It seemed that every time the test was completed, the Artifact Spirit would be like this.
Wasn't the completion of the test something to be happy about? Moreover, in order to complete the test, the Artifact Spirit had given many good ideas. In fact, every time the test was completed, the Artifact Spirit had contributed a lot.
But why did he feel that the Artifact Spirit was unhappy every time the test was completed?
Gu Zheng didn't ask the Artifact Spirit, he didn't care about the Artifact Spirit's attitude. The test was completed. Gu Zheng's mind was no longer in the store, so he simply went home early. Changfeng had long left the store. With his personality, he couldn't stay in the store at all. It would be better to kill him than to let him stay in the store.
After returning home, Gu Zheng couldn't wait to enter the Chaotic Space.
"Gokusen's successor has completed the prayer test. Reward: 20 Ordinary Immortal Essence Pills!"
Immortal Essence Pills again. Now, Gu Zheng had a lot of Immortal Essence Pills. However, no one would complain about having too many Immortal Essence Pills, which could steadily increase one's Immortal Power. Gu Zheng's current realm was limited, so he saved them first.
"Reward: 30 Ordinary Immortal Fish!"
As soon as the Artifact Spirit's voice fell, an open space in the Chaotic Space began to descend. A pond appeared, and dozens of small fish swam in the pond. These small fish were of various colors and were very beautiful.
"Reward: 30 Intermediate Ocean Flowers!"
Beside the pond, another 30 light spots fell on the open space, and all of them landed on the ground.
The Ocean Flower was a kind of raw material that grew in the Chaotic Space. It could be used as an ingredient or a medicinal ingredient. It was an essential ingredient in many Immortal Elixirs and was known as the flower of everything.
In food cultivation, the Ocean Flower was also very useful. It could be combined with all the raw materials to make the desired food cultivation. This time, the reward was not only the Ocean Flower, but also the seeds. There were 30 of them. Most importantly, the quality of these Ocean Flowers had reached the Intermediate level.
Intermediate level raw materials. Up until now, Gu Zheng only had the Immortal Apricot Tree in the Chaotic Space. Unfortunately, the maturity period was too long, and it hadn't matured yet.
The maturation period of the Ocean Flower was not short, but it was much shorter than the one year maturation period of the Immortal Apricot Tree. The maturation period of the Ocean Flower was three months. Because the Ocean Flower was a medium grade, the amount of immortal energy needed to accelerate its ripening would far exceed that of a normal grade ingredient. Currently, Gu Zheng did not have the ability to accelerate the ripening of a medium grade ingredient.
In other words, the Ocean Flower had to wait for it to mature naturally.
Even so, Gu Zheng was still incomparably happy. Although the tests were very difficult, there would always be a great harvest after each test. Moreover, Gu Zheng had already discovered that although the Artifact Spirit's tests seemed very difficult, they were absolutely not impossible to complete. As long as one was serious and worked hard, there was a great chance of completing them.
In this way, the test was equivalent to giving him something.
"Reward: Immortal Art, Wood Controlling Art!"
"Immortal Technique, Fallen Leaves Sword Technique!"
The rewards were not over yet. In addition to the material rewards, there were also Immortal Techniques and Immortal Techniques. The Immortal Techniques were still the Five Elements Immortal Techniques. Now, Gu Zheng had already learned four of the Five Elements Immortal Techniques. Only the Metal Controlling Art had not been learned yet.
The Immortal Technique rewarded this time made Gu Zheng the most satisfied. It was the Fallen Leaves Sword Technique. The white-robed man appeared in front of Gu Zheng again. He was dancing with his sword in a forest. As his sword danced, leaves would fall from time to time. It looked very beautiful and elegant.
As long as one was a boy, they would basically have dreams of being a martial arts expert or a swordsman when they were young. They imagined holding a long sword, walking the Jianghu, and taking revenge as they pleased.
Gu Zheng was no exception. When he was young, he also had such a dream. When he saw this elegant sword technique, Gu Zheng liked it very much.
"Reward: One chance to choose your own cooking skill. It is limited to the normal grade!"
The Artifact Spirit's voice did not stop. This time, there was also a cooking skill reward. However, unlike before, the white-robed young man did not appear this time. After the Artifact Spirit finished speaking, nothing appeared.
"Choosing your own cooking skill means that you can choose a type of cooking skill that you want to learn. There is no specific cooking skill that will be taught to you!"
The Artifact Spirit explained to Gu Zheng. Gu Zheng's eyes suddenly widened. He was still puzzled just now. So this was the case. The so-called choosing your own cooking skill meant that you could choose what you want to learn. It was not like before where you could only passively accept it.
This was a good thing. Whether it was fried eggs or chicken blood soup, they were actually not Gu Zheng's expertise. This time, he had the opportunity to choose his own cooking skill. He must seize it well and learn a cooking skill that he really liked.
"Choosing my own cooking skill? Must I choose now?"
Gu Zheng thought for a long time, but he still could not think of what to learn. He could only ask again.
"There is no time limit. You can learn it whenever you want!"
"Okay, I will wait first. I will learn it later!"
Gu Zheng heaved a sigh of relief. It was best that there was no time limit. Now, he really did not know what to learn. Such an opportunity was very rare. He could not choose too casually. It was good that he had time to consider.
The rewards this time were very generous. Moreover, a middle-grade reward had appeared again.
The middle-grade reward was a good treasure that the current high-ranking officials on Earth could not produce. Gu Zheng would never complain about having more of such things. The more the better.
Gu Zheng's test was over, but the shop did not stop. The business continued. Gu Zheng would also make chicken blood soup every day. Many people who wanted to improve their health insisted on drinking the chicken blood soup he made.
The purchase limit did not stop, but the time was fixed. It was fixed between 2 pm and 4 pm every day. The time was shortened to two hours. People who had not eaten chicken blood soup before could try it.
This move was well received by many people who had never drunk chicken blood soup before.
As time passed, the influence of the old soup attack last time became weaker and weaker. In particular, the Food Association stood up for Gu Zheng again, saying that their century-old soup was definitely not a problem. The business became as good as before.
Even if the purchase limit was increased, the 5,000 servings per day were still sold out. The shop still only had chicken blood soup and no other food.
Three months after opening for business, Gu Zheng gave himself a few days off and went out to play for a few days. In just three months after opening for business, Gu Zheng's bank account had increased by tens of millions of yuan. This was his bonus after deducting all the expenses for the past three months.
If the business had not been affected for a period of time, Gu Zheng's bonus would have been even higher.
Even so, Gu Zheng was very satisfied. Tens of millions in three months. He was now earning more than his father. He did not know how his father would feel when he heard the news.
"Don't fight. I sent you a few messages but you didn't reply. Did you forget us poor people after becoming a big boss?"
Two days after returning from his vacation, Gu Zheng suddenly received a call from Mu Mu. Mu Mu's tone was very bad. In the past three months, Gu Zheng had been busy with the shop and did not have time to write a manuscript. He had not submitted a manuscript for three months.
Mu Mu did send him a message, but Gu Zheng was busy at that time, so he did not reply.
"Mu Mu, don't be angry. Calm down. I'm really busy these days!"
Gu Zheng said hurriedly. It was not easy for him to be free for a few days. He did not expect that Mu Mu would call him.
In fact, with his current income, he did not need to write food reviews to make money. Even if he did not go to the chicken blood soup shop, the daily turnover was still a lot. It was just that the chicken blood soup he made was gone.
As long as the pot of old soup was there and Gao Changhe was making chicken blood soup, his income would not decrease. Now people had accepted his chicken blood soup, including the price.
Even many foreigners began to come. Some people sighed that it was very expensive, some people said that the taste was really good, and there were also people who criticized it.
"How can I be angry? I called you this time to ask you if you have time to attend a snack festival three days later."
Mu Mu said her intention. Shen City was going to hold a traditional snack festival, which was jointly organized by the Shen City Food Association and their Food Channel. With the support of the government, the scale was not bad.
The snack festival was mainly focused on folk snacks. Some famous folk snacks would be invited to participate in the snack festival. Mu Mu called Gu Zheng to ask if Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup ginseng would participate.
Chicken blood soup was also a snack. Now it was a little famous in Shen City and could participate.
Originally, the Food Association should have sent an invitation, but the last incident made them lose face. In addition, no one was sure whether Gu Zheng would participate, so they simply asked the Food Channel to invite Gu Zheng.
Understanding Mu Mu's meaning, Gu Zheng hesitated and then nodded.
He agreed to the snack festival, but it was not him who would go, but Gao Changhe.
Any kind of delicacy, as long as it was famous, would be exchanged. When this pot of old soup was in the Sun family, the second son of the Sun family often went out to participate in some activities. Such activities were never rare.
Now that the old soup was in Gu Zheng's hands, such activities were inevitable in the future. Since it could not be avoided, it was better to participate. However, Gu Zheng had never wanted to fight for fame. He would not participate in such activities in person.
It was enough to let Gao Changhe go.
As for the business in the restaurant, he could only let the assistant cook do it temporarily that day. In the past three months, the assistant cook had learned a lot from Gao Changhe. There was no problem in making chicken blood soup alone.
Gu Zheng agreed, and Mu Mu's task was completed. She quickly hung up the phone and did not urge him to write.
Gu Zheng was stunned on the spot. This was the first time that she didn't rush him for a draft when she called. Very quickly, Gu Zheng came to a realization. Mumu must have known how his business was from the Gourmet Channel. She probably thought that he was no longer making money by writing drafts. He was now a boss and didn't lack money.
"It's good to go and take a look at the snack festival. I'll also write a few manuscripts so that others won't forget that I don't fight for it!"
Gu Zheng said to himself. He had never thought of giving up his job as a food critic. That was his main job. No matter what he did, it was just a side job. He definitely had to keep this job.
The snack festival was held in a park in the city center three days later. This kind of snack festival was not suitable to go to a remote place. If it was too far away, many people would not go to taste it. Without popularity, could it still be called a festival?
This was not the first time the snack festival was held. This was already the fifth time. Every time, it was led by the Food Association and organized by other units. This year, there were three more organizers. One was the Food Association, one was the Food Channel, and the other was the food program of the city television station.
The cooperation of the three, together with the cooperation of the broadcasting and other companies, was not small.
The park was very big, and the arrangements had been made in advance. Three days later, Gu Zheng arrived at the place in the evening. The snack festival was held at night. In the evening, the sky gradually darkened. The cool breeze blew, and one felt refreshed. Eating snacks was very comfortable.
This time, there were thousands of different snack shops participating. Gao Changhe also came. He brought a separate pot with old soup in it. For this snack festival, he specially prepared 500 servings of chicken blood soup.
If the 500 servings were included, the shop could only sell 4,000 servings of chicken blood soup today.
No matter what he did, the old soup could only be diluted 5,000 servings a day. This was unshakable. Gao Changhe had always been very careful and would never make a mistake. He had grown up with old soup since he was young. In fact, his feelings for old soup were deeper than Gu Zheng's.
Without such feelings, he would not have done such a desperate act last time.
Gu Zheng did not go to Gao Changhe's place. Today, he came purely as a customer to look for good food. He could write two manuscripts and give them to Mumu later, so that she would not think that he had given up this job.
There were really a lot of snacks, and most of them were simple snacks. The famous old City God crab dumplings in Shen City were also here. There were also all kinds of other delicacies in Shen City. They were all here to support the factory for this snack festival.
"The barbecue skewers just now were really good. Go buy some more!"
"I think the lotus seed porridge is better. This is not delicious at all!"
"I heard that the Guji chicken blood soup is also here. Where is it? I went to eat it once. It's so expensive, and it's full!"
"I'm looking for it too. I don't know where they are, but the Guji chicken blood soup is really delicious, especially the 888-yuan bowl. I ate it once, and it made me regret it. After eating that, I felt that everything I ate tasted tasteless. But their chicken blood soup is too expensive, and I can't eat it often. I can't afford it!"
"I know about the chicken blood soup. I've eaten it in Sun Ji in Bian City. The taste is really good!"
"You're a foreigner, right? Don't you know that the old soup of the Guji chicken blood soup is from Sun Ji?"
Many people were talking about it. Gu Zheng listened for a while. He did not expect that there were really a lot of people talking about them. Along the way, he met several groups of people who were talking about their chicken blood soup.
There were a lot of foreign tourists participating in the snack festival. These tourists did not know what was going on. Some of them were even very surprised. However, there were indeed a lot of people asking about the Guji chicken blood soup. Gao Changhe was already busy.
There were really a lot of people eating their chicken blood soup. There were regular customers who had eaten it, and there were also tourists who came because of its reputation. Gao Changhe had consulted Gu Zheng's opinion. The chicken blood soup sold at the snack festival was diluted. One portion was divided into three portions, and they were served in cups. There was no table or bowl here for people to eat.
One cup was priced at 28 yuan. The price of three cups was actually not as high as a serving of chicken blood soup.
One cup became three, and the 500 servings that Gao Changhe brought could become 1,500 cups. The number had increased a lot, but they were all sold out very quickly. One cup was not enough to eat at all. Many people who had eaten before came to buy more, and they even bought a few cups each.
At this moment, Gu Zheng did not know that his business was so good. He was still strolling around with some delicacies that he had bought in his hands. The food that could catch his eye had to be made with low-grade ingredients or above. He would not even try those snacks whose main ingredients were trash-quality snacks. It would only be a waste of his appetite and time.
Overall, the snack festival this time was not bad.
Since it was a snack, the requirements could not be particularly high. Gu Zheng understood this, but it was not without surprises. He realized that two snacks actually used second-grade ingredients.
The business of these two snacks was very good. The ingredients were of a different grade. As long as one's culinary skills were passable, the taste would not be bad.
As the saying goes, '70% ingredients, 30% culinary skills'. Gu Zheng had increased his immortal power and better culinary skills. That was why he had the saying that 40% ingredients, 40% culinary skills, and 20% immortal power. However, to the public, the importance of ingredients was indeed more important than culinary skills.
The famous chefs who participated in the Gourmet Food Competition had put in a lot of effort to find ingredients.
The previous Hangzhou Food Competition was proof. There were actually quite a few rare normal-grade ingredients. These famous chefs had their own channels and ways to find these high-grade ingredients.
There were not many high-grade ingredients on Earth, but there were still normal-grade ingredients. They could be produced on their own. As long as there were, these top chefs in the country would naturally be able to find them.
Snacks were different from competitions. It was already very good to have a few second-grade ingredients here. Gu Zheng was thinking about how he should write his next script.
"Is it true that Goubuli steamed buns?"
Gu Zheng turned around. It was a young couple buying food. It was a small stall selling steamed buns, and the name was Goubuli.
"Of course it's true. Let me tell you, although my steamed buns are not authentic, they are more delicious than authentic ones. I have put in a lot of effort!"
The vendor was not old, only in his early thirties. He was introducing the steamed buns to the young couple.
Gu Zheng knew about Goubuli steamed buns. They were the signature of a century-old shop. However, you couldn't eat them in the shop. It was good enough to eat them. Only a few people knew about this kind of ancestral technique.
There was no other way. These techniques were not like Gu Zheng's century-old soup. Without the century-old soup, you couldn't learn it. If someone learned it, their exclusive advantage would be gone. They could only hide it. Even if they announced it to the public, it was not all.
"More delicious than authentic ones? Let me tell you, we have eaten Goubuli steamed buns in Tianjin. Don't lie to us. "
The young couple was obviously attracted. They even asked, but in the end, they still ordered four steamed buns. The girl blew on the steamed buns and quickly took a bite. After a while, she nodded.
The steamed buns tasted good, but they didn't buy any more. After eating the steamed buns, they couldn't eat other delicious food. For a snack festival like this, they had to save their stomachs to eat more delicious food. There were so many delicious food, and they left after eating only one or two. It was a punishment for any foodie.
"Sub-grade flour?"
Gu Zheng walked to the stall, and his eyes quickly revealed a look of surprise. He had investigated the steamed buns in this shop, and he didn't expect his flour to be of the second-grade. There was actually a lot of second-grade flour in the country, and it was available in many places, but it wasn't everywhere. It wasn't easy to buy second-grade flour.
No wonder the young couple said that the steamed buns were delicious. The steamed buns made with second-grade flour and low-grade meat would definitely not be bad.
There was pork in the steamed buns, and it was low-grade pork. It was not easy to have low-grade meat in the current meat market, where most of the food was fed with garbage quality. This meant that the meat he used was free-range domestic pigs and did not use any feed.
It was a pity that the quality of the meat did not reach second-grade. If it had reached second-grade, the taste would have been even better.
Thinking of this, Gu Zheng couldn't help but laugh. It was already very good for a snack to have such quality. This was also the third snack he had found today that used second-grade ingredients.
"Give me two too!"
Gu Zheng asked for two steamed buns. Since they were made from second-grade and low-grade steamed buns, the taste would definitely not be too bad. Anything that wasn't bad could be eaten. Gu Zheng was a food critic, and it was his job to taste and comment on delicacies everywhere.
The taste of the steamed buns was indeed not bad. The skin was a little thick, but because it was made of inferior ingredients, the chewy skin did not affect the overall taste of the steamed buns. The amount of meat filling was very sufficient, and no other cooking oil was used. It was just the oil from the meat itself. With a bite, it was very fragrant, and there was even a fragrant oily juice at the corner of the mouth.
"The steamed buns are not bad. Why are they called Goubuli? Aren't you afraid of being sued in the future?"
Gu Zheng approved of the steamed buns. After eating the steamed buns, he simply chatted with the vendor.
"I'm afraid too, but my friends have been calling me by my name. I used to work in Goubuli, and I also sold steamed buns after I came out. Many people who have eaten my steamed buns say that my steamed buns are better than the authentic Goubuli. They gave my steamed buns a nickname, compared to Goubuli. Gradually, others called me that too!"
The vendor was a little shy. He still answered Gu Zheng's question, but he kept his head down.
This vendor used to work in Goubuli. He was a hardworking person. Although he didn't really learn how to make Goubuli steamed buns, he still made very delicious steamed buns by his own exploration.
Gu Zheng nodded secretly. He believed the vendor's words. If compared with the steamed buns sold in Goubuli store, his steamed buns were indeed better, but compared with the masters who really mastered the Goubuli technique, his steamed buns were still a little worse.
Not to mention them, if Gu Zheng was given the same ingredients, the steamed buns he made would not be worse than this vendor's.
This was the difference in culinary skills. If the ingredients were the same, it would be a competition of culinary skills.
"Have you always been in Shen City?" Gu Zheng's heart moved slightly, and he asked again.
"No, I was invited this time. I specially came to participate in the Snack Festival!"
The vendor shook his head. The Food Association had invited many people this time. He was not in Shen City. He was selling steamed buns in Jinling. His home was also there.
"I see. Sorry to disturb you!"
Gu Zheng nodded slightly. If the vendor was in Shen City, he would still be thinking about whether he could invite him into his shop. His shop had always only had chicken blood soup. It was too simple.
The reason why he had not added anything else was that Gu Zheng had very high requirements for food. If there was no good food, he would rather not serve it. If he wanted to serve it, he would serve the best.
Unfortunately, this vendor was from Jinling, so he did not mention this idea.
"It's this store's steamed buns. The taste is very good!"
The young couple who had just left came back with a few people. They were all classmates. The two of them had eaten the steamed buns and said that they were delicious. They told the others. Coincidentally, there were people here who had eaten the authentic Goubuli steamed buns like them and did not approve. The young couple brought them back here.
"Give me two!"
"I want two too!"
These people all bought steamed buns. In a short while, they sold a few. Everyone was eating the steamed buns there.
"Zhao Shuai, how is it? I was right, wasn't I? It's better than the authentic ones you've eaten, right?"
The girl in the young couple said to a boy. The boy had just finished eating a steamed bun. Then, he shook his head gently and said, "I admit that the taste is not bad, but it's not as good as the authentic Goubuli steamed buns I've eaten!"
"Impossible. We've eaten it too. It's definitely better than the authentic Goubuli steamed buns!"
The girl immediately retorted. They had just been to Tianjin not long ago and specially went to eat the Goubuli steamed buns. It was very expensive, and they were very disappointed. It was really not as good as this vendor's steamed buns. So, when they saw their friends just now, they complained a little and conveniently introduced the steamed buns of this store.
"I'm telling the truth. There's no need to lie to you. I ate the steamed buns made by a master himself. It's not the kind in the store. It's much better than the ones in the store. Although this is very good, it's really not as good as the ones made by a master himself!"
The companion called Zhao Shuai shook his head again. The Goubuli he was talking about was not the same thing as what the girl was talking about. Gu Zheng, who had been beside them, nodded secretly. It seemed that this young man's family had a certain amount of connections and power to be able to eat the steamed buns made by a real master.
It was not easy to get these masters to make steamed buns by themselves. It was like if someone wanted to drink chicken blood soup, they could drink whatever they wanted in the store, but it was not easy to get the steamed buns made by Gu Zheng himself. In the past, because of the test, Gu Zheng made steamed buns every day. Now, there were very few steamed buns made by him personally.
If it was not someone he knew or was familiar with, Gu Zheng would not make steamed buns for them.
"Everything is what you said. What master made it? Could it be that the steamed buns sold in the store are not authentic? Could it be that what they sell is fake?"
The girl obviously didn't agree with the boy's words and retorted angrily. She had been disappointed at the Goubuli store not long ago. Now that she had encountered a better steamed bun, she felt that he was deliberately going against her because she had also eaten it before.
"Whatever you say!"
The boy called Zhao Shuai smiled bitterly. Gu Zheng believed his words, but the young couple did not. There was no way to say who was right and who was wrong in this kind of thing.
The young couple went to the Goubuli store to eat. The steamed buns there could not be a master. They were all ordinary chefs. If the steamed buns made were at the level of a master, then Goubuli would have been everywhere in the country.
Because of Zhao Shuai's special relationship, he had eaten the steamed buns made by a master. What he ate was the real Goubuli. Unfortunately, the little girl did not know, so she argued and refuted.
Both of them were right. No one was wrong. It was just that the things they encountered were different. It could not be said that what the little girl ate was fake. After all, it was a steamed bun sold by a real store.
"Stop arguing!"
Seeing that the little girl was still arguing, Gu Zheng could not help but step forward and say. He was not meddling in other people's business, but they could not distinguish this kind of thing clearly. In the end, it would only affect their relationship.
"You are Gu Zheng, Master Gu?"
As soon as Gu Zheng stood out, Zhao Shuai was stunned and then asked with uncertainty. This time, it was Gu Zheng's turn to be surprised. He did not expect this young man to know him.
"I am Gu Zheng. You are?"
"It's really you. I am your fan. I watched the final of the Hangzhou Food Competition. You were very good. I also went to your chicken blood soup shop. The taste was really good. I admire you so much. I told my dad that I want to be a chef like you in the future!"
Zhao Shuai looked very excited, and Gu Zheng was very surprised. He did not expect to come to the Snack Festival and meet a fan of his.
"Yes, your chicken blood soup also participated in the event, so you came, right?"
Zhao Shuai continued to talk, and Gu Zheng nodded slightly. He was indeed invited, but it was not him who made the chicken blood soup, but Gao Changhe.
"Is this the Gu Zheng you mentioned?"
Zhao Shuai's companions asked in a low voice. Zhao Shuai usually talked a lot about Gu Zheng, and they all went to eat Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup with Zhao Shuai.
It was the chicken blood soup in the store, which was made by Gu Zheng himself. Only Zhao Shuai had eaten it. They were all students. For them, the 888 yuan chicken blood soup was too expensive.
"Yes, this is Master Gu, the winner of the Hangzhou Food Competition!"
Zhao Shuai said proudly. Gu Zheng stopped them because he wanted to make it clear to them. Since they were his fans, he had to make it more clear.
Gu Zheng told them the real situation. They listened very carefully, and even the vendor who sold Goubuli buns came over.
"I have also eaten Master Gao's buns. They are really better than mine!"
The vendor admitted that Master Gao's buns were better than his. He had been learning from Master Gao, and Master Gao was his idol.
The matter had come to a conclusion. No one was wrong. It was just that they stood from different angles that caused the disagreement.
"Master Gu, could it be that there's no one who can do better than those old brands?"
The girl of the young couple asked softly. She recognized the vendor very much. When she heard that the vendor admitted that he was not as good as Master Gu, she was a little unwilling for the vendor.
"Why not? The chicken blood soup made by Master Gu was better than the Sun family's chicken blood soup. Later, the Sun family's old soup was given to Master Gu!"
Zhao Shuai said immediately. There were many famous snacks among the people. Goubuli was one, and so was the Sun family's chicken blood soup.
Gu Zheng really didn't know whether there was anyone who made better buns than Goubuli. Maybe the true successor of the Huang family's soup dumplings could compare, but the Huang family's soup dumplings were scattered, and they were not of the same kind.
There were many kinds of buns. If they were not of the same kind, it was not easy to compare. For example, there was no way to compare big buns and small buns. There was a lot of soup in the soup dumpling, and oil in the Goubuli.
There were also soup dumplings with thin skin, and the Goubuli with thick skin. Both of them were buns, but they were not of the same kind.
It was like white people and yellow people. They were all human beings. If you compared them to see who was better, you could compare them, but there was certainly no comparison between people of the same kind.
"I believe there must be some among the people. Although many traditional dishes have unique skills, there is such a saying that the masters are among the people. Many of their unique skills were invented by their ancestors. Since their ancestors could create it, it may not be impossible for people now to create it!"
Gu Zheng thought about it and finally nodded. These were all young people, and young people were somewhat competitive. Gu Zheng didn't want to disappoint them too much.
Moreover, Gu Zheng was right. The masters were among the people, and there might not be anyone among the people who made worse than those traditional dishes.
"The successor of Gokusen, the Lord Gokusen, sighed very much back then. Many more delicious delicacies were actually not conspicuous and were not as famous as those famous ones. Back then, he deliberately searched for them and found many dishes that were not famous, but tasted better than those of the same kind!"
The Artifact Spirit's voice suddenly rang out. Gu Zheng was stunned, suddenly having a bad premonition.
"The Lord Gokusen approves of the successor of Gokusen's words very much, triggering the test set by the Lord Gokusen himself. The content of the test is as follows!"
Sure enough, Gu Zheng's premonition came true. He had only rested for a few days, and the test had come again. Most importantly, the test this time was triggered by Gu Zheng himself.
It was different from the last time. Last time, he had encountered the anorexic Elder Liang. This time, it was because his point of view coincided with that of the Lord Gokusen, so the test was triggered.
"The successor of Gokusen can complete the test by finding three dishes that are not famous but taste better than those of the same kind. As for which dishes can be used for the test and how to complete it, the weapon spirit will decide according to the actual situation!"
The content of the test was released. Sure enough, it had a lot to do with what he said. He said that there were more powerful masters among the people who made better food than the most famous traditional dishes. The content of the test was now like that.
Gu Zheng wanted to slap himself. What nonsense was he talking about?
"For this test, there will be generous rewards if you succeed, and no punishment if you fail!"
The weapon spirit continued. Gu Zheng was just about to ask the weapon spirit what the result would be if he failed, but he did not expect that there would be no punishment for failure this time.
If there was no punishment, didn't that mean that even if he failed the test, he did not have to worry about anything?
"This was set by the Lord Gokusen. Maybe he was worried that the successor of Gokusen would be in a different environment, so he did not set any punishment!"
The Artifact Spirit said unhappily. No punishment, there was actually no punishment. Wasn't this kind of test too easy? It had no way to use this to threaten Gu Zheng.
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