Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

In the system, Liu Xuan opened the shop panel.

"Chicken feet, three cents per pound."

The same price as chicken? No wonder, they are all from chickens, and chicken feet are also chickens!

It's time to earn ninety-nine cents with tears again.

"Pork tenderloin, five cents per pound."

This is the same price as pork.

After buying side dishes and adding the necessary condiments, Liu Xuan began to cut meat.

The bright kitchen knife, facing pork, is as cold as winter. In two or three strokes, the tenderloin instantly became small pieces. Then Liu Xuan stood up and took a deep breath.

After a while, the tenderloin had become shredded meat, and then placed it on a plate beside it, sprinkled with salt, white pepper, egg white, and ginger juice, and marinated it.

Today's new dishes appear, I don't know how many people will fight for it, so I have to prepare more ingredients.

Outside the door, the menu has begun to be delivered.

The entire Datang Restaurant, in this late autumn morning, became lively.

In the Datang Restaurant, the eyes of the new guests were all wide open.

Looking at the menus, they suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the Datang Restaurant only existed in legends.

Every day, they only heard people talk about it, but few people had actually eaten it.

The price of the dishes was indeed a bit outrageous, far from the original.

Among the first batch of more than 20 people who came in, there were only three or five old guests such as Yang Liufang and Luo Wangu, who had already thought about what to eat today.

Suddenly, Yang Liufang noticed that Liu Renyuan was holding two new wooden signs and hanging them in the main hall.

"Oh? New dishes?"

"Order dishes, order dishes, sweet and sour pork tenderloin? It sounds good."

"What is that five-spice chicken feet? Why haven't we heard of it?"

The maid waiting for the order covered her mouth and laughed, and the corners of her mouth were almost up to her ears.

It's not that these two people are funny, but mainly because of their looks, coupled with their behavior and conversation, which makes people laugh no matter how they look at it.

"Girl, hurry up and order the dishes. We are both hungry. If we can't hold on to the wall and leave, it would be the greatest disrespect to the delicious food of the Tang Dynasty Restaurant!"

As soon as Luo Wangu said this, the new guests in the main hall gasped.

Since we are here, we should make the best of it. Let's eat, even if it is expensive!

"Order dishes. I want boiled fish, braised lamb, Dongpo pork, and a hot and sour soup..."

"I want fried eggs with tomatoes, mapo tofu..."

For a while, the sound of ordering dishes continued to ring.

The people queuing outside the door are the most uncomfortable now. When they heard the sound of new dishes inside, they almost jumped up.

"We are lucky today. There are new dishes as soon as we arrive."

"Have you heard that the owner of this Tang Dynasty Restaurant is the current Marquis of Lantian? How can a marquis cook? Have we come to the wrong place?"

As soon as this person spoke, the new guests beside him also murmured.

They had long heard of some chaos in the officialdom, such as when an official liked something, a bunch of people would start to flatter him.

If the official liked to write, some people would spend a lot of money to ask for his calligraphy, even if the official's handwriting was as bad as a pile of dog shit, some people would be happy to accept it.

Some officials liked to play with antiques, so naturally someone would send antiques to them. When the officials wanted money, they would take out some worthless things from home, such as street stall goods, and some people would buy them directly at a high price. They called it a literary atmosphere.

They looked at the sign of the Datang Restaurant with fear in their eyes, and they were a little bit worried in their hearts.

What if this is also used by the current Marquis of Lantian...

We are all ordinary people, and we dare not say anything if it is not delicious.

Looking left and right, it seems that it is not too outrageous. The courtesan is looking for the marquis. Is there something important? Is it to redeem herself and give gifts?

"Forget it, why think so much."

"Since we are here, no matter whether it tastes good or not, no matter what the price is, we have to taste it. Otherwise, people will always talk about it in front of us, which will make us uncomfortable."

"Yes, yes, yes... Brother is absolutely right."

The four courtesans seemed to be treated coldly at this time.

Beside Fuxiang, the little maid pouted.

"Miss, wherever I go, there are always a group of stinky men around me. What's wrong with them today?"

The little maid was very embarrassed. She was not happy when there were more people around her on weekdays, but she was not happy when no one was around to flatter her.

As a person of the lower class, she is so picky. I don't know where she learned this bad habit.

Fuxiang's eyes flickered at this time, and she looked at it very openly.

It was just a show, and it was hard to tell whether it was true or false. Those people were just trying to get close to her, so they should not be taken seriously.

Being ignored at this time, Fuxiang felt unusually comfortable.

She became more and more interested in the Datang Hotel.

It is said that the owner of the Datang Restaurant is the Marquis of Lantian in the Datang Dynasty, a strange man.

If he is not a strange man, how can a lustful man not like beautiful women but delicious food?

This is unreasonable.

"Cui'er, don't say too much. It is also a good feeling that no one cares about it."

Yuanyang is not like that.

After all, she is young, looking at the sign of the Datang Restaurant angrily, and began to sulk, with contempt in her eyes.

But when she heard that the owner of the Datang Restaurant is the current Marquis of Lantian in the Datang Dynasty, her face changed instantly.

Zi Yan's cold face also melted.

Do you think it was this delicious dish that melted her? Or the name of the Marquis of Lantian that melted her?

I don't know.

What these women desire most is to have a man of extraordinary origin to redeem them and take them back as concubines.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the Tang Dynasty Restaurant.

"Great!"

"This money is worth it!"

Then there was a sound of crazy eating. Those people who had been pretending before had forgotten their modesty.

What is modesty? Can it be eaten as a meal?

Egg fried rice is very simple, but the chubby guest ate it very sweetly, as if he had never eaten in his previous life and had been hungry for thirty years in this life.

His fat body trembled, and the egg fried rice in front of him was quickly pulled into the abyss.

"Another serving!"

Fuxiang was at the front, and when he looked closely, he licked the plate clean.

Slurp...

The aroma of the food and the sound of people eating frantically mixed with the dew in late autumn, and mist was lingering at the junction of the entire West Market and Liquanfang.

I don’t know how long it took, or how long the people behind me urged me, but it was finally the turn of the four courtesans.

Coincidentally, they were still sitting at the same table.

No one cared why the men were attracted by the food and stopped looking at them.

After all, they themselves now understood one thing, if they were men, they would do the same.

What are you looking at women for? Can women eat?

Looking at the wooden sign, Fuxiang spoke first.

“Braised chicken, five-spice chicken feet, rice.”

The maid in charge of ordering nodded: “Sincerely, five hundred coins.”

Hiss…

Fuxiang suddenly noticed that five-spice chicken feet cost two hundred coins per serving.

Braised chicken, three hundred coins per serving.