Chapter 229

Comfortable, as high as the clouds.

Angkor found that after eating the 888 chicken blood soup, everything delicious before was dull and tasteless, which could not be compared with the chicken blood soup in front of him.

One mouthful, one mouthful after another, Angkor drank four or five mouthfuls and looked intoxicated.

"Angkor, can I have a sip of your chicken blood soup!"

The companions around Angkor whispered a question. Seeing Angkor's intoxication with chicken blood soup, they were also curious about the 888 chicken blood soup. They wanted to taste it and see how bad the chicken blood soup was ten times the price.

Angkor's face showed hesitation. He is not a stingy person at ordinary times. He often invites everyone to dinner, but with such delicious chicken blood soup, he suddenly became stingy and felt very distressed when he distributed it. This is not because of money, but purely because of food.

In the shop, more and more people came in.

Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup has been prepared, and the fragrance gradually dissipates. Many people around have found a place. Those who find a place call new friends, so that more and more people know here and more people come in.

In addition to these people who smell the fragrance and spread to each other, the rest are attracted by the headlines of the food channel.

The portal still has a certain reputation. Many people are willing to believe them. After coming here to smell the fragrance, they are more convinced that there are only more than 100 people at just eight o'clock. By eight ten, there are more than 200 people in the store.

"OK, just a sip!"

Angkor himself gave some soup to his companions, only soup, no chicken blood. Even this soup was very painful.

I really don't want to share such a good taste, but my companions have taken the initiative to open their mouths. Before his chicken blood soup didn't arrive, they all took the initiative to share it with him. Now he really can't refuse.

You can't refuse, just give it away.

There was only less than a spoonful of soup. Angkor carefully poured it to his companion. His companion frowned. He just gave Angkor several spoonfuls, but now Angkor gave him so much.

Half a spoonful of soup, without any chicken blood, doesn't feel enough to plug your teeth.

Although he was dissatisfied, he took it. After all, the price of the two foods was there. If converted according to the weight, Angkor's value was higher than what he had just distributed.

"Angkor, give me some, too!"

He regretted that he had to taste several people's chicken blood soup just now. Now he can't refuse.

"A little, all a little!"

Full of reluctance and helplessness, Angkor divided several spoons. The companion who had been divided into more than half spoons had put the soup in his mouth. His eyes were as straight as Angkor before.

It's also chicken blood soup, but the taste of the two is really different.

The chicken blood soup they had drunk before felt very good and great. It was a rare human delicacy. I thought there could be no more chicken blood soup beyond this taste. Even if there was, it could not exceed a lot.

Unexpectedly, such an idea was broken so quickly.

Chicken blood soup is better than before. Yes, it really is, and it is more than twice as good. This mouthful of chicken blood soup completely subverts his cognition of soup. He never thought that soup could make such a taste.

No, not only the soup, but none of the food he has eaten can compare with the chicken blood soup in front of him.

This soup is the best food he has ever eaten and deserves it.

Other companions, like him, all looked the same after drinking the soup given to them by Angkor. The four people looked at Angkor together with longing in their eyes.

"No, no, no one!"

Angkor hurried to protect his soup. He felt unsafe. He took the bowl carefully to another table for fear that these partners would rob his chicken blood soup.

At 8:15, the security guard began to stop people at the door. There were already 300 people in the store, and more than 300 people had to wait. We couldn't let everyone wait in the store. One person went out and one came in. This was what Chang Feng had prepared before.

Now, his preparation is right and necessary.

After 15 minutes of trial operation, the store was full of people. Chang Feng expected this popularity, but it was completely beyond the expectation of the store manager. While busy, he was full of shock, and today's shock one by one. At 15:00, the cashier said that 888 chicken blood soup had been sold out.

8881 copies, a small bowl, sold out in 15 minutes. This was the first day of trial operation. The store manager was a little dizzy. What kind of store manager did he be? It was a monster.

Angkor protected his bowl, while the remaining four were uncomfortable.

It's not Angkor's fault. Their 88 chicken blood soup tastes good, but it's far worse than Angkor's. especially after eating Angkor's chicken blood soup, they always feel that the taste is very weak and wrong.

"I'll ask for one, too!"

"Me too!"

Two of the four got up. The 888 chicken blood soup was expensive, but it was worth it. The taste was really great. It was a human delicacy they had never eaten.

It's torture to eat such delicious food. I'm afraid I'll miss it all day if I don't eat it well.

Before, they thought Angkor would regret buying expensive chicken blood soup, but they found that they were the ones who regretted it. As expected, they paid the price for the goods. This chicken blood soup is expensive. It's really good.

They got up and went to the cashier. The other two were hesitating. There was a long line at the cashier.

"What, no, how can it be gone?"

There was a sudden cry in front of him. This was a man who wanted to order 888 chicken blood soup again. As a result, the cashier told him that this chicken blood soup had been sold out, and now there are only 881 bowls.

The two companions who went to the queue were stunned.

No, it's gone. Now they just can't eat. They're out of stock. They're sure it's really gone. They walked back with regret.

Today is gone. I can only come back tomorrow. I must come early tomorrow and drink a bowl of 888 chicken blood soup.

The four soon finished the chicken blood soup in front of them. Angkor also finished his small bowl. He was not full at all, but he was very satisfied. Today, the money was not spent in vain. This bowl of chicken blood soup overturned his understanding of food. For the first time, he knew that food can be made so delicious and have such taste.

For a foodie, there is nothing more pleasant than eating the food that satisfies him most.

The chicken blood soup made in ancient times is much better than other foods in terms of ingredients. The quality reaches the ordinary level of old soup, the ordinary level of immortal chicken, and the old soup contains five high-grade raw materials, all of which increase the taste of chicken blood soup.

The gluttonous immortal cooking and the ancient immortal power make all these perfectly integrated. This bowl of chicken blood soup is absolutely incomparable among ordinary people. In fact, the price set by Qi Ling is not high. If the chicken blood soup is made by Lord tie Xian in the fairy world, some people are willing to buy and taste it with countless wealth, and they can't ask for it.