Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Liu Renyuan was a little confused, looking at the little guy in the basket, his eyes were almost full of stars.

On the one hand, he was confused, how could the Marquis like this kind of wolf cub?

No, this wolf cub doesn't look like a wolf, it looks a bit like a puppy.

On the other hand, this little guy is too cute, the little ears are erect, the big eyes are bright, and there is a proud light in the blue eyeballs, looking down on everything.

"Marquis, I'll carry it for you."

Liu Xuan smiled: "Okay."

Handing the basket to Liu Renyuan, Liu Xuan strode towards the Datang Hotel.

Today, the crowd outside the door has returned to normal.

Nowadays, people in Chang'an have only one attitude towards the Datang Hotel, and they yearn for it.

But today, there seems to be a new guest outside the door.

Putting the little guy in the backyard, Liu Xuan asked Liu Renyuan to wait outside.

The backyard of the Datang Hotel is not too big. The little guy struggled to climb out of the basket, stretched his chubby neck and looked up at the sky: "Awoo~"

Liu Xuan looked at the little Husky in front of him and was very satisfied.

I have heard that in ancient times, the distant Siberian people had intersections with the ancestors of the Chinese, but at that time, it was cold and the roads were dangerous, so there were not many intersections.

The Guligan people are basically on the northernmost side of the grassland. They have some intersections with the group of people living in the ice and snow plains in Siberia. It is normal to make some strange things, right?

"Just call it Goudan. Listen, this name is so powerful!"

The little guy tilted his head and pricked up his ears. It seems that he didn't understand what Liu Xuan said, but it seems that he understood.

"Goudan?"

"Wow!"

"Goudan!"

"Wow!"

Outside the Datang Hotel, there are many new guests among today's guests.

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang were the first to line up early in the morning, and they were always a little nervous. After all, there were many more women among the people behind them.

"Brother Yang, look at the woman over there, she is wearing a veil and looks a little tired. She looks like she hasn't woken up yet. Why do I think she looks familiar?"

Luo Wangu's square face, when he squinted his eyes, his nose seemed to have become longer, like a... Tibetan fox.

"Brother Luo, isn't that the courtesan of Zuihualou?"

"Shh...keep your voice down." Luo Wangu immediately couldn't close his mouth, "I really can't recognize her when she puts on clothes."

"Yes, yes, yes, just looking at her figure, she looks a little familiar."

The two of them were clearly standing in the first row, but their necks were stretched out to the back.

In the crowd, the veiled woman was followed by a maid. When the two lined up, the little maid's face was full of impatience.

"Miss, is this Datang Restaurant so magical? Why are so many people queuing here?"

"It's so cold, why don't we go back?"

"Miss, what delicious food do you want to eat? The dignitaries in Chang'an will surely deliver it to you."

The little maid pouted, as if she was a little disdainful of the behavior of queuing for food.

This is normal. In brothels, personal maids are all bought from the pawnshop, which is the treatment only the top girls in brothels can get.

Among them, there are some maids who are young and ignorant and don't understand the truth at all.

"Cui'er, you think too much."

"Some things have to be done by yourself. Men are unreliable."

The top girl of Zuihualou, Fuxiang, is the existence that countless young heroes and dignitaries flock to.

At this time, sighing, a trace of loneliness appeared on her face through the veil.

Being in a brothel, it seems prosperous, and many patrons are vying to embrace her.

But only the person involved, only Fuxiang herself, understands that now she is young and still beautiful, if one day, she is old and her beauty fades, let alone the food and drinks she likes, even if she looks at those former guests, they may feel unlucky.

Human feelings are so fickle.

"Miss, if you ask me, the young man yesterday must have been bragging. If there were such delicious food as gods, the people of Chang'an would have known it long ago."

Fuxiang shook her head. She knew about the Datang Restaurant from a young scholar. After drinking too much, the scholar's face was ruddy. He accidentally talked about the delicious food in Chang'an and mentioned the Datang Restaurant, but there seemed to be a sense of regret in his words.

Fuxiang yawned. On ordinary days, she would still be sleeping at this time.

In front of the team, several people who stood on tiptoe saw Liu Renyuan coming out, and their eyes were straight.

"Here he comes!"

Fuxiang was no exception. She trembled all over and her heart became more and more happy.

The so-called deliciousness does not count if others say it. Only when you eat it and taste it in your mouth, it is the real deliciousness.

She has had enough of the world of mortals. Can't she taste some delicious food to comfort her empty body?

"Huh? That's the courtesan of Fengyue Tower, Yuanyang!"

A cautious voice suddenly appeared in the crowd. The voice was not loud, but it was extremely harsh. In an instant, everyone's eyes followed the sound.

Fuxiang is no exception.

In Chang'an, the four courtesans are Fuxiang of Zuihua Tower, Yuanyang of Fengyue Tower, Ziyan of Nuanxiang Pavilion, and Luoyan of Jiaofangsi.

In the restless place of the crowd, there seemed to be other sounds coming from time to time.

"That's the sachet of Nuanxiang Pavilion. I am very familiar with this smell."

"Hiss... Not only the sachet, brother, I seem to see Miss Ziyan."

"Brother, you are still sharp-eyed. That is a woman I dare not think of in my life..."

Another exclamation came immediately.

"Luoyan, Luoyan, that is Luoyan! Luoyan with a unique singing voice!"

In an instant, the four most beautiful courtesans in Chang'an gathered together.

Liu Renyuan looked up at the crowd in front. When he heard these words, his face twitched twice.

In Chang'an, the four most beautiful courtesans belonged to different brothels. Among them, Luoyan belonged to the Jiaofangsi and was a little mysterious. The other three were the women that the dignitaries in Chang'an fought for with their eyes wide open.

On weekdays, the four most beautiful courtesans were in their own brothels, each for their own master. They were all rich overnight, and the people behind the brothels made a lot of money.

No one could have thought that they would gather together today.

They are all chickens on the branches, who is more noble than who?

The four people did not know each other, and when they looked at each other, they instantly became tense.

Liu Renyuan's mouth was drooling.

What a pity, the four girls are all wearing veils.

You really treat me, Liu Renyuan, as an outsider, right? You can't even take a glimpse of my beauty?

Don't worry, we'll be inside later. When you eat, won't you take off your veils?

The four courtesans, the four women looked at each other, and the air was instantly filled with the smell of powder, four different smells.

There was also the smell of gunpowder.

The men's eyes became even straighter.