Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Changsun Ying was still stunned when she was suddenly pushed away by Changsun Chong.

Changsun Chong seemed to be crazy, and rushed out with his legs between his legs, his hands covering his stomach, like a roasted shrimp.

Changsun Ying fell to the ground and suddenly found that her arm rubbed against the edge of the table, seeming to be in some pain, and she suddenly had a plan in mind.

Sikong Mansion was very lively today. In the afternoon, Changsun Wuji came back from outside. With an angry look on his face, he rushed towards Changsun Chong's room.

Without saying anything, he picked up the stick behind the door and greeted Changsun Chong.

At this time, Changsun Chong had just returned from outside. He had run three or five times at this time. He seemed to be exhausted. He was sweating all over his body. His face was pale and weak. He squatted in front of the table and trembled. Weiwei stretched out his right hand, wanting to drink a glass of water to calm his shock.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Zhang Sun Chong, who was exhausted, felt something hit him hard on his back before he could even turn his head.

A heartbreaking pain came from behind, and his whole body, which was already weak, felt like it was falling apart.

Struggling to turn his head, he saw Changsun Wuji's gloomy face and his squinting eyes: "You brat, how dare you hit your sister!"

Changsun Chong frowned in confusion, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it.

"No……"

"Your sister's arms are swollen!" Changsun Wuji dropped the stick in his hand again.

Changsun Chong still had the strength to dodge, and he didn't even scream out.

There seems to be something flowing in the body, and that torrent seems to be looking for a breakthrough.

Oops!

Changsun Chong secretly yelled something bad, and then tried to get up, but it was too late.

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"Have you heard that Changsun Chong was beaten to death by Changsun Wuji?" Cheng Yaojin seemed to be more knowledgeable about the news than the people in Changsun Wuji's family.

Niu Jinda looked at the Hu cake in his hand and suddenly couldn't eat it anymore.

The Hu Cake was originally a bit bland, but Cheng Yaojin added so much to it that the yellow Hu Cake had a strange taste no matter how you looked at it.

"You keep eating, don't worry, I just said it casually."

"You're talking about Changsun Wuji, too. He calls himself a civil servant, but look at him, he's so ruthless. I'm not even that ruthless like Lao Cheng."

"These scholars are still so ruthless!"

As soon as these words came out, Yuchi Gong spit out a sip of tea. He got up early today to do some work.

In the West Market, the tea shop outside the Datang Hotel has been renovated. Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi, Gongniu and Jinda directly spent money to buy the shop here, and they paid a high price.

"Lao Cheng, don't talk nonsense. People will come over in a while. Let's take a quick look and go back. It's freezing cold and our feet are numb."

The winter sun shone on the snow, dazzling it, and Yu Chigong felt that his eyes were a little blurry.

Xue Mozi was rolled up and rushed towards the street. At this time, Cheng Yaojin noticed that a familiar person appeared outside the Datang Hotel. This person was queuing up.

"Um, are they His Majesty and Li Jing?"

"Like..."

"That's right! They don't feel at ease at first sight. They took a break today and went out for a walk, but they didn't even call us brothers!"

After Cheng Yaojin and the three looked at each other, they decided to hide aside silently.

If Li Shimin found out that they had directly bought the shop here and were planning to open several teahouses, he would probably take action directly.

After all, it is really unscrupulous to steal the business of ordinary people.

At this moment, a young child appeared next to Cheng Yaojin, holding a pile of shiny snow balls in his hands.

"Dad, look at this!"

There seemed to be something floating on top of the snow. Cheng Yaojin frowned: "Chuxia, what are you doing?"

Cheng Yaojin really didn't understand.

Cheng Chuxia looked at Cheng Yaojin with a smile and a proud look on his face: "Dad, do you see there is a villain up there?"

On the palm-sized snow dumpling, there is a vaguely human figure and a long thatch.

"What is this?" Cheng Yaojin feels a little uncomfortable when you ask him to read. Sometimes it's a little difficult when you ask him to look at pictures.

The method used by the old Cheng family to draw pictures to convey messages is currently only understood by Cheng Yaojin, Cheng Chumo and Li Shimin in the entire Tang Dynasty.

This is a metaphysical existence that can only be understood after getting along day and night and understanding each other very well.

When Cheng Chuxia did this, Cheng Yaojin stroked his beard and began to think.

Cheng Chuxia said proudly: "Dad, this is the Fengxue Mountain Temple of Teacher Lin!"

In an instant, Cheng Yaojin suddenly realized.

"My son is smart! Hahaha, come on, Lao Niu, Lao Hei, look, my little son is really smart. He has been able to read since he was a child."

Niu Jinda and Yuchigong also have Water Margin stories in their homes, waiting for their children to read when they are old enough to read.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin's words, the two of them understood.

After all, reading is also a matter of talent, and the talent of the old Cheng family is obviously not very good.

But Liu Xuan's method seems to have changed everything.

"Cheng Chuxia, look at uncle, tell me, what is the first chapter of the Water Margin story about?"

Cheng Chuxia was not so active on weekdays. Looking at Niu Jinda, he was no longer timid at all.

Old Niu's appearance was a bit scary. At this moment, Cheng Chuxia was sweating profusely with excitement and jumping up and down: "Uncle Niu, I will tell you now..."

As a child, although he still couldn't write some words when he was writing and drawing on the ground, in the first chapter, he could already write many words. Although he looked a little coy, Cheng Yaojin I'm so happy now.

With such a high-spirited look, he almost announced to Datang that his son could read.

"Look, look, this is my son. He is so smart. He is only a few years old. He can read and write so many words. He has memorized so many books."

"Hehehe...hahaha..."

"Daddy will take you to eat delicious food later!"

Cheng Yaojin knew that his son resisted reading at first, but after Cheng Yaojin found someone to read the story to his young son for the first time, Cheng Chuxia went crazy and started trying to have someone read it to him. This is the second time.

However, Cheng Yaojin threw the book directly to him at this time. You can ask for words you don't know, but you must learn them yourself.

In other words, according to Lao Cheng's meaning, a child of several years old must now forcefully chew a book.

For anyone who can't read, this would be impossible.

However, Liu Xuan knew that teenagers, especially children, once they become interested in something, they will be immersed in it without any distractions. Reading is also a matter of course.