Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

"What's your name, young lady?"

Chang Sunying, who was skilled in chopping wood, was chopping wood happily when she suddenly heard this voice.

Tilting her head, she saw the enviable girl.

Especially when the girl leaned down, Chang Sunying felt her face flushed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

There was no way. Some people couldn't unlock the talent of pride at the end, while others had a rich land at a young age.

"My name is Chang Sunying."

"My name is Qin Ruyu."

Liu Xuan, who was preparing today's dishes, suddenly felt that the yard was quiet, and there seemed to be some whispering sounds, and some giggles came from time to time.

This is very wrong.

Looking outside, he saw Chang Sunying and Qin Ruyu sitting by the well at this moment, the two of them lowered their heads and seemed to say something in their ears.

You two are not afraid of danger. If you get excited, laugh out loud, and lean back, no one can save you.

…

In the main hall of the Datang Hotel, Fang Yiyu was full and the lunch box in front of her was also full of dishes. However, the only regret was that she had not seen Liu Xuan yet.

“Where is your shopkeeper? Why doesn’t he come out?”

The maid next to her bowed and said, “Miss, the shopkeeper is in the back. There are many people at the moment and he is busy. Sorry.”

Fang Yiyu felt a little unhappy. Obviously, the food was mouth-watering and made people feel comfortable all over, but she couldn’t see Liu Xuan. No matter how much she ate, she always felt empty in her heart.

Or, I would go to see him myself?

…

At noon, outside the Marquis’ Mansion, Xue Rengui came back excitedly.

Behind him was a man with ordinary clothes but a ruddy face.

As soon as the two entered the door, Dazhuang saw them.

“Xue Rengui, will you wrestle with me?”

Dazhuang’s honest voice came, and Xue Rengui’s footsteps were as fast as the wind.

A man who is as fast as the wind may not be running fast, but he is scared.

Xue Rengui boasts that he is strong, but he has to consider it when facing Da Zhuang. Since Da Zhuang threw him up and hung him on a tree last time, Xue Rengui has made up his mind not to spar with Da Zhuang casually.

"Da Zhuang, look at that box. That's what the Marquis made for you."

Da Zhuang, who had just shown a look of disappointment, suddenly shuddered and rushed into the huge box.

The blacksmith in front of the box was completely stunned.

He felt a small mountain pressing down on him, and in despair, he closed his eyes.

He thought it was a mountain pressing down on him, but for a long time, the mountain did not seem to press down.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the young man like a mountain, holding the hammer he made in his hand, drooling with excitement.

At this time, Da Zhuang looked at the hammer and felt restless.

He kept looking outside, as if waiting for someone to come back.

Xue Rengui hid in the corner: "Da Zhuang, don't you try?"

Da Zhuang shook his head: "I'll wait for the young master to come back."

Xue Rengui let out a long sigh. If Da Zhuang messed up, he might tear down the mansion.

Da Zhuang held the hammer and squatted on the stone steps outside the mansion, holding his head and looking at the direction of the West Market.

The alley outside the door was sparsely populated. Although it was a prosperous place in Xinghuafang, many dignitaries lived there, so naturally everyone passing by had to be strictly checked.

Suddenly, Da Zhuang's eyes lit up. He noticed that a carriage was coming towards the mansion.

After a moment, the excitement in his eyes turned into disappointment.

It was not Liu Xuan who got off the carriage, but three dark-skinned men.

"Eh? Isn't this Da Zhuang?"

"What's going on? Why are you squatting at the door? This hammer looks good. Let your uncle play with it... Ouch..."

...

When Liu Xuan came back, he saw Niu Jinda holding his waist and sighing as soon as he entered the door.

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong were holding back their evil smiles and drooling at Dazhuang.

Why does this scene look so scary?

Dazhuang got excited when he saw Liu Xuan coming back: "Master, look, I can play with the hammer!"

Liu Xuan looked closely and saw the carefully crafted meteorite hammer. The pattern on the hammer was very familiar, shining with cold light under the sun.

It was obviously a piece of black iron, but now it turned into silver-white, dazzling.

Dazhuang raised his arm slightly, and the hammer moved in response.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The whole yard was full of vigor and vitality. Dazhuang's body kept shaking, and the hammer flew up and down, left up, right down, and then turned lightly...

Liu Xuan found that Dazhuang was really excited.

"Not bad, not bad, you have fun."

"Old Niu, what's wrong with you?"

Niu Jinda sat on a chair with a cushion behind his back, rolling his eyes uncomfortably.

Cheng Yaojin suppressed his laughter: "Old Niu has suddenly become so curious. You can't stop him if he insists on taking Dazhuang's hammer."

"Can he lift such a heavy hammer? That thing is too heavy for him to hold."

Cheng Yaojin laughed as he spoke.

Liu Xuan was speechless. He looked at Niu Jinda's waist and found that there seemed to be no major problem. He just sprained his waist. He was relieved.

Yuchi Gong was relatively calm, but his body was a little stiff when he stood up.

"Lao Cheng, aren't you all going to try this hammer?"

Although this hammer is not big in size, it is really heavy in weight, at least more than two hundred kilograms.

When Da Zhuang is picked up, he is very powerful. That's because he is Da Zhuang.

"Ahem, Brother Liu Xuan, see through it but don't tell it. We are here to help you."

In line with the principle that work should not be done alone, Cheng Yaojin directly invited several brothers.

"It's okay, anyway, what we do is delicate work, it doesn't take much effort..."

…

Three days later, a huge square plate was placed in front of Liu Xuan. The plate was uneven. The concave places were on the same horizontal line, and the convex places were also on the same horizontal line.

If you take a closer look, the densely packed things look like hundreds or even thousands of seals.

Liu Xuan smiled and lightly smeared the front with an ink brush.

Some charcoal powder was added to these inks in an attempt to make the entire ink thicker.

After applying it a few times, Liu Xuan took a deep breath. Without the ink of later generations, we can still print things.

The rice paper in front of him was already laid out. Liu Xuan picked up the square board, turned it upside down, and then pressed it gently.

After a moment, Liu Xuan smelled the contact between ink and paper.

When the board was picked up, the lines of small words on the rice paper were extremely clear.