Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

It was as if the alley had been specially made to make room for them today. Even the snow outside some people's doors was not even cleaned up by a few people.

At the end of the alley, Zheng Youlai squinted his eyes and waved his hand to ask everyone to stop.

"We will arrive at the Lantian Marquis Mansion in a while. I will meet with the Lantian Marquis. You guys will follow me. We will bow first and then fight. If any of our people are found, we must be cautious and report to me first before taking other actions."

"If you meet a young lady, kidnap her immediately!"

Zheng Liwan is indescribable pain for the whole Zheng family in Xingyang. This woman is their pawn, and it is good to use it for transactions with Cen Wenwen.

It's a pity that Cen Wenwen is probably too old to be able to enjoy it. I wonder what else Zheng Liwan will use it for.

While Zheng Youlai was thinking about it, the dozen or so people behind him looked arrogant.

Nowadays, there are not many people who can walk around in Chang'an. Around the first year of Zhenguan, in the entire Chang'an, whether they were rogues or secretly rogues, they all died miserably.

At that time, a few people from the Zheng family in Xingyang remained, and they are among today's team.

"Did you hear anything?"

Zheng Youlai suddenly asked.

The man behind him was clearly standing in the snow, but he seemed to be hiding in the shadows: "Master, there seems to be some noise, but it's not very obvious."

"Did you hear it too? Hey, this Xinghuafang is different from our place. Xinghuafang is very dilapidated, but our place is still prosperous."

As a young man, Zheng Youlai naturally knew what Xinghuafang represented. Of course, people of his generation seemed to have different views on what Xinghuafang represented.

He calmly stretched out his hand from his sleeves and opened the folding fan. Although it was a bit inconsistent, especially in the cold weather, fanning was indeed a bit silly.

However, Zheng Youlai couldn't hold back his pride.

Soon, I will leave this place.

"Huh? The sound is getting closer."

"Master, that sound seems to be something rolling."

"Master, if we don't change the road, there is still another way to Lantian Marquis' Mansion."

Zheng Youlai was so high-spirited now that he could no longer hold anything in his eyes. He took a few steps and rushed forward quickly.

"I want this day...ah..."

Zheng Youlai is also a celebrity in the Golden Autumn Poetry Society. It is extremely easy for him to speak well. Standing at the intersection, facing the first snowfall of this year in Chang'an, he was extremely excited. When he was about to speak, he just said one sentence, and his eyes were already filled with white. Full, overflowing.

Boom...

The group of people froze on the spot, and the white breath coming out of their mouths seemed to have stopped at this moment.

"this……"

"hiss……"

"Master, he..."

Zheng Youlai's weak voice slowly came out from the gap in the wall: "Who is it... so big..."

At this time, the huge snowball was almost as tall as a person. In addition to the traces of snow wrapped up from the ground, it was extremely soft on the outside, but extremely hard on the inside.

Zheng Youlai was hit directly against the wall by something that suddenly appeared. The next moment, all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart.

"Pull me quickly..."

The wall is stable, and so is Zheng Youlai.

The snowball was also steady, and even when the cold wind blew, Zheng Youlai felt that there seemed to be some liquid flowing out from the place where his body was in contact with the snow tracks.

"Push this thing away quickly, bah bah bah..."

He was anxious. After his body comes into contact with the snow, the snow will melt soon. If the melted area freezes again, it will become ice and it will be very painful.

"Master, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry, I have never seen such a big snowball in my life!"

Zheng Youlai was now stuck in the middle, unable to move. He could only watch his servants struggling outside.

"Master, let me find a stick and break up this snowball!"

"Yes, I'll find a shovel and I can definitely split this snowball in two."

Zheng Youlai still had a bitter taste in his mouth, and he could feel the heat in his body draining away.

At this time, Da Zhuang was hiding behind a pillar in the alley. When he saw the snowball crushing someone, his face immediately became embarrassed.

"Yaya, the snowball is crushing someone."

Yaya rode on Da Zhuang's shoulders and said with a very serious face: "Brother Da Zhuang, it's okay. There are so many people over there who can definitely rescue him."

"Now, we must run quickly. If Aye knows that we used snowballs to suppress people, he will definitely be unhappy."

"If Aye is unhappy, our delicious food will be gone!"

As soon as he heard that it might affect his ability to eat delicious food, Da Zhuang reacted instantly and ran away with Yaya on his back.

Goudan chased after him crazily, cursing and swore, usually one was slower than the other, but now it was better, no one could escape.

Perhaps it was because the ground was too smooth. When Liu Xuan went out to find Da Zhuang and Yaya to eat, he happened to see Goudan step on the air, row out a few meters away, and use his face to brake.

Liu Xuan just pondered for a moment, and then smiled happily.

Goudan's bloodline seems to be extremely pure.

Lineage may be deceiving, but behavior is not.

Mutton and radish soup, as well as meat and vegetable boxes, are Yaya and Da Zhuang’s favorites.

Outside the door, Xue Rengui and Liu Renyuan were not there. They had more important things to do today. Liu Xuan knew that doing this so early would definitely make many people in the world curse, but now the matter of the glass factory could no longer be concealed.

Even the people in the temple asked Liu Renyuan every now and then whether there was a place in the Tang Dynasty that could mass-produce glass? Why are these exquisite glass pieces like a blowout?

Even if they were Hu merchants, they would only bring dozens or hundreds of pieces each time they went to the Tang Dynasty, and the total amount would be less than three or five hundred a year.

But at present, there are not a thousand, but eight hundred flowing out from Liu Xuan.

Even so, there are still many sold privately by Li Shimin, and some digested by the temple.

A heavy snow covered Chang'an City. The pedestrians in Chang'an City hurried their steps. While the snow stopped temporarily, they had to buy what they wanted as soon as possible.

When the heavy snow fell, they didn't have to go out, they just needed to enjoy the leisure time of winter quietly at home.

Of course, there are exceptions.

The children, with red faces, looked at the outside world through the crack of the door, and then looked back at their father's slap. They knew that they had to pay a price for freedom.

There were also some young men and women who met in the snow at this moment. They did not carry knives, nor did they need to play the sword. They did not bring their zithers, and there was no such elegant thing as playing the zither in the snow. That was a very cold thing and unnecessary.

Carriage, stove, wine, snacks, that was enough.