Sheep blood is a good thing. Just sprinkle a small amount of fine salt into fresh sheep blood and a delicious sheep blood clot will soon form.

Put two centimeters of square cubes and old tofu into the stewed sheep bone soup with warm heat. Turn to high heat and cook for an hour. After the sheep blood clots and tofu cubes were cooked, they were filled with a large bowl, then put two spoons of lamb oil and chili peppers in, sprinkle a layer of fine green onions, the taste was really not changed to a god.

This is Zhou Wenqiang's skill. Who doesn't know about the zombie leaders who control Hong Kong Island now? Everyone knows that pursuing powerful power is naturally to drink human blood, but if you want to satisfy your craving and have a feast, you have to find Mr. Zhou, the son-in-law of the contemporary zombie king Yamamoto.

Therefore, it is important to learn a craft. Even if you are a zombie, Zhou Wenqiang is still "Mr. Zhou" respected by the zombies. He can easily make his father-in-law, Kazuhiro Yamamoto, take a private plane to come from Neon Country.

Moreover, Zhou Wenqiang didn't take the initiative to greet him. The best stewed tofu in sheep blood was in the pot, and he wanted to eat it and serve it himself!

Two round tables were set up in the Zhou family garden on the top of Taiping Mountain. Xia Meng, Bai Yue'e, Monroe, Hepburn, Yamamoto Miku, Ah Huo and Zhou Wenqiang, Yamamoto Kazuo and other family members were sitting at the same table. Some of the top figures in Hong Kong Island, the new Hong Kong Governor MacLehose, the new top leader Yan Liguo, Lei Luo, who is already the deputy director of the police, and the chairman of the Legislative Council (Bureau) Huang Hongfa, showed his white fangs and looked at Zhou Wenqiang's specialty "blood mat" with excitement.

Three animals with blood sausage, sheep's blood tofu, pig's blood porridge, beef blood sugar cake, three-fresh blood-filled dumplings, tender chicken blood-filled peppers, zombies don't have enough eyes, they know that they are drooling desperately. Look at Zhou Wenqiang, he can make flowers even if he makes a bloody meal, otherwise how could he be the son-in-law of the "king"?

Looking at the table full of zombies with other closeness and alienation, Zhou Wenqiang sighed in his heart.

When Luofushan met with Kazuo Yamamoto more than 20 years ago, he thought about winning or losing, and becoming a hero and a martyr, but he never expected that he would become a zombie and become a son-in-law of Kazuo Yamamoto.

He did nothing wrong. For China and humanity, and to the last moment, Yamamoto's future is not wrong. Is it wrong to love someone? For love, she turned her beloved man into a zombie and gave him eternal life. Is this wrong?

It was not wrong to me. Instead of letting the fourth-level zombies that Tang Ben truly understands the "creation" of "Tang Ben" bit their wives and turn the four delicate wives into zombies of the "Tang Ben system", it would be better to do enough food and clothing by yourself. So on that night with a beautiful full moon, he gave Bai Yue'e and the others the opportunity to choose. What surprised him was that when he heard that being a female zombie could last forever, the four wives were more enthusiastic than the other, rushing to be bitten by him, and he even blushed for this...

Ah Huo was just an accident. No one expected that she, who should have been filming a nightclub drama at Zhenlong Film that day, went home early, so Zhou Wenqiang could only bite her. Ah Huo's blood was very sweet, comparable to his four wives. Although he would not really suck his wife's blood, he still felt the dreamy sweet smell.

This is simply the biggest temptation to zombies. Zhou Wenqiang knew that he could never become a monster who fell in love with human blood, even if he just sucked a bag of plasma!

So carefully studying cooking became his only way to solve problems. Only the superb cooking skills can offset the temptation of blood. Now it seems that he has succeeded.

Even Yamamoto Kazuo, who came from Neon Kingdom, had to admit that his "good son-in-law"'s skills were getting better and better. The deliciousness of the "blood food" he made was almost comparable to the taste of the blood of living people, and the taste was richer and the appearance was better.

Like Chinese people, Neon people also attach great importance to the color, fragrance and taste of food. Yamamoto Kazuo originally thought that he would never have the conditions to pursue the "color" of food after becoming a zombie, but he did not expect that it was Zhou Wenqiang who made up for this regret. Now he also likes Zhou Wenqiang the more he looks at Zhou Wenqiang. He feels that his daughter had a vision at the beginning. He originally thought that his daughter had found an enemy to him, but he didn't expect that she was the son-in-law of Tom Shui.

"Okay, okay! Wen Qiang, sheep blood tofu is still as delicious as ever, and the 'beef blood sugar cake' you made is getting better and better. Dad is really curious, how did you do it?"

Yamamoto swallowed half of the plate of "Boy Blood Sugar Cake" in two or three mouthfuls. He felt that he was still unsatisfied. He was embarrassed to compete with Bai Yue'e, Xia Meng and several "juniors". Taking the opportunity of speaking, he quietly pulled the plate of "shelf" in front of him.

This move was naturally rolled by everyone's eyes. Yamamoto's face turned red, he lowered his head and lay on his father's shoulder to act coquettishly. He was not like you. He was also a zombie king, so why did he still eat alone...

Zhou Wenqiang looked at Yamamoto Kazuo and smiled and said, "This father-in-law doesn't know. The key to the blood sugar of cows is blood, and the key to this blood is cattle! I chose the good-bred healthy cattle on the prairie and changed the pastoral areas for them every once in a while. In these different pastoral areas, there are naturally different herbs, insects and various wild herbs. I also specifically asked the herders to ensure the exercise of the healthy cattle every day to make their bloodlines vigorous. In this way, a qualified healthy cattle takes at least two years to grow."

"Master Yue, think about it, can the fresh plasma taken out of this cow's body make the cow blood sugar cake not taste good?"

"Haha, son-in-law, you really know how to eat!"

Yamamoto's face was as clean as the wind and clouds, and cleaned the remaining beef blood sugar cake. He raised his thumbs up and said, "Good cooking skills! Son-in-law, the food you made perfectly reflects the craftsman spirit of my Great Neon Country. It's amazing! I heard that you have been reluctant to drink the blood and plasma of living people over the years, and I thought you had a different mind. Now it seems that my father blamed you wrongly. Such food made me deeply fascinated by it."

Zhou Wenqiang also smiled and said, "What does my father-in-law say? It's been more than 20 years. I have completely accepted the identity of a zombie. How could I still have a second heart? Alas, now when I think of the battle at Feiyun Peak more than 20 years ago, I can only regret my youth and ignorance. If I give me another chance to do it again, I will say to Mr. Yue, I support you! If I want to give my position a deadline, I hope it will be ten thousand years!"

Yamamoto was slightly stunned and laughed loudly, "Son-in-law, how can ten thousand years be enough? Shouldn't it be hundreds of thousands of years or million years?"

Everyone laughed when they heard this, Bai Yue'e gave Zhou Wenqiang a light look: "Wenqiang, you are so stupid. You must know that we all have eternal life now. This is all the gifts of Mr. Yamamoto. You don't respect Mr. Yamamoto for a glass of wine."

"Yue'e, you reminded me right, that's what it should have been."

Zhou Wenqiang nodded, picked up a glass of pig blood wine and stood up: "My father-in-law, my son-in-law toast you. This is to apologize to you for my ignorance of more than 20 years ago, and to thank you for giving us new life. I was a fool back then. I thought I was a human warrior and wanted to defend humanity, but I actually wanted to resist my father-in-law. Now I truly understand that we, the zombies of the gods, are the noblest and most civilized lives, and the real hope of this world!"

Yamamoto laughed: "Okay, okay, son-in-law, you and I have drunk this glass. Oh, this pig blood wine is so delicious, how did you do it?"

Just now, he was just concerned about eating beef blood cake. Before he could drink a sip of wine, he was even more surprised when he drank a glass of pig blood wine.

After Zhou Wenqiang sat down, he gently kissed Yamamoto Miku who looked happy, and then replied with a smile: "Brother-in-law, this is the first to use thirteen kinds of grains and high-quality water sources in the upper reaches of the Yellow River to brew base wine, and then add the spices that I have found in the past 20 years that we zombies can most accept, and then add the freshest pig blood wine to make. The characteristic is that it has a long aftertaste, it is not delicious, and it is a real good wine."

"Haha, so that's it, okay, okay!"

Yamamoto said a few good words, looked at Zhou Wenqiang with appreciation, and nodded repeatedly.

For more than 20 years, he has been observing Zhou Wenqiang secretly, and now he is completely relieved about his son-in-law.

As Zhou Wenqiang as a top human being, if he cannot accept the identity of a zombie, it is impossible to hide it to this level no matter what. His top cooking skills and super high brewing standards all prove that his son-in-law has fully accepted his current identity, otherwise he would love life so much?

Moreover, his love with the future is definitely not pretended, and this cannot be hidden from his own eyes.

Yamamoto, who had been full of doubts, has now completely treated Zhou Wenqiang as his own child. Neon Kingdom and China have almost the same family view, and the son-in-law is just half a son.

"Wen Qiang, this time my father came to Hong Kong Island to give you all the affairs of Hong Kong Island. From today on, you will directly lead all the zombies in Hong Kong Island. In addition, you will also take charge of matters in Southeast Asia and Central Asia. Domoto will assist you. Have you heard my words clearly?"

Yamamoto's eyes swept over the zombies of the Governor of Hong Kong, the First Brother, the Chairman of the Legislative Council, and all the zombies nodded to express their absolute obedience. Finally, he looked at his left and right hand Domain Manju. Domain Manju was drinking and occasionally looked at Zhou Wenqiang, with a very bad look.

"Domoto, why don't you express your opinion? Is it because you, a third-generation zombie, refuse to bow your head and obey the orders of a fourth-generation zombie?"

Domoto Shinju snorted, and finally couldn't help saying, "Yes boos! In the world of zombies, the generation gap is the natural barrier! I am a third generation zombie, why should I obey the orders of a fourth generation zombie? This is not in line with the rules, I don't accept it!"

Not only did Zhou Wen take away love with a powerful sword, but now he is under the head of the third generation of zombies as the fourth generation of zombies. How can Tang Ben Zhenwu be convinced?

Yamamoto's face turned cold and was about to get angry, Zhou Wenqiang smiled and said, "Mr. Yue, Brother Domoto's words are reasonable. Rules are rules, and there is no reason to let me, the fourth generation of zombies, order the third generation of zombies. And I just want to enjoy life now. In recent years, the business of Beiwang Company has begun to let young people manage it, let alone let me be responsible for Hong Kong Island, Southeast Asia and Central Asia? You should spare me..."

More than 20 years have passed, and many old friends have passed away. Ip Man and Mr. Gong Er have all passed away one after another. Wanglaoji also died two years ago. Zhou Wenqiang has become increasingly lazy in recent years. Beiwang's business is now in charge of the new generation. Ah Hu, Ma Shaolin and Ma Shihao have become the new generation of giants of Beiwang Group.

Zhou Wenqiang simply became a hand-off manager. His life was not too leisurely. Recently, he was even more obsessed with cooking and gambling. He heard that he had met with the god of gambling, Gao Jin, but he had not received any response. He was quite unfair.

Yamamoto Kazuo naturally knew these things, and frowned slightly when he heard this, "Wenqiang, your father knows the best of your abilities. You just became a zombie a few years ago. I know you were unhappy and didn't force you. Now more than 20 years have passed. You and the future are already considered old couples. Don't you still want to be happy?"

"You are the most promising zombie in the next thirty years that has the potential to be promoted to the third generation of strength. It may not be impossible to reach the second generation of strength in the future. I have placed great expectations for you. It would be impossible to waste it like this."

"It's okay if you've been obsessed with cooking skills over the years, why are you interested in gambling? The god of gambling Gao Jin is also a special abilities. I know about his affairs. He may have received some news about our affairs. He doesn't give him face when you meet him several times. It can be seen that this human being refused to get close to us. It will sooner or later be a big disaster if he keeps him..."

"Master Yue, Gao Jin's special abilities are only used in gambling techniques, and most of them rely on his gambling skills. It can be seen that even if there is a little special abilities, it cannot threaten us at all. Although he is a gambler, he has a very social influence. We should not attack him easily."

Zhou Wenqiang hurriedly said: "Cooking and gambling are my two major hobbies. I have been acquainted with this gambling god for a long time. Please let Mr. Yue let him go for my sake..."

Yamamoto nodded slightly: "Then are you willing to listen to me?"

Yamamoto Miku said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, what are you doing? What Brother Qiang doesn't want to do is not the same as Dodomoto, why do you have to force him?"

Yamamoto said angrily: "This is a conversation between men, don't worry about the future!"

Yamamoto Miyaki gave him a blank look: "It's obviously a god-like zombie, what kind of man is he?"

"Okay, the future is for my own good."

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and said, "So that's how my father-in-law, I heard that Chen Xiaodao, the disciple of the god of gambling, will go to Aocheng to attend a charity gambling conference this time. I want to go to Aocheng, and maybe I have the chance to meet the god of gambling, Gao Jin. Wait for me to go

When I return from Aocheng, I will do what you told me. I will ask myself to do it for me during this period. Brother Tang is really troublesome."

Domoto Shingo snorted coldly: "Don't do your job!"

Yamamoto looked at his daughter, then at Zhou Wenqiang, who was laughing at her face, and said helplessly: "Okay, this time I will follow you. Wenqiang. Next, we will extend the tentacles of the new world to European and American powers such as the Lighthouse Kingdom. You can't lose your ambition anymore. Our new world needs someone like you who is truly capable."
Chapter completed!