Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

"Child, what do you mean by Water Margin?"

When Da Zhuang heard this, he immediately laughed.

"Young Master, someone wants to listen to Water Margin!"

Liu Xuan was sitting outside with Li Lizhi enjoying the autumn breeze when he was suddenly disturbed by a strong voice and turned around unhappy.

At this moment, the autumn wind seemed a little chaotic.

I just told you once and you remember it?

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have deceived Da Zhuang with the people in Water Margin. Liu Xuan now regrets it.

Li Lizhi was also full of interest.

"Liu Xuan, the Water Margin in Da Zhuang's mouth is a story, right?"

It's not just one story, it's a series of stories.

And it’s a story of rebellion.

You Li family, do you dare to listen?

"Liu Xuan? Judging from the way you don't speak, that must be a good story!"

Li Lizhi smiled confidently, as if she had guessed Liu Xuan's thoughts.

This is how a girl's heart is. If she guesses her sweetheart's thoughts, she will be happy all day long.

In the main hall, Li Yuan and Li Lizhi sat aside, with excitement in their eyes.

Especially Li Yuan, who has had enough to eat and drink, and now wants to be told stories. What is the difference between this and a fool like Da Zhuang?

Forget it, the elderly are essentially well-informed babies.

However, the story cannot be told in vain.

Liu Xuan sat there motionless, and for a moment, Da Zhuang became anxious.

"Master, hurry up."

Liu Xuan smiled and said nothing.

At this time, Da Zhuang looked at Li Lizhi: "Sister, please move, otherwise he will stop telling the story."

Only then did Li Lizhi realize that this story would require more money.

After taking out a piece of gold and placing it in front of Liu Xuan, Liu Xuan nodded: "This story is not mine, so of course I have to collect money, otherwise the person who wrote this story will not starve to death?"

Li Yuan was already anxious: "Young man Liu Xuan, please hurry up, I can't wait any longer."

Li Yuan took a sip of the hot and sour soup and his whole body was steaming.

Liu Xuan took his time and said: "The story I am telling you today is called Lin Jiaotou Fengxue Mountain Temple..."

Liu Xuan was not in a hurry and told Lin Chong's story slowly and leisurely. Yaya came out at some point, washed clean, wearing new clothes, holding a plate of toffee, and sat in front of Da Zhuang.

Li Lizhi listened with fascination, while Da Zhuang was constantly excited. Although Yaya didn't understand, she was quiet when listening to the story.

Only Li Yuan, when he heard that Coach Lin was in trouble, and when Lieutenant Gao's godson teased Lin Chong's wife, his face was already filled with frost.

This so-called Song Dynasty is not as good as our Tang Dynasty!

Speaking of Lin Chong in the mountain temple, when he heard the loud conspiracy, Li Yuan trembled all over, his eye circles were red, the corners of his mouth twitched, and veins popped up all over his body. Can you believe that this is an old man in his sixties? ?

How can an old man in his sixties be so stubborn?

This old man is definitely not serious.

Suddenly, Liu Xuan stopped narrating: "Let's talk about how Coach Lin responded. Let's listen to the next chapter...decomposition!"

In an instant, Li Yuan was sweating on his forehead.

"You kid, what do you mean? The story was so good, but it suddenly stopped. It's so unappetizing!"

"No, I have to listen to the end, otherwise I won't be able to sleep when I go back."

Liu Xuan cupped his hands towards Li Yuan: "Old sir, I'm tired."

"It's okay if you're tired. Eat. You're such a good cook. Eat more. Let's continue when we're full."

Liu Xuan shook his head: "Hey, that's not the case. The main thing is this story. It's gone here."

Li Yuan suddenly stood up, became anxious, and shouted at Liu Xuan: "It's over when you say it? I don't believe it!"

Li Lizhi smiled and took out a big gold ingot from her sleeve: "Liu Xuan, just tell me, it's not easy for my grandpa to come out. If he doesn't listen to enough today, he won't be able to sleep well or eat well when he goes back... …”

Liu Xuanyi looked at Li Lizhi sternly: "Miss Li, as the saying goes, you can't move away from poverty and lowliness, and you can't be corrupted by wealth. This gold of yours shouldn't be."

"Okay, for the sake of Jin...you Miss Li, I reluctantly accepted it."

Li Yuan immediately let out a long breath. He turned out to be a money addict.

…

When going back, Li Yuan didn't forget to look back when he went out.

This Lantian Marquis Mansion is a bit interesting.

"Chang Le, why did this boy named Liu Xuan become a marquis?"

How did Li Lizhi know this, so she could only tell the truth: "Grandpa Huang, Liu Xuan was granted the title of Marquis, very suddenly, and I also found out by accident."

"I think it should be my father's decision, right?"

Li Yuan nodded, with a hint of imperceptible disdain flashing in his eyes.

How can a young man become a marquis without great achievements?

"I heard you say that he is born in civilian clothes. Is it because he is good at cooking?"

Li Yuan couldn't help but think of this, but he quickly gave up the idea.

If it were him, according to Liu Xuan's craftsmanship, he would at least have to be a county boy. If he had some other achievements, it would not be impossible to become a marquis.

Mainly because of the craftsmanship and how delicious it is.

Emperors are human beings too, and they also have to enjoy wonderful tastes.

Only when you eat well can you handle government affairs better.

For a moment, Li Yuan fell into a trance.

"Grandpa Huang, why don't you ask your father?"

Li Lizhi knew that there was a gap between Li Shimin and Li Yuan, so he tried to find an opportunity for the two to reconcile.

But when Li Yuan heard this, he immediately pouted: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"I have never suffered such a great injustice in my life. He is my son, and he should bow his head first!"

After Li Yuan was stubborn for a while, he sighed: "Don't talk about Erlang, Changle, do you think there is more to the story told by Liu Xuan?"

Li Lizhi nodded: "Of course there is, I believe him."

"Well, let's come at the same time tomorrow?"

Li Lizhi suddenly smiled.

Look, isn't there a reason to leave the palace frequently?

Liu Xuan deliberately left a hook and told Li Yuan about the Fengxue Mountain Temple. But what is Liangshan next? How did it come? Li Yuan guessed that he was still confused now.

Don't worry, the old man has money, and this money can be earned slowly.

At this time, the streets were crowded with people.

Outside Xinghuafang, someone rode through the street.

If you ride a horse in Chang'an, you will be punished.

But this man was not shy at all. He held a token in his hand and a brocade box in his arms, and walked through the crowd. Passersby avoided him and cursed.

Soon, the horseman stopped outside the Lantian Marquis's Mansion.

Xue Rengui let out a long breath, jumped and almost flew in.

"My Lord, it's done!"

"My Lord, it's done!"

Liu Xuan was still patiently braiding Yaya's hair, and suddenly heard Xue Rengui's voice, and grabbed it, and Yaya's braid was formed.

Classic style, one pillar supporting the sky.