Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

In Chang'an, snow foam was everywhere, especially at night.

Outside the Lantian Marquis's Mansion, the carriage slowly left. Inside the carriage, Cheng Chuxia, wearing a thick robe, poked his head out and waved to Liu Xuan.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Cheng Chuxia is considered silly at this age. He can't even recognize many words. What kind of genius are you?

But in Liu Xuan's eyes, it's different. ❈

Some people are born to be different from ordinary people. That is the road destined by God for him. It is a Chenghua Avenue, a real avenue!

Ordinary people in the world have all kinds of ways to have fun, but people like them don't need it.

Cheng Chuxia was still muttering those beautiful symbols until he left.

The carriage reached the end and passed by a dark carriage. In the dark carriage, the driver was hidden in the ink color. A solitary lamp was lit. Under the light, it was vaguely seen that the driver had a calm face and his eyes were like lightning.

When the people from Cheng Yaojin's family came to pick him up, they immediately lowered their eyebrows and became pleasing to the eye. Apart from other things, the specifications of the carriage alone were not ordinary.

In the black carriage, Li Chenggan breathed carefully. It was not that he was troubled by the fact that he had left the palace privately, nor was it that he was afraid that Li Shimin would know.

The main reason was that Li Chenggan was still quite nervous now. The reason for his nervousness was that he vaguely felt that his foot injury, which had troubled him for many years, seemed to have a solution.

Many famous doctors once said that this disease could not be cured. According to Li Yuan's words, there should be a glimmer of hope.

For this matter, he visited Qin Qiong today and learned about Liu Xuan's medical skills from Qin Qiong. Qin Qiong specifically explained that he could be said to be the grandson of Mr. Li, but not the son of Mr. Li. If he had to say his name, he would be called Li Gan.

Although Li Chenggan did not understand why everything had to be concealed in front of Liu Xuan, at this time, he had no time to care.

The youngest marquis of the Tang Dynasty, the Marquis of Lantian, who was suddenly conferred by his father, is a different existence in the court and in the harem.

Some people say that the Marquis of Lantian is well-educated, knows astronomy and geography, and is omnipotent.

Some people say that the Marquis of Lantian is the one that your majesty uses to deal with the aristocratic families. When the scholars of the world see that the Marquis of Lantian has risen to the sky in one step, from a commoner to a prince of the Tang Dynasty, they must be inspired in their hearts, which is in line with your majesty's plan to recruit talents.

Others say that this Marquis of Lantian Liuxuan is a cook who cooks well and is slick, and your majesty has been deceived.

Some people even say that the Marquis of Lantian Liuxuan knows sorcery.

Li Chenggan didn't know which one was true. His heart was in chaos. There seemed to be countless different voices in front of him asking him: Do you know the Marquis of Lantian Liuxuan?

Such pressure made him a little nervous.

In the past years, whenever something happened, people around him would always say something. The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Li Chenggan was always a little uneasy.

The world's major events are as trivial as cow hair. Whether it is military and political affairs or trivial matters in the folk, from top to bottom, there are mysteries in every layer.

A prince must learn these from a young age. He took a deep breath and asked, "Have you arrived?"

"Your Highness, we have arrived."

"Then why don't you say it?"

"Your Highness, your breathing is unstable, and I dare not say it."

Li Chenggan nodded. This is the guard given to him by his father. He was once a good soldier in the army. There is no problem taking him out, even if it is a private visit.

Chang'an is so big, the public security is still good.

The door of Lantian Marquis's Mansion was open, and two men stood outside the door, one holding a strange thing in his hand and sucking it.

It was less than an hour after the night fell, and the people of the Tang Dynasty generally began to fall asleep at this time.

Along the way, I don't know how many mansions have dimmed their lights.

Only the homes of the wealthy families have bright lights, as if they are still prosperous and dreamy under the night.

Li Chenggan took a deep breath, stepped on the fine snow that had just accumulated, and walked towards the Lantian Marquis's Mansion.

The two men outside the door were Zhao Dayou and Qian Bulai.

They are on duty tonight.

"The roujiamo is still fragrant. The marquis is the best cook I have ever seen."

"Hehe, you are lucky to have this blessing. Don't say it, it will be cold in a while. Hiss... It smells so good..."

The two of them sucked the gravy in the roujiamo. This is their habit of eating roujiamo. In each roujiamo, the fat and lean meat seems to have green onions and garlic, and some gravy flows in it. The paper can't cover it. If you don't suck a few mouthfuls, it may flow out and flow into your hands, wasting it.

Isn't that a pity?

The most delicious thing in the world, for them, is this Roujiamo.

A mouthful of gravy entered his mouth, and in an instant, Zhao Dayou let out a long breath of satisfaction. The taste in his mouth, with a stream of flowing oil, hit his taste buds. The garlic paste and the spicy thing called chili stimulated his tongue, making him feel indescribably comfortable all over his body.

"Well, it's great, if I could eat it every day."

Zhao Dayou sighed.

Qian Bulai smiled and said, "Don't say, if we go to the factory, we should be able to eat it every day."

Qian Bulai's eyes were full of excitement: "I heard from my brothers that the Marquis is recruiting craftsmen to do something big. The glass factory is no longer visible to ordinary people."

"People who sell glass in Chang'an are crazy now. Do you know how much their glass cost before? Dozens or hundreds of strings of coins, but now they are only worth a few strings of coins."

"The glass from our glass factory is only worth one string of coins. I heard from General Liu that it will be reduced later. The Marquis doesn't want to make money from the people, he wants to make money from the rich."

Zhao Dayou is a laborer. He usually doesn't pay attention to these things. Suddenly, when Qian Bulai said this, his face was puzzled: "Tell me, old Qian, why didn't you open your mind before? That's right, otherwise why did you call Qian Bulai?"

At this moment, the two suddenly became alert, because they heard footsteps.

The wind was very strong tonight. The two hid in the dark to avoid the wind and snow. Naturally, they couldn't see the situation outside the Marquis's mansion. Of course, no one would appear outside the Marquis's mansion at night, except for those nobles.

The sudden appearance of the young man made the two forget about the Roujiamo in their mouths.

"Who is it!"

When there is meat and juice in the mouth, the speech is always unclear.

Li Chenggan looked at the two people and frowned: "Are you two from the Jinwu Guard?"

"I have something to ask Lantian Hou tonight, you go and inform him that Mr. Li's grandson is here."