It was comfortable, as if he was in the clouds.
Brother Wu realized that after eating the 888 yuan chicken blood soup, all the delicious things he had eaten before were dull and tasteless. They couldn't be compared to the chicken blood soup in front of him at all.
One mouthful, then another, then another. Brother Wu drank four or five mouthfuls in a while with an intoxicated expression on his face.
"Brother Wu, can I have a small taste of your chicken blood soup?"
Brother Wu's companions asked in a low voice. Seeing Brother Wu so intoxicated with the chicken blood soup, they were also curious about the 888 yuan chicken blood soup. They wanted to have a small taste and see how different the taste of the chicken blood soup was when it was ten times the price.
Brother Wu's face showed hesitation. He wasn't a stingy person usually and often treated everyone to meals. However, he suddenly became stingy with such delicious chicken blood soup. He felt his heart ache when he shared a little. It wasn't because of the money, but purely because of the delicious food.
In the restaurant, more and more people came in.
Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup was ready. The fragrance gradually dissipated. Many people around found a place to eat. Those who found a place called new friends, letting more and more people know about this place and more and more people come in.
In addition to those who came because of the fragrance and spread the news, the rest were people who were attracted by the headline article of the Food Channel.
The portal website still had a certain degree of credibility. Many people were willing to believe them. After coming here and smelling the fragrance, they were even more convinced. At eight o 'clock, there were only more than 100 people. At eight o' clock, there were more than 200 people in the restaurant.
"Okay, just a small sip!"
Brother Wu scooped a little for his companions. There was only soup and no chicken blood. Even this little soup made his heart ache.
He really didn't want to share such delicious food, but his companions had taken the initiative to ask. Before his chicken blood soup arrived, they had taken the initiative to share a little with him. Now, he really couldn't refuse.
Since he couldn't refuse, he shared a little.
There was less than a spoonful of soup. Brother Wu carefully poured it to his companions. His companions frowned. He had shared several spoonfuls with Brother Wu just now, but now, Brother Wu only gave him a little.
Half a spoonful of soup without any chicken blood. It felt like it wasn't enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
Although he was a little dissatisfied, he still took it. After all, the price of the two foods was there. According to the weight, Brother Wu's little bit was worth more than what he had shared just now.
"Brother Wu, give me some too!"
As soon as he left, Brother Wu's heart bled again. He regretted it very much. Why did he try their chicken blood soup just now? Now, he couldn't refuse even if he wanted to.
"Just a little, just a little!"
His face was filled with reluctance and helplessness. Brother Wu gave out a few more spoonfuls of soup. The friend who had been given half a spoonful earlier had already placed the soup in his mouth. His eyes were like Brother Wu's earlier; they were instantly transfixed.
They were both chicken blood soup, but the taste of the two was really different.
The chicken blood soup they drank before was already very good. It was a rare delicacy in the world. They thought that there would be no chicken blood soup that could surpass this taste. Even if there was, it would not be much better.
However, he didn't expect that such an idea would be shattered so quickly.
Compared to the previous chicken blood soup, there was, there really was, and it tasted more than twice as good. This mouthful of chicken blood soup had completely subverted his understanding of soup. He had never thought that there was a soup that could make such a taste.
No, not just soup. Among all the foods he had eaten, none of them tasted as good as the chicken blood soup in front of him.
This mouthful of soup was the best food he had ever eaten. It deserved to be called the best.
The other companions were like him. After drinking the soup that Brother Wu shared with them, they all had the same expression. The four of them looked at Brother Wu together. Their eyes were full of desire.
"It's gone, gone. No one has it!"
Brother Wu hurriedly protected his soup. He felt that it was not safe. He carefully took the bowl to another table, afraid that his companions would snatch his chicken blood soup.
At 8: 15, the security guards began to stop people at the door. There were already 300 people in the restaurant. If there were more than 300 people, they would have to wait. They couldn't let everyone wait in the restaurant. If one person left the restaurant, another person would be let in. This was Changfeng's preparation.
Now it seemed that his preparation was right and necessary.
After 15 minutes of the trial opening, the restaurant was full of people. Such popularity was within Changfeng's expectations, but it was completely beyond the store manager's expectations. While he was busy, he was also shocked. And today's shocks came one after another. At 15: 15, the cashier said that the 888 chicken blood soup had been sold out.
Eight hundred and eighty-eight servings, and a small bowl, were sold out in fifteen minutes. This was only the first day of the trial operation. The manager was a little dizzy. What kind of store manager was he? He was simply a monster.
Brother Wu protected his bowl, and the remaining four people felt uncomfortable.
It wasn't Brother Wu's fault. Although their 88's chicken blood soup tasted pretty good, it was far inferior to Brother Wu's. Especially after eating Brother Wu's chicken blood soup, when they ate their own, they felt that the taste was very bland and that something was wrong.
"I'll go and get one too!"
"Me too!"
Two of the four stood up. The 888 chicken blood soup was expensive, but it was worth it. The taste was really good. It was a delicacy they had never eaten before.
Eating such a delicacy was definitely torture. If they did not eat to their heart's content, they would probably think about it for the rest of the day.
Previously, they thought that Brother Wu would regret buying the expensive chicken blood soup. In the end, they realized that they were the ones who regretted it. Indeed, you get what you pay for. This chicken blood soup was expensive for a reason. It was really good.
Two of them stood up and went to the cashier. The other two hesitated. There was already a long line at the cashier.
"What? It's gone? How can it be gone?"
Someone in front suddenly shouted. This was a person who wanted to order the 888 chicken blood soup. In the end, the cashier told him that the chicken blood soup had been sold out. There were only 888 bowls left.
The two companions who went to line up were both stunned.
It was gone. It was actually gone. Now, they couldn't eat it even if they wanted to. They were out of stock. After confirming that it was really gone, the two of them walked back with regret.
It was gone today. They could only come back tomorrow. They had to come earlier tomorrow to drink a bowl of 888 chicken blood soup.
The four of them quickly finished the chicken blood soup in front of them. Brother Wu also finished his small bowl. A small bowl was not full at all, but he was already very satisfied. Today's trip was not in vain, and the money was not spent in vain. This bowl of chicken blood soup subverted his understanding of delicacies. It was the first time he knew that there was food that could be made so delicious and had such a taste.
For a foodie, there was nothing more satisfying than eating delicacies that satisfied him the most.
The chicken blood soup made by Gu Zheng was much better than other food. The quality had reached the ordinary grade of old soup, ordinary grade of immortal chicken, and the old soup contained five kinds of high-grade ingredients. All of this increased the taste of the chicken blood soup.
Gokusen's culinary skills and Gu Zheng's immortal power allowed all of this to perfectly fuse together. This bowl of chicken blood soup was definitely incomparable among ordinary people. The price set by the artifact spirit was actually not high. If it was in the Immortal World, people would be willing to pay countless wealth to buy and taste the chicken blood soup personally made by Lord Gokusen. Moreover, they would not be able to get it.
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