Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

While saying bad things about Liu Xuan, he was also holding back bad things in his heart, and his narrowed eyes were full of injustice.

But Chang Sun Chong's body was involuntarily guided, especially his tongue, which was disobedient.

As soon as he arrived outside the Datang Restaurant and saw the long queue of people, Chang Sun Chong sneered in his heart.

Look, there don't seem to be many people today.

Are you good at cooking? Then why are there fewer people eating?

After walking to the front, Chang Sun Chong didn't care about other people's opinions and feelings at all, and stood directly in the first row of the line.

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang, who were just looking at the farts behind them with smugness, were instantly stunned.

"Who are you... Damn, big brother..."

The original arrogance on Luo Wangu's face disappeared instantly. After all, after the first 100 teams had to pay to buy it, and they could only buy it from Liu Renyuan, the money they spent was actually less.

This saved a lot of money.

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang naturally couldn't be less, what is money? Bastard! Fengzexuan Runfenglou has plenty of money!

But no matter how rich a person is, they have to shrink their heads when they meet the sons of nobles.

Changsun Chong, a noble of the Tang Dynasty, a Guanlong family.

These two hats are like a mountain falling from the sky.

"So it's you two..."

After what happened outside the brothel last time, Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang's feelings towards Changsun Chong are no longer the same.

In the past, they followed Changsun Chong and called him "big brother" all the time, which was from the heart.

But it's different now. Calling him "big brother" is a favor, and not calling him "big brother" is a duty. After all, if you don't take us seriously, we don't have to lick you all the time, right?

But Changsun Chong had long forgotten what happened that night. He only remembered that he was beaten up by someone.

"You two, go to the back and line up. I want this seat."

Luo Wangu grinned: "Brother, this seat is not cheap."

Chang Sun Chong frowned suspiciously, and his small eyes flashed with brilliance: "Expensive? What's wrong with expensive? Can't I afford it?"

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang looked at each other, sighed, and then walked silently to the back.

They didn't look back.

Some people don't do anything earth-shattering when they leave. They always disappear in the crowd in an inadvertent afternoon or early morning when they wake up.

"We have to change a big brother."

"I think so too."

"Big brother Liu Xuan is good! He speaks well, is righteous, handsome, upright, mighty and brave. There are not many who dare to confront Liuli merchants in Chang'an."

New tea is always better, and big brothers are also new and wonderful. Who doesn't want every big brother to be more powerful than the previous one? New tea is common, but new big brothers are not common.

At this time, Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang heard a cursing voice.

"The one who cut in line in front, come here, I want to beat you!"

The two just turned around and wanted to stop them appropriately, but they found that the crowd had become agitated.

The figure of Chang Sun Chong was quickly submerged in the vast sea of ​​diners.

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"Just this thing? Can it be delicious?"

Zheng Liwan didn't sleep all night. Although there were no dark circles under her eyes, it was because of her youth, but the fatigue on her face could be seen without saying anything.

"Yourong, I have to say something about you. You tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well. You came here early in the morning to watch me cook."

Liu Renyuan and Xue Rengui on the side had not gone out to open the door yet, and were cleaning the tables, chairs and benches in the restaurant.

Hearing Liu Xuan's words, the two looked at each other instantly, with a smirk on their faces, everything was self-explanatory. Men never rely on language to talk about things. Sometimes, noses, eyes, and mouths can all be used to convey information. The key is that it is applicable everywhere.

The two winked and laughed.

Zheng Liwan blushed and took a deep breath: "My Lord, I just want to see what you do with this steamed rice!"

After a night of hard work last night, Zheng Liwan was anxious in the second half of the night.

Zheng Liwan knew how to make rice delicious, but after all, it was just rice, with a limited upper limit. Why did a cooking person like the Lord use overnight rice?

She couldn't figure it out, and she wanted to figure it out.

So she followed him early in the morning without sleeping.

Liu Xuan couldn't stand Zheng Liwan's enthusiasm, and just smiled calmly: "Wait outside."

In the kitchen, Liu Xuan looked at the full pot of rice in front of him, and he was not in a hurry.

There are two new dishes today, one of which is made with overnight rice.

The other is a soup.

The weather is cold, a plate of egg fried rice, a bowl of hot and sour soup, even the devil has to give way.

Opening the system, Liu Xuan directly bought 100 kilograms of eggs for 200 coins.

Then, bean curd, mushrooms, sea cucumbers, squid, pork, chicken...

Liu Xuan's speed of buying ingredients has become more and more proficient.

At this time, in the system, Liu Xuan's balance instantly disappeared by nearly 100 coins, and Liu Xuan was so scared that he quickly drank a sip of water to calm down.

"This hot and sour soup and egg fried rice are also two unique skills."

"I heard that many famous chefs use egg fried rice as a standard to test their cooking skills."

Liu Xuan muttered to himself, thinking of the special chef called Xiao Dajia in the cartoons he saw when he was a child.

Tattoos on the arm... a dragon-shaped logo tied to it, followed by a steel stick to thank the master, and made golden fried rice when he had nothing to do, that majesty, that style...

This kind of fried rice made by myself should be similar to the one made by Xiao Dajia, right?

You have your golden fried rice, and I have my ordinary fried rice. I should be better than you, right?

If you don't agree, come to Datang and let people see the super chef logo on your arm?

Thinking of this, Liu Xuan took a deep breath.

Real fried rice never requires many fancy steps.

Pour oil into the hot pan, the oil temperature rises, and when green smoke comes out of the pan, pour out the oil. The temperature of the pan is just right at this time.

Seize the opportunity, take advantage of the iron pan's unpreparedness, sneak attack... pour the overnight rice into the pan.

Then pour the stirred egg liquid like golden juice little by little on the rice grains that have been scattered under the pressure of Liu Xuan's other hand.

Both hands do it at the same time until the egg liquid in the bowl disappears.

Then, it is the most critical part.

The fire gushed out, and the iron pan in Liu Xuan's hand flipped back and forth, just like a yellow cow working hard in the farmland.

It was like a cylinder running at full power.

Huff…Huff…

The sound of frying continued, and as the frying progressed, the egg liquid disappeared, and the white rice also disappeared.

Instead, there were grains of rice that combined the richness of rice and the fragrance of eggs.

These rices shone with luster, piled on the plate, like a small mountain of gold.