Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Liu Renyuan rolled his eyes at the two of them: "You two are really good at studying, but you are good at eating."

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang looked at each other, and smiled and bowed to Liu Renyuan: "We will take office in a year or two. The journey is long, and the mountains and rivers are long. Not to mention whether we can eat such delicious food, let alone whether we can come back."

"Before leaving, you must eat well, come here every day, come here every day."

Luo Wangu's face showed a distressing look, as if he had suffered great grievances.

Liu Renyuan took a look, my goodness, such a person can be an official?

What's wrong with the Tang Dynasty now?

When Liu Renyuan thought about how many selections he had gone through and how much suffering he had suffered, he was a little unhappy.

But Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang were obviously not the kind of high-profile ones.

"Liu Tou, you have to keep this secret. We didn't tell anyone, but I told you."

Liu Renyuan nodded, you two boys are sensible. ★

Taking the bulging purse handed over by the two, Liu Renyuan smiled with satisfaction.

"With such talented people, the Tang Dynasty will prosper. No matter where you go, you will be like Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick."

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang were very happy to hear this. After smiling and bowing to Liu Renyuan, they entered the Tang Dynasty Hotel.

The temperature in the hotel today seemed a little higher than usual.

Luo Wangu walked in and smiled immediately: "Damn, big brother, you added a stove."

Liu Xuan was smiling and directing the maids to put a big pot on the stove so that they could boil water. When she heard Luo Wangu's words, she was stunned: "Aren't you two afraid of the cold?"

"The weather is different now. Didn't you see frost on the bluestone slabs this morning?"

Luo Wangu grinned and put his hand into his clothes with a smile: "Big brother, come and touch it, there are good things in it."

Yang Liufang also had a lewd smile on his face: "Yes, big brother, I have a treasure to show you too."

Liu Xuan was speechless. The two of you are really a pair of talented people.

Runfenglou and Fengzexuan are still so famous in Chang'an with the two of you. I'm afraid you did something to save the people in your previous life?

"No need to touch, what do you want to eat today?"

Both of them had booked the whole year, and they were not in a hurry at all: "Brother, I want to eat Mapo Tofu."

"Brother, I want to eat Dongpo Pork. This is where the dream of both of us began."

As soon as these words came out, the diners behind laughed one by one.

Liu Xuan bowed to the crowd: "Please wait a moment, and let's take the dishes one by one after the name of the dishes."

Among the people in the queue today, Liu Xuan saw many new faces.

These should all be new guests, right?

Among the people in the queue, a woman and an old man were looking around.

"Changle, how long will it take? The people in the Datang Restaurant eat too slowly."

Li Lizhi covered her mouth and laughed when she heard it.

"Grandpa, you are so serious when you eat. Why do you think you eat too fast, and when it comes to others, you think they are too slow."

Li Yuan's face flushed slightly. After all, he is a well-known person. It is indeed inappropriate to be so double-standard.

"I am worried about their health. I am not the kind of person who only thinks about myself."

"They eat so slowly, they must eat a lot. There is a saying that a person can only eat a limited amount of food in his lifetime. Once he finishes eating, he can't eat anymore."

Li Lizhi shook her head, not quite understanding what Li Yuan meant.

"Grandpa, why can't they eat anymore?"

"Of course they can't eat anymore. People are lying in coffins, what can they eat?"

Li Yuan looked at the surging crowd, and his eyes swept over those who were watching but didn't line up, but kept looking into the Datang Hotel.

In life, we always have to eat and drink well. Datang will only have a few days of good life.

Just as Li Yuan was sighing, a strange woman appeared outside the crowd.

It's not that this woman is special. She is just an ordinary Tang Dynasty dress, and she is vigorous and vigorous.

He walked towards the Datang Hotel with big strides.

What was strange to her was that the Datang Restaurant only served 100 guests a day. Generally speaking, reservations had been made the day before, or if you came early, you could have a meal.

She just rushed in out of nowhere, with her mouth raised, extremely confident, not caring about the strange looks people gave her.

"Boss, what delicious food do you have here?"

The woman was Changsun Ying.

Changsun Wuji's youngest daughter had been waiting to be married for many years, but unfortunately she was lively and well-educated, but she liked folk stories. This time, she heard that her aunt had some books about strange stories, so she went there to live for a month.

Changsun Ying looked around, and the entire Datang Restaurant was full of people, but no one paid attention to her.

She wanted to find a seat to sit down, but found that there was no seat at all.

"This restaurant is also strange, why is there no one to serve it."

Changsun Ying had never seen such a strange restaurant. Today, she strolled on the street and walked a few steps. She saw a lot of people gathered outside the door of the Datang Restaurant. On a whim, she came in.

As soon as I entered the door, I found that this place was different from other restaurants.

In other restaurants, as long as she enters the door, there must be waiters or something to greet her, but it is different in the Datang Restaurant. There are many diners, almost filling every seat, but there are only a few women wearing strange clothes, walking back and forth, adding tea and water, but no one pays attention to her.

This makes Changsun Ying, who has been held in the palm of her hand since she was a child, a little impatient.

"Is there anyone?"

At this time, a middle-aged man in a seat in front of Changsun Ying smiled and stroked his beard: "Little girl, eating in the Datang Restaurant is not like this."

When Changsun Ying heard what the man said, she was immediately unhappy.

I, Changsun Ying, have traveled all over the country and have seen the world. There are thousands of restaurants in Chang'an, which one I have not tasted?

I am tired of eating in Fengzexuan and Runfenglou, and have never seen such a weird place.

"Oh? Then tell me, what's going on?"

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently: "You have to go to the queue first."

Changsun Ying frowned, glanced suspiciously at the long line outside the door, and finally realized something.

When I walked in just now, those eyes were on me, not because of my natural beauty.

At this moment, a woman swayed her body, carrying a wooden tray, and slowly walked out and placed it on the table near the door.

"Guest, this is the Dongpo pork and Mapo tofu you ordered."

"Please enjoy."

In an instant, Chang Sunying, who had a sharp nose since childhood, felt that her whole body was filled with something.