On the large balcony, a delicate small table was already placed in front of Liang Lao. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liang Lao's son, grandchildren and grandchildren were all there, only Chang Feng slipped away immediately after delivering the chicken blood soup, and after a while, Chang Le also left the room and ran out.

"Dad, why don't you try it first?"

Liang Lao's eldest son bent down and whispered, he was also enduring it when he said this, the fragrance of the chicken blood soup was even stronger after it came out, especially when he looked at the emerald red chicken blood floating in the bowl, and his throat was dry for bursts.

He wondered if he would be tempted to take a bite if he continued to squat here.

There is a kind of thing, whether men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, noble and low, all killed, this kind of thing is called food, when encountering real food, everyone encounters the same temptation, the difference is only their endurance.

Liang's eldest son, his endurance is okay.

"Good!"

Liang Lao was not as tormented as his eldest son, but after the chicken blood soup was served, he clearly felt the peristalsis in his stomach, this was a kind of hunger, a hunger and thirst to eat, and he hadn't felt this feeling for a long time.

Holding the spoon, Liang Lao gently picked up a spoonful of soup, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

Seeing him eating chicken blood soup, several people couldn't help but turn their heads, not daring to continue watching, continuing to watch, not knowing if they could hold back.

After only taking a sip, Liang Lao's eyes lit up, and he took a sip of chicken blood soup, and he drank a spoonful of chicken blood soup.

"Good, good!"

Liang Lao couldn't help but sigh in admiration, you must know that he had never praised it like this when he ate the omelette, this was a praise from the heart.

After drinking the soup, Liang Lao scooped out another piece of chicken blood, boxy chicken blood, there are no potholes on the chicken blood, pink and tender like baby skin, smooth and bright.

Liang Lao put the whole piece of chicken blood in his mouth, and took a bite gently, there seemed to be countless juices in the chicken blood, which erupted instantly, and the clear fragrance raged in his mouth, so that Liang Lao couldn't help but take another bite, and after a few mouthfuls, the crisp chicken blood was swallowed into his stomach unnaturally, leaving a mouthful of aftertaste.

"Good, really delicious!"

Liang Lao praised again, and Dr. He was a little stupid, a severe anorexia patient, not only regained his appetite, but also praised this food again and again, which was absolutely impossible before, but all this really happened in front of him, he couldn't help but believe it.

When Liang Lao ate chicken blood soup, Gu Zheng had already served two bowls here, not as many as Liang Lao's, but there were also a lot.

He took a bite of it himself, the taste was different, it was much better than the original chicken blood soup without accessories, this time he was really deceived by the machine spirit, this is not much different in taste, it is almost twice as different.

It is estimated that only the machine spirit can say that there is not much difference, and anyone who has eaten these two kinds of chicken blood soup will say it differently.

"Mine, mine!"

Chang Feng ran over quickly, shouted as soon as he entered the door, Gu Zheng nodded forward, Chang Feng immediately saw his bowl, immediately rushed over, picked up the bowl and put it in front of his mouth.

As soon as he put it there, he seemed to think of something, carefully took the bowl down again, then took out a spoon and tasted it slowly.

It's delicious, it's really delicious, it's even better than an omelette, and it's a blessing to be able to eat something so delicious.

Fortunately, I didn't have the impulse just now, I didn't drink it in one gulp, and if I drank it in one gulp, it was a crime, a serious waste crime, and such a delicious thing should be tasted slowly.

"Master Gu, I know you still have it, if you still have it, give me some!"

Chang Le also walked in, and saw that Gu Zheng and Chang Feng were both drinking chicken blood soup there, and asked anxiously.

"There's still a little more in the pot, you can serve it yourself!"

Gu Zheng replied directly, there is indeed a little bit in the pot, but there is only soup left, there is no chicken blood, and the soup is only a little left at the bottom of the pot.

Although it was just a little, Chang Le didn't dislike it, and immediately took the bowl and poured it out, and he drank more than half of the small half bowl of soup in one gulp.

"Xiang, it turns out that this is chicken blood soup, I really regret not letting Master Gu make some earlier!"

After taking a big sip, Chang Le took a breath and said sullenly, he had eaten the leftover fairy chicken from Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup before, and he had also eaten fried eggs and other foods, in his eyes, those were already the most delicious, and there was no food that could be compared to them.

He now knows that he was wrong, seriously wrong, the world's food, what is the best, only better, in Master Gu, there is absolutely no most, even if the best thing is now, I am afraid that it will not be long before it will become the past, and there will be better food.

"Chang Feng, give me a piece of chicken blood!"

Chang Le looked at the little chicken blood soup left at the bottom of the bowl, was a little depressed, and saw Chang Feng eating chicken blood in that beautiful way, and immediately ran over and asked Chang Feng to share his chicken blood.

Gu Zheng is embarrassed to fight, Chang Feng is his own brother, or his own brother who brought up, what's wrong with asking for chicken blood.

"If you don't give it, that's all I want, you want to eat it and get it yourself!"

What Chang Le didn't expect was that Chang Feng actually protected the bowl and didn't give it to him, he was so angry that he almost didn't slap Chang Feng on the head, is this still the younger brother who listens to him the most, so stingy, he doesn't give him a piece of chicken blood.

If you don't give it, okay, if you don't give it, you will grab it, Chang Le immediately pounced.

"Not bad!"

On the big balcony, Liang Lao had already praised it for the third time, and he had already eaten half of the chicken blood soup in the bowl, and he didn't feel any discomfort, but the more ** the better.

"Lao Liang, Lao Liang, what are you eating, can you share it with me?"

Suddenly there was a shout outside, and the people in the room were stunned, and after a while, an old man ran in by himself, and he was followed by two people, both of whom looked at the people in the room with some embarrassment.

"Brother Liang, I'm sorry, my dad is usually delicious, and I couldn't help but come when I smelled the fragrance from you just now!"

One of them also apologized to Liang Lao's eldest son, but the old man didn't care so much, he had already rushed to Liang Lao's face, his eyes staring straight at the chicken blood soup in front of Liang Lao.

"That's it, what is this, it's so fragrant!"

He swallowed in his throat, his eyes still glowing, and he almost grabbed it.

"Elder Hong, this is the food therapy we asked someone to do for my dad, according to what the man said, as long as my dad eats this kind of food for seven days in a row, his illness can be cured!"

Liang's eldest son hurriedly stepped forward to explain, the old man who came over has a lot of background, his status is not inferior to his father, and he has a very good relationship with his father, if he really snatches the chicken blood soup, even they can't say anything.

"Diet therapy, can it cure diseases?"

Hearing him say this, Hong Lao, who had just rushed in, was embarrassed to rob it, if it was ordinary food, he would rob it, anyway, it was eaten, and it would be compensated later, but this is food therapy, which is equivalent to medicine, or medicine that can cure Liang Lao's illness, so you can't just take it.

He still has this bit of proportion.