it at all. At this time, he could only make fried eggs. Instead of eating fried eggs, it was better to try the soup dumplings here. There was a shop opened by two brothers here. Last time, he ate the skin. This time, he went to eat the stuffing. He wanted to taste the stuffing.
He still owed Mumu a manuscript. Unfortunately, although he had written the soup dumplings before, this time it was not from the same shop. Moreover, the two shops had a lot of stories, so the effect would be better.
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