Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Li Gang felt at ease when he saw Liu Xuan.

He couldn't tell why he felt at ease. His years of experience and his eyes that could see through people's hearts made Li Gang full of expectations for Liu Xuan.

"Liu Xuan, how about I give you a topic and you write a poem?"

Liu Xuan was a little unhappy when he heard this.

You limit the topic?

Although I, Liu Xuan, can recite the 300 Tang poems by heart, the problem is, what if you have the topic and I don't have it?

Although the essence of the past 5,000 years is in my mind, the problem is, who knows if you, an old man, will come up with some tricky topics?

"Old sir, writing poetry is not like treating someone to a meal, eating, drinking, defecating, how can it be that easy."

Li Gang raised his mouth: "I saw that you wrote poetry for money before, it was very simple, are you lying to me?"

Liu Xuan smiled and picked up a piece of fish for the old man: "Try this fish, the meat is relatively soft and melts in your mouth."

Li Gang was relentless: "Liu Xuan, I heard you say that writing poetry is not difficult, but you said it is not that easy."

"What do you mean?"

Liu Xuan was not in a hurry, and said calmly: "In fact, writing poetry is nothing more than putting some words together."

As soon as these words came out, Li Gang's head was buzzing, and his beard was about to stand up.

"Rather than writing poetry, it's better to say that it's like building a wall, just like Da Zhuang building a wall. This brick fits in, so put it here."

Li Shimin had put down his chopsticks at this time. This was the first time he heard this statement.

Not to mention that Li Shimin heard it for the first time, Li Gang, as a great scholar and well-read, also heard it for the first time.

"How can it be like this? Liu Xuan, are you talking nonsense?" Li Shimin raised his eyebrows, obviously, he thought Liu Xuan was joking.

And this joke has been going on for a while, it's not good if it's too hot.

After all, in front of Li Gang, you still have to restrain yourself.

Before Liu Xuan spoke, Li Gang interrupted.

How can the old man still interrupt at such an old age.

"He is not talking nonsense!"

"Liu Xuan, you must tell the truth today!"

Li Gang was serious.

Liu Xuan smiled faintly: "Da Zhuang, come here."

Da Zhuang, with a hand full of mud and a puzzled look on his face, walked over from his own spiritual courtyard awkwardly, as if he felt very uncomfortable being interrupted.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Da Zhuang, come and write a poem."

As soon as Liu Xuan finished speaking, Da Zhuang scratched his head directly.

"Poetry? What is poetry? Is it a new way to build a wall?"

Li Jing couldn't hold back his laughter, and made a "kukuku" sound, shaking all over.

Li Shimin couldn't hold back his smile at this moment, and turned his head to look at the eaves not far away. The carvings on the eaves were really good, and it was worthy of being the place where the Duke of the previous dynasty lived... Oh, it's not carvings, it's bird shit... This bird shit is really good...

Li Gang's eyes had a trace of seriousness.

At this time, Liu Xuan said with a smile: "Da Zhuang, poetry is a direction of speaking. Five words, what do you want to say most?"

Da Zhuang scratched his head and counted on his fingers: "Five words, too few, I can say a lot, young master!"

"In spring, I woke up with a kick and it was dawn, hehe."

After Da Zhuang finished speaking, Liu Xuan nodded: "Then, what did you hear? What did you think of?"

Da Zhuang began to scratch his head again. He had long forgotten what spring looked like.

"Spring, ants come out in spring."

"Yes, besides ants, what else is there?"

"Birds are singing, birds are singing everywhere."

"What's on the ground?"

"Petals...it's raining."

Under Liu Xuan's guidance, it's very fast!

Da Zhuang entered the state, talking nonstop, and he said more than a dozen images that he could say. Li Gang frowned at this moment, thinking, is it really possible?

Liu Xuan smiled and patted Da Zhuang's shoulder: "Look, in spring, when you wake up from a nap, it's already dawn. We use spring sleep, and we don't even know it's dawn when we wake up, that is, we don't feel the dawn."

"Okay, okay." Da Zhuang nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, young master, that's what I mean."

"You can hear birds singing everywhere...everywhere is not good, Da Zhuang, you should change to another place."

Da Zhuang's eyes were full of stars.

"Hear, that is, smell. Bird calls are not elegant enough, use birdsong."

Da Zhuang nodded and scratched his fingers bit by bit: "Spring sleep, do not know the dawn, everywhere hear birdsong..."

Li Gang's head hurt a little.

Until he heard those two sentences: The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen.

At this moment, Li Gang picked up the chopsticks and ate in silence.

What poetry, what literature, are all bullshit.

Look at this silly person, he can actually write poetry. In Liu Xuan's mouth, writing poetry is like building a wall and piling tiles. What's the point?

Where is the elegance? Where is the profound meaning? Where is the literature to carry the truth?

There is no truth at all!

Liu Xuan seemed to be unsatisfied. After a few more poems, Li Gang completely buried his head in the rice bowl.

Li Shimin and Li Jing were even more silent. At this time, no one should think of offending them.

Yaya brought Goudan, like a general with his soldiers, and walked in with a swagger from outside, with a serious face, inspecting every corner of the house.

When she came to Li Gang, Yaya suddenly said: "Grandpa, who bullied you? Why are you crying?"

……

"Did Mr. Li Gang really cry?"

Empress Changsun's gossiping heart was burning, and her eyes were full of excitement.

In the East Palace, it was very boring and boring. If there was such a big gossip to talk about, it would be a great thing.

"That's right, am I the kind of person who lies?"

Empress Changsun rubbed her hands: "What did you say later? Did Mr. Li Gang say anything?"

Li Shimin smiled triumphantly, and then sighed: "Guanyin, I feel a little sore in this shoulder."

Empress Changsun was quick-witted and immediately put her hand on Li Shimin's shoulder, kneading it gently, with a smile on her face and anxious in her heart.

Satisfied Li Shimin slowly spoke: "Mr. Li Gang cried bitterly, pointed at Liu Xuan, his mouth trembled, and he didn't say a word for a long time."

"Ah? Impossible! Mr. Li Gang is old, he may not be able to bear it."

Empress Changsun knew that there must be something behind it.

Li Shimin smiled mysteriously and waved his hand.

Empress Changsun understood, and leaned over slightly.

"Mr. Li Gang scolded Liu Xuan, saying that he didn't want to live anymore because you made the affairs of a scholar like a craftsman."

Empress Changsun was pale, and Li Shimin laughed.

"Mr. Li Gang must be fine, just a little sad."

"But he didn't get nothing, he ate delicious food and got a goddaughter, how nice."