Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

When he was depressed, Changsun Wuji suddenly realized something. Changsun Chong didn't know where he had gone.

There was a flash of uneasiness in my heart, but it was quickly dismissed.

For such a big man, he is out in the wild every day. He can't do anything random, right? Even if it's a random act, nothing can happen, right?

In the night, the curfew had not yet started. The cold wind blew through the streets, picking up the old leaves on the road and the shabby clothes from unknown places last night, indicating that Pingkangfang had experienced many fierce battles last night.

Liu Xuan comforted Yaya and Da Zhuang, and wanted to take Liu Renyuan out to have a look and walk around Pingkangfang.

Now that we have come to the Tang Dynasty, since our status is in Chang'an, and since we are already the Marquis of Lantian in the Tang Dynasty, we cannot embarrass our seniors who often travel through Lantian.

Wherever they can go, I, Liu Xuan, can naturally go too.

Where they can't go, I, Liu Xuan, can still go!

Yes, it’s just a matter of fighting to clear up the name of the time-travelers. It has nothing to do with Pingkangfang, nor does it have anything to do with the girls inside.

What's so good about a girl? No matter how good-looking you are, can you still be as good-looking as those star teachers in future generations?

It's a pity that when I traveled back in time, there were still a lot of teacher's learning materials on the computer hard drive, and I don't know what the restless young man was saved from. I hope that those works that have accompanied me throughout my college career like beacons can shed light on the doubts of those who come after me and point me to the dark road.

Although Liu Renyuan looks playful and smiling, he does his job conscientiously and hides a lot of secrets under his plain and unpretentious appearance.

The new clothes are a bit strange, but I can’t put my finger on it.

"Liu Renyuan, are your clothes specially made?"

Liu Xuan could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Liu Renyuan. His clothes were very thin and he didn't wear much underneath. There were bulges in some places, as if he was hiding something.

Could it be that he is also a power bank wholesaler?

"Master Hou, our clothes are from above. They are very useful."

Liu Xuan patted Liu Renyuan's body. No wonder the material of the clothes was different at first glance. It was completely different from the folk clothes of the Tang Dynasty. Not surprisingly, there should be fine iron wires inside, mixed with silk, to make clothes. , like soft armor.

"Huh? Liu Renyuan, what is this?"

Liu Xuan frowned and touched a place similar to the handle of a knife.

Liu Renyuan grinned, untied his robe, and slowly opened his arms.

At this moment, Liu Xuan took a breath.

There are more than a dozen neat knives hanging in Liu Renyuan's robe, with leather scabbards, of different styles and lengths. The smallest one is about the size of a thumb, and the longest one is as long as the forearm.

"What are you doing? Why do you bring so many knives? Do you want to be a cook?" Liu Xuan smiled, "Don't you call yourself a Confucian general?"

Liu Renyuan seemed to remember something he had boasted about. After a moment of embarrassment, Liu Renyuan became serious: "Master Hou, a Confucian general is a Confucian general, but when we go out, whether we are killing people, fighting enemies, or cutting meat, etc. , you have to use it, hehe, we can’t use the Yanling knife to eat meat, right? We are Confucian generals, that’s so indecent.”

"You have to use a knife to cut the meat."

Liu Xuan continued to ask: "Then what are you doing with these awls?"

"Forehead awl... Well, when we go hunting, we have to bleed the prey, right?"

Liu Xuan nodded. It made sense and the explanation was reasonable. It should be difficult for others to misunderstand him.

"Whatever else you have on you, show it."

Upon hearing this, Liu Renyuan hesitated for a moment, then approached Liu Xuan and asked, "Master Hou, this is very troublesome."

"Don't be afraid of trouble. You are now the chief manager of the Hou Mansion. Are you still worried about this?"

Liu Renyuan licked his face and smiled: "Then Mr. Hou, you are showing your shame!"

There are iron wires in the hair, silver needles in the hair, a soft knife as thin as a cicada's wings hidden in the waist, and there is actually a chain knife on the side of the body.

He kept saying that he was a Confucian general, and when he lifted up his robe, there was an armory inside.

There were daggers on his arms, short knives on his calves, flying knives on his thighs, and even a wooden box with a bulging bag in his crotch.

Liu Xuan looked at the wooden box for a long time, but didn't understand it.

"Is there poison hidden in here?"

"No, no, Lord Marquis, the poison is here." Liu Renyuan shook it gently from his cuff, and a dozen black things appeared.

"This wooden box is a hidden weapon. If you bite it lightly, the lid will open, and the needles inside will scatter and shoot out. Anything that is shot will instantly become a sieve."

Liu Renyuan's mouth turned ferocious.

Confucian general?

Have you ever seen a Confucian general wearing these things on his body? What kind of serious Confucian general could be playing with these things?

To put it another way, why do you put this wooden box in your crotch?

Aren't you afraid that if you accidentally come across a hidden weapon like a pear blossom needle in a rainstorm, it will turn you into the father-in-law in the palace?

"Not bad, very energetic!"

"Liu Renyuan, do you have children?"

Liu Renyuan squinted his eyes, then puffed up his chest: "The last general is from the Hou Mansion, and the Marquis has the final say!"

"Then you should give birth to the baby as soon as possible to avoid accidentally pressing the wrong button one day."

Liu Xuan frowned: "Do you rarely go to brothels?"

Liu Renyuan looked at Liu Xuan: "Master Hou, how do you know?"

how could I know? You put that thing in your crotch, how dare you go to a brothel? If you accidentally touch it, it will last a lifetime.

Unless you spend your whole life trying, you won't be able to touch it.

"Just a random guess. Okay! Liu Renyuan! It's normal for a military commander to carry a few knives when he goes out! You can't fight with others with bare hands, right? It's so cheap and embarrassing!"

"Let's go to Pingkangfang today!"

Liu Renyuan suddenly had a bad feeling.

...

Pingkangfang was crowded with people. Before the curfew, it was definitely the most crowded place in Chang'an. Even after the curfew, people just couldn't go out of Pingkangfang, but activities in the square were still allowed.

As long as you get in before the curfew, you can do whatever you want.

But Liu Xuan was different. He was holding the Zuowuwei token left by Cheng Yaojin when he went out today. In Chang'an, except for the palace, he could enter and leave freely.

When the curfew drum sounded, Liu Xuan and Liu Renyuan arrived outside Pingkangfang, and took advantage of the hurried crowd under the drum sound to enter Pingkangfang together.

"My Lord, we are too low-key. This is not in line with your status."

Liu Renyuan suddenly reminded.

Liu Xuan was a little surprised. Although he was a marquis, he was just an ordinary nobleman in Chang'an. How much more do you want to live up to your status?

"Then tell me, how should I be high-profile?"

Liu Renyuan raised his mouth, spread his arms slightly, and straightened his chest. His legs, which were originally walking normally, suddenly opened slightly, like a huge crab.

In an instant, the space he occupied was twice as wide.

In a few breaths, he bumped into several people, and even bumped into a pillar and walked sideways!

Even if he bumped into a pillar, Liu Renyuan never gave in.