Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Cheng Yaojin was stunned. He really had to work?

Just work. It was just carving words.

When he thought of this craft, Cheng Yaojin's face lit up unconsciously. Back then, Cheng was also famous for his ingenuity. In addition to his talent as a cook, there was an old man chasing him every day, wanting to take him as an apprentice, saying that the skill of carving tombstones must not be lost.

Cheng Yaojin also studied with him for three months.

Although he still doesn't recognize many words now, Cheng Yaojin can carve according to the words. It doesn't matter whether he recognizes them or not. The main thing is that this craft that has not been used for many years seems to be still hot now.

If it is not used again, it will get old.

"Brother Liu Xuan, you finally found the right person."

Cheng Yaojin put his hands on his waist and smiled mysteriously: "Do you know what I did before?"

Liu Xuan was stunned by Cheng Yaojin's sudden strong self-confidence. This kind of self-confidence is generally only in the field of one's expertise.

Isn't fighting a war the area that Cheng Yaojin is good at?

"Old Cheng, what did you do before?"

Cheng Yaojin smiled proudly: "You may not believe it, I learned to carve tombstones from my master for a few days."

"Although I haven't carved such small characters before, it looks the same!"

Cheng Yaojin grinned and became excited.

When carving tombstones, you just need to follow the characters on them.

But the small characters in front of Liu Xuan are different.

If they are too small, you can't use them at all... No, it's very challenging.

"Brother Liu Xuan, don't look at the small characters, and don't say that we, Old Cheng, don't know many characters."

"I was also a good carver in the surrounding area. At that time, people who asked me to carve characters were all lining up."

Liu Xuan felt something was wrong when he heard this.

"Old Cheng, so many people died in the surrounding area?"

Cheng Yaojin blushed.

Liu Xuan smiled, and suddenly remembered something, and walked towards the place where the fire was burning.

There were clay figurines in there, and the words had to be engraved on them.

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The next morning, Liu Xuan opened the door, full of energy.

Cheng Yaojin's eyes were red, and he was tired all over, but his face was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Brother Liu Xuan, this is a good job!"

"If there are such good things in the future, you must call me."

"I will do it for you even if I don't ask for money."

Liu Xuan bowed to Cheng Yaojin and smiled: "Old Cheng, don't say anything more. After this thing is made, you will also become famous."

"I think all the literati in the world should remember your name."

The first edition of this movable type printing was naturally engraved according to the words needed for the Water Margin story. Although the words were written by Liu Xuan, they could not withstand Cheng Yaojin's strong engraving.

After wasting about a hundred clay figurines last night, Cheng Yaojin finally completed the task reluctantly.

Liu Xuan sometimes looked at the words printed on that thing and was puzzled.

I didn't write like this, did I?

Forget it, just use the first batch.

Maybe some young calligraphers can learn some secrets from this printed text.

Liu Xuan packed up and prepared to go to the Datang Hotel. There seemed to be a lot of new guests in the Datang Hotel these two days.

Liu Renyuan followed Liu Xuan with a swagger, his face full of pride.

"My Lord, when can I go to the temple again?"

Going to the temple means money is coming.

Those are all colored glaze. The colored glaze used to be so valuable in Chang'an. No need to say more, right?

"You, don't always think about going to the Jialan Temple to cause trouble."

"Let them take a breath and go again in a few days."

"It doesn't hurt every time. It's better to do it more often than to kill yourself at once, right?"

Liu Renyuan scratched his head.

"My Lord, look over there!"

Liu Renyuan, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed his face and pointed to the end of the street not far ahead.

At the entrance of the West Market, a man with a red face was lying on the ground, twitching.

Liu Xuan glanced over and was suddenly stunned.

Isn't that Qin Qiong?

"Liu Renyuan, make way, that's Lao Qin!"

When he heard the word Lao Qin, Liu Renyuan quickly reacted, that was General Qin.

Liu Renyuan strode and made way, rushing forward like a wild bull, quickly opening up a smooth path in front of Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan's feet were like the wind, and he arrived in front of Qin Qiong in a few steps.

At this time, Qin Qiong was lying on the ground, his face was a little red, even a little blue.

"Lao Qin, what's going on?"

Qin Qiong's chest was heaving at this moment, and his breathing was very even, but the problem was that his face was red, what was going on?

Qin Qiong was trembling, trembling and struggling, waving his hands at Liu Xuan, and after an unknown period of time, he finally let out a long breath.

His whole body shook for no reason, as if he had a shiver.

"Ah... um... ah..."

Qin Qiong uttered strange chants: "Mr. Liu Xuan, I was in so much pain just now."

Liu Xuan frowned, and Liu Renyuan was even more curious.

"Old Qin, what's going on? Isn't it a relapse of an old illness? Haven't you been exercising well recently?"

Qin Qiong immediately shook his head: "Mr. Liu Xuan, you told me to exercise every day. I, Old Qin, am a life-threatening person. How could I forget?"

"Just now...just now..."

As he spoke, Qin Qiong's face turned red again, and even his neck was red.

Those who didn't know would think that Qin Qiong had turned into a monkey's butt.

"Just now, when I was walking, I kicked the corner of this stone pillar."

Liu Renyuan was confused. What happened? Isn't it normal to kick your feet when walking?

We ordinary people have been bumping into things since we were young.

"I kicked my little toe."

After Qin Qiong finished speaking, Liu Renyuan took a breath of cold air.

Even the iron man couldn't help but be moved at this moment.

Liu Xuan even laughed out loud.

No matter how invincible you are among thousands of troops, you are afraid of getting your little toe kicked.

If you don't believe me, go to a corner and try this feeling?

After Qin Qiong recovered, he got up and pulled Liu Xuan's arm: "These days, I miss the delicious food of the master very much."

Liu Xuan patted Qin Qiong's shoulder: "Oh? It seems that you have been busy during this period?"

Qin Qiong nodded and smiled with relief: "My son was a little disappointing before, always suppressed by his wife at home. Now it's good. My son is proud and upright. Old Qin is happy."

Liu Xuan was embarrassed for a moment.

Could it be that Qin Huaiyu has been standing up at home recently and has become the head of the family?

Come to think of it, it's not easy to be Li Shimin's son-in-law. Those princesses have inherited Li Shimin's pride.

"Hey, it's strange to say, I don't know what kind of master my son met. He was frowning when he went out, and he changed after he came back."