The Urban Successor of God of Gluttony Chapter 105: Get it if you don’t give it

　　The big balcony, Liang Lao has placed an exquisite little table in front of him.

Mr. Liang’s son, grandchildren and granddaughter were all there, and only Changfeng slipped away immediately after delivering the chicken blood soup. After a while, Changle also left the room and ran out.

　　 "Dad, would you like to try it first?"

　　Elder Liang’s elder son bent down and said something in a whisper, he was also tolerant when he said this, the smell of the chicken blood soup was stronger, especially when he looked at the red chicken blood in the bowl Floating in the middle of the throat, bursts of dry hair.

　　 he doubted that if he continued to squat here, he would not be able to take a bite.

　　 There is a thing, no matter men, women, children, tall, short, fat, thin, noble and cheap, this kind of thing is called food. When you encounter real food, everyone’s temptation is the same, the only difference is theirs. endurance.

　　The elder son of Liang, endurance is okay.

　　 "Good!"

Mr. Liang is not as tormented as his elder son, but after the chicken blood soup is served, he obviously feels the peristalsis of his stomach. This is a kind of hunger, a kind of hunger that wants to eat, this feeling He hasn't been in a long time.

　　 holding a spoon, Liang Lao gently filled a spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth.

　　Looking at how he was eating chicken blood soup, several people couldn't help but turned their heads away, daring to continue watching, continue watching, and wonder if they could hold it back.

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

　　 "Good, good!"

　　Lao Liang couldn't help but sigh, knowing that he didn't praise him like this when he was eating fried eggs. This is a compliment from the heart.

After consuming the soup, Mr. Liang scooped out a piece of chicken blood, a box of chicken blood. There was no pits on the chicken blood. It was as tender as baby skin, smooth and bright.

　　Veteran Liang put the whole piece of chicken blood in the mouth and took a bite. The chicken blood seemed to have countless tender juices, which erupted in an instant, and the clear fragrance raged in the mouth, which made Mr. Liang unable to resist. After taking a bite, several consecutive bites, the crisp chicken blood was swallowed into his abdomen unnaturally, leaving a mouthful of fragrance.

　　 "Okay, really delicious!"

　　Lao Liang once again admired, but Dr. He was a bit stupid. A severe anorexia patient not only regained his appetite, but also praised this food again and again. This was absolutely impossible before, but it’s all true. It really happened in front of him, so he couldn't believe it.

　　When Liang Lao was eating chicken blood soup, Gu Zheng had already served two bowls, not as many as Liang Lao’s, but not too many.

　　 He took a bite of his own first, and the taste was different. It tasted a lot better than the chicken blood soup with no supplements. This time, I was really deceived by the spirit. This taste is not much different. The difference is almost doubled, okay.

　　 It is estimated that only Qi Ling can say that the difference is not much different. Anyone who has eaten these two types of chicken blood soup will say the same thing.

　　 "Mine, mine!"

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

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

　　 is delicious. It's really delicious. It's even better than fried eggs. It's really happy to be able to eat such delicious food.

　　 Fortunately, I didn’t have the urge to drink it, and it was a crime. It was a serious waste of crime. You must taste such delicious food slowly.

　　 "Master Gu, I know you still have it, and if there is any, give me some points!"

　　 Changle also came in at this meeting and saw Guzheng and Changfeng both drinking chicken blood soup, and asked anxiously.

　　 "There is one more thing in the pot, you can hold it yourself!"

　　The ancient contention directly replied, there is indeed a little more in the pot, but only the soup is left, there is no chicken blood, and the soup is only a little at the bottom of the pot.

　　Although it’s just a little bit, Chang Le didn’t dislike it, and immediately poured out the whole bowl, and he drank half of the soup in half.

　　 "Fragrant, it turns out that this is chicken blood soup, I really regret not letting Master Gu do something to try!"

　　 took a big sip, Changle took a breath and said sullenly. He had eaten Guzheng Chicken Blood Soup with the remaining fairy chicken before, and had fried eggs and other foods before him. Those are already the best, and there is no food comparable to it.

　　He only now knows that he is wrong, seriously wrong, what is the best food in the world, only better, in ancient masters this is absolutely nothing, even the best food now, I am afraid It won't be long before it will become a thing of the past, and there will be more delicious food.

　　 "Changfeng, give me a piece of chicken blood!"

　　Changle looked at the remaining chicken blood soup at the bottom of the bowl, and was a little depressed. When he saw that Changfeng was eating chicken blood, he immediately ran over and let Changfeng divide his chicken blood.

　　He was embarrassed to fight over Guzheng, but Changfeng was his brother, or his brother who brought a big one, what happened to the chicken blood.

　　 "No, I'll do this, you want to eat and get it yourself!"

　　 What Chang Le didn’t expect was that Chang Feng actually protected the bowl and didn’t give him a slap. He almost didn’t slap on Chang Feng’s head. Is this still the youngest brother who listened to him the most, so stingy, one piece Don't give him chicken blood~IndoMTL.com~No, then okay, grab it if you don't, Changle immediately threw it.

　　 "Nice!"

　　 On the large balcony, Liang Lao has praised it for the third time. He has eaten half of the chicken blood soup in the bowl, and he does not have any discomfort. Instead, he gets better.

　　 "Laoliang, Laoliang, what are you eating? Can you order me?"

　　 Suddenly there was a shout outside, everyone in the room was stunned for a while, and soon an old man ran in by himself, and he was followed by two people, both of whom looked at the room awkwardly.

　　 "Brother Liang, I'm sorry, my dad is usually delicious. I just couldn't help running when I smelled the scent from you!"

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

　　 "This is what this is, how fragrant!"

　　 He swallowed in his throat, and his eyes were still thieves, so he robbed him.

　　 "Old Hong, this is the food therapy we asked someone to do for my dad. According to that person, as long as my dad eats this kind of food for seven days, his illness can be cured!"

　　 Elder Liang’s son hurried forward to explain the sentence, but the old man who came here had a great future, and his status was not inferior to his father, and he had a good relationship with his father. If he really took away the chicken blood Soup, even they are not good at saying anything.

　　"Diet therapy, can cure the disease?"

　　After listening to him, Hong Lao, who just rushed in, was also embarrassed to grab it. If he had ordinary food, he would **** it. Anyway, he would eat it. After the big deal, he would compensate for one more, but this is Diet therapy is equivalent to medicine. It is still a medicine that can cure Liang's old disease. This cannot be taken casually.

He still has this point.