"Old Hong, I'm sorry..."
Mr. Liang's eldest son hurriedly explained the reason, and Mr. Liang raised his head apologetically. If it was ordinary food, it would be fine to share some, but this is indeed diet therapy, and Gu Zheng said before that it can cure his disease diet.
Although he didn't fully believe it in his heart, he still had a little hope.
A person whose cooking skills are obviously extraordinary, and who can make delicious food that can restore his appetite, should not talk about things that cannot be realized at all. Gu Zheng's performance is too unusual, and the things he cooks are indeed different. It also gave Mr. Liang and others more hope.
Not to mention them, even Dr. He has a glimmer of hope in his heart at this meeting.
"It's okay, that's all there is, is there anything else?"
Mr. Hong said regretfully, this is food therapy, so it must not be robbed, and I don’t know who made such a delicious thing. Before, it only smelled a little sweet from a distance. When I came here, I entered the room. It's almost unbearable.
"I don't know if there are any more, Zhicheng, go and see if there are any. If there are any, let Hong Lao try it too!"
Mr. Liang gave instructions to his eldest son. His eldest son is Liang Zhicheng, the leader of the Shencheng government, and currently the most senior person in the Liang family. Today, he took time out of his busy schedule to visit his father and wanted to see Gu Zheng's diet therapy. Does it really work.
"Yes, I'll go take a look right away!"
Liang Zhicheng bent his head and walked out quickly, while the others looked at each other with wide eyes.
They were all anxious to look at Mr. Liang, forgetting about the kitchen, who knows how much chicken blood soup they have made, if there is really a lot, they should have gone to see it just now, so that they can eat some.
Some people regretted it, some people were annoyed, and some people's eyes widened.
"Where are Chang Le and Chang Feng?"
Finally, someone discovered that the two brothers of the Chang family were gone, especially the grandsons of Mr. Liang. This discovery made their hearts go cold.
The two brothers are gone, and you can guess where you went with your feet. Even if there is leftover chicken blood soup made by the ancient master in the kitchen, it must be gone now. After these two foodies have passed, how can there be leftovers? .
After a while, Liang Zhicheng came back again, and Chang Le and Chang Feng came back with him, their expressions were slightly awkward.
"Dad, it's all gone!"
Liang Zhicheng said in a low voice, when he went, Chang Feng and Chang Le had just finished grabbing the last piece of chicken blood, and Gu Zheng had finished eating his own.
"It's okay, if it's gone, it's gone. Whoever made it, just introduce the chef to me. I'll bring him over and make it for me!"
Mr. Hong waved his hand, while Mr. Liang showed a slight embarrassment on his face. It was Gu Zheng who gave him blood. He knew Gu Zheng's temperament from Chang Le.
Old Hong is different from him. Old Hong is also a veteran cadre, but he retired from the army. He was on the battlefield back then, and his temper has always been very hot. If Gu Zheng refuses, God knows what radical actions this old guy can make. .
"Old Liang, you won't be so stingy, and the chef won't borrow it?"
Seeing that Mr. Liang did not speak, Mr. Hong immediately said something again. Mr. Liang shook his head helplessly, and said softly: "Old Hong, you misunderstood me. This chef is not our staff, but Chang Le invited him from outside. The people who are here, even we, treat them as guests!"
When Mr. Liang mentioned this, he had already said it clearly. The chef is not from here, and he is not under their control. He is someone they invited. Identity to suppress people.
"It's okay, then I'll take care of it!" Old Hong laughed, and without waiting for Old Liang to speak, he turned around and walked out again.
"Zhicheng, go out and have a look, don't let Lao Hong hurt Master Gu!"
Mr. Liang hastily gave instructions to his eldest son, his face even more helpless, he still had a little chicken blood soup left, he hesitated for a while, finally picked up the spoon and drank the rest of the chicken blood soup.
This is not only delicious and delicious, it is also a good medicine that can heal his body. No matter what the final effect is, he will eat these things well this week.
Before, he was worried that he would not be able to eat it, but now he realized that this worry was purely superfluous, such a delicious thing, and something that could make him have an appetite, let alone one bowl, even two bowls, he could eat them all.
In the kitchen, Gu Zheng is packing up his things. Some of the kitchen utensils belong to him. Some things will be brought back later, and some will be put here temporarily and will be used tomorrow.
The boiled immortal chicken must be taken away. This is an ordinary-level ingredient, and it still contains immortal power. It is another good dish when you go back and process it.
"Are you the chef who cooks for Lao Liang?" Before everything was cleaned up, an old man suddenly entered the kitchen and looked at him in surprise.
"I did cook food for Mr. Liang, but I'm not a chef!"
Gu Zheng just looked up, then lowered his head, and continued to pack his things. He was still too young, and he didn't pay attention to the appearance of the people who came in. If he was older, such as his father's age, and often looked at If you look at the news, you will find that this old man was in the news many times back then.
"That's you, what you just made is really good, go, go and I'll make a copy!"
Hong Lao walked in directly, without any explanation, went up and grabbed Gu Zheng's arm, wanting to take him away as well.
"Let go!"
Gu Zheng's face sank sharply, and he said in a low voice. At the same time, the immortal power in his body suddenly started to work by itself, shaking his whole body.
Hong Lao took a few steps back suddenly, and looked at Gu Zheng in horror.
Gu Zheng also raised his head suddenly, looking at Mr. Hong in disbelief.
"Inferior immortal formula, whose name is unknown, whose strength is not top-notch, no evaluation!"
Qi Ling's voice rang in Gu Zheng's mind, and just now, when Mr. Hong grabbed him, he felt a familiar wave on Mr. Hong's body. This wave was definitely wrong, it was caused by Xianli fluctuation.
Immediately afterwards, Qi Ling gave him this sentence. He didn't know what the low-level fairy art meant, but Qi Ling said these words, which was equivalent to saying that what he felt just now was true. This old man has a wave of immortal power , he is also a cultivator.
"Qi Ling, didn't you say that there are no immortal cultivators on earth? What's wrong with him?"
Gu Zheng quickly asked in his heart, a cultivator, he actually met a cultivator, although he was only a cultivator with low strength, but he was also a cultivator. In the eyes of ordinary people, a cultivator is already an extremely powerful existence Yes, it is a fairy.
"I only said that the earth has no immortal power. When did I say that there are no immortal cultivators on the earth? This person is practicing an improved immortal formula, but even if it is improved, it is still a low-level immortal formula, but this kind of immortal formula can be used in the outside world. When there is no celestial power, transform it through the power in your own body to cultivate celestial power, but the celestial power they cultivate in this way is very mixed, and it is completely incomparable with the pure celestial power you cultivate. In the eyes of this weapon spirit, This is not considered immortal power at all, at best it can only play a role in strengthening the body, and it is impossible to achieve success in cultivation!"
Qi Ling spoke slowly, criticizing the celestial power in Hong Lao's body, and even said that it can't be called celestial power at all.
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