Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Li Shimin nodded firmly: "Think about it!"

Borrowing money from our ancestors is a pleasant thing.

After all, who doesn’t want to get something for nothing?

In ancient times, Cao Mengde, a gold captain, took the restoration of the Han Dynasty as his own mission and borrowed military pay from his ancestors.

Today, Li Shimin has great ambitions and borrows some small money from his ancestors to use it for the people.

Quite reasonable, right?

Fang Xuanling was confused at the side: "You two, what are you talking about?"

Liu Xuan said nothing and smiled without saying a word.

Li Shimin patted Fang Xuanling on the shoulder: "Old Fang, it's okay, you will definitely benefit." ✦✷

Now that he was rich, the only thing left was to pay benefits. Li Shimin felt more motivated and made another bowl of mutton soup before leaving happily.

Fang Xuanling took away two bowls with a smile, then exchanged the code with Liu Xuan and left excitedly.

Late at night, Liu Xuan suddenly realized that he had opened a Pandora's door?

What if Li Shimin can't stop?

That's all, I don't want to think about it that much anymore. I can't keep the money in the warehouse anymore. It's time to store it in the system.

…

The next morning, it was dawn.

A carriage stopped outside Li Yuan's palace gate.

As soon as Li Lizhi entered Da'an Palace, she felt a chill.

"Grandpa, why don't you light the stove?"

Li Yuan was stunned, stove? What it is?

Li Lizhi looked at the palace maid aside: "Where is the stove? Why is there no stove?"

"It's so cold. What if the Emperor freezes?"

The palace maid knelt on the ground tremblingly: "Your Royal Highness, the Supreme Emperor threw aside the stove that His Majesty sent over."

Only then did Li Lizhi notice that in the direction the maids were pointing, there was a pile of dark things and an iron stove.

Li Yuan rubbed his eyes, looked at it for a long time, and finally smiled happily: "So, this is the stove in Liu Xuan's house."

"I thought it was Erlang who was plotting to kill me. Well, someone, please light up the stove. This Da'an Palace is too cold, so it will be warm."

When Li Lizhi heard this, she was very excited. She touched the bulging spot on her waist and pulled Li Yuan's arm with a smile: "Grandpa, shall we go and listen to a story today?"

As soon as Li Yuan heard the word "story", he immediately became confused.

"Go, you must go."

"Grandpa overslept yesterday and forgot about this. He didn't sleep well last night. So I don't know how Takejiro will punish adulterers and adulterers."

Li Yuan gritted his teeth and felt itchy in his heart.

The story of Water Margin is indeed a magical tool of ancient storytellers. Halfway through telling a story, some people will scratch their heads and scratch their heads, and they will be unable to fall asleep by rubbing against the edge of the kang at night.

After you finish speaking, they will feel prickly in their hearts and want to hear what it means to act on behalf of heaven.

"Today we are going to eat at the Datang Hotel. I have already bought a seat."

Li Lizhi said excitedly.

Yesterday, he specially asked someone to buy a seat in front of Liu Renyuan. The only way to have a good meal is to eat in the Datang Hotel!

…

In Sikong Mansion, Changsun Wuji had just taken a sip of tea when he heard a crisp voice.

"Daddy, I'm back!"

Changsun Wuji's youngest daughter, Changsun Ying, just went to visit her aunt and happened to be back today.

Changsun Ying's face was rosy, and she didn't look tired at all. Her whole person was like a hibiscus emerging from clear water, fresh and refined.

Changsun Wuji squinted his eyes, and a fatherly smile appeared on his face.

Only in front of his little daughter, Changsun Wuji's face didn't have the slightest hint of pity.

"Father, why do you look so old lately? What's going on? Is your brother angry with you again?"

Changsun Wuji stroked his beard and shook his head: "Tell me about you. After finally coming back, you know how to talk about your brother. Don't mention him. Hey."

Upon hearing Changsun Wuji's words, Changsunying instantly realized that something seemed to have gone wrong with his brother, Changsun Chong.

"Dad, brother, what's going on over there?"

The most troublesome thing for Changsun Wuji recently may be the matter of Changsun Chong.

What is Changsun Chong? He is a relative of the emperor, the son of an uncle, and a lord passed down from generation to generation. To put it bluntly, as long as you don't bother, just lie down, marry a princess, and be hereditary, it is all a simple matter.

In the Li and Tang dynasties, no one could become the favored son of heaven more easily than Chang Sun Chong.

But Zhangsun Chong just smashed such a good hand.

He can obviously lie down and wait for so many good things to happen to him. Even if he is really ignorant and unskilled, people in the world will praise him, compliment him and spread his good name.

But the problem is that he is unwilling to give in and wants to make his own way.

If Liu Xuan knew what Changsun Chong was thinking, he would be reminded of what the rich generation in later generations who have made money are most afraid of. They are not afraid of their descendants making random things, but they are afraid that their descendants will seriously invest in ventures.

Changsun Chong now belongs to this kind of person.

Now it seems that marrying the princess has to be let go.

Princess Changle, His Majesty’s favorite daughter, is gone.

In addition, Changsun Chong has been too aggressive in Chang'an recently and is always causing trouble. Changsun Wuji has clearly felt that His Majesty's attitude has changed.

Is this a headache?

"That's all, Ying'er, you just came back, go and have a good rest."

"Or you can go out for a walk. My father has important things to do today. I'll be back later. Let's have something good to eat."

Chang Sunying shook her head and sighed. Her father was so kind and amiable, but he was always busy. There were so many officials in the court, why did he have to work so hard alone?

Holding a bulging waist bag, Chang Sunying decided to find some delicious food in Chang'an by herself.

On weekdays, she was tired of eating at Runfenglou in the East Market and Fengzexuan in the south of the city. She heard that the West Market always gave people surprises. Why not go and have a look?

Thinking of this, Chang Sunying's mouth curled up.

There were the most strange things in the West Market. It's not too much to bring a golden cake, right?

...

Outside the Tang Dynasty Hotel, people queuing up early in the morning were yawning.

But unlike the past few days, the people queuing today were much calmer.

A few days ago, they were afraid that someone would take their place in the queue. Today, they were calmer than each other, and some were even tidying up their hair.

When Liu Renyuan appeared at the door with a golden sword, Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang, who were at the front of the queue, immediately stood up.

"Hey, are we going to open the door?"

Liu Renyuan looked at the two suspiciously. The thin guy was better. He always yawned when queuing. Why did this square-faced scholar look so dishonest?

"Luo Wangu, how come you two can always be the first in line?"

Luo Wangu looked at Liu Renyuan with a smile: "Hey, my dad said that the early bird catches the worm."

Liu Renyuan rolled his eyes at the two. If he had used this energy to study, he would have become an official now, right?