Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

In the carriage, before the box was opened, a pungent smell began to spread slowly.

Changsun Wuji suddenly woke up, his eyes widened, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this moment, he was panicked.

Just now in his dream, he dreamed that he was walking non-stop in the spring fields, with crops towering into the sky in front of him, and the voices of women like silver bells coming from the crops. He didn't know why the crops in spring were as high as a three-story attic, and he didn't know why there were people laughing inside, but Changsun Wuji was very excited. He vaguely heard a voice: Spring is here, and it's time for all things to revive...

At that moment, he suddenly felt uncomfortable, and when he looked down, he found that he had stepped on the cow dung piled at the end of the field, and the smell was overwhelming. ❂

When he woke up, he subconsciously looked at his feet and found that he was sitting in a sedan chair. Changsun Wuji let out a long breath, and then finally understood why there was cow dung in his dream.

This smell is very strange. In front of him, there is a lunch box, which should be the new dish of the day.

"Master, stinky tofu, this is the new dish of the day."

Lai Fu said with a smile: "Master, do you want to try it first?"

Chang Sun Wuji thought for a while: "Why don't you go inside and call the young lady out to eat together?"

"Ying'er, this guy always goes out mysteriously. In fact, your father has known that you are in the Datang Restaurant for a long time, and you also know that you are chopping wood inside."

Chang Sun Wuji sighed helplessly.

There are not many people in this world who can make my daughter chop wood.

Thinking of this, Chang Sun Wuji waved his hand again, "Forget it, you go to the West Market to find the doctor, I will wait for you here."

After Chang Sun Wuji finished speaking, he put the lunch box in the space under his buttocks. Under the couch on the carriage is empty and can be used to store things.

At the same time, the curtain was lifted. As long as the wind blows, there will be no problem with the smell.

At this time, in the Datang Restaurant, Li Chenggan burped several times: "Grandpa, I really can't eat anymore."

Li Yuan waved his hand: "Chenggan, look at your cowardly look. When your grandfather was your age, I could eat several large bowls of food in one meal, and I could also have a few Hu pancakes, and I would just drink a sip of cold water in between. Look at you, how many dishes are there?"

Li Yuan's words were somewhat fabricated and boastful, but Li Chenggan's look showed that he believed it.

"Remember, although Erlang's position must be passed to the prince, it must also be passed to someone with good character. When you go out, you must be cautious about the news and pay attention to your words and deeds."

Li Chenggan was speechless. It's not that you said all these good and bad things. I ate three plates of stinky tofu today, you ate one plate, drank the soup happily, and left a lot of unfinished food, and you asked me to finish it?

I am a god, and I don't have such a big stomach, right?

For a moment, Li Chenggan was entangled, and suddenly he had an idea: "Grandpa, I can't finish it myself, and you can't finish it either. Why don't we take it back for others to eat? Father and mother haven't eaten it yet."

Li Yuan was stunned, then nodded, and then regretted it.

Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun are currently the most powerful people in the Tang Dynasty. They are extremely strict with their diet on weekdays. What does it mean for you to take leftovers back now?

But looking at Li Chenggan's bulging belly, Li Yuan couldn't bear it: "Hey. Forget it, you guy, you can't even eat a little, how can you eat such a big world?"

Li Chenggan wanted to cry but had no tears. These are two different things, right? Is there any relationship between eating and inheriting the world?

If eating more can win the world, then Uncle Cheng is the most powerful person in the whole court, and he should be the emperor.

"Take away five more stinky tofu." Li Yuan waved his hand, took out another coin and put it on the table.

In the past, Li Yuan used gold to spend money. After all, it was cost-effective to use gold when paying the bill at the Datang Restaurant. After recharging, he could just deduct the money every time he came. But since Li Yuan spent five gold leaves in less than ten days last time, Li Yuan knew that he couldn't do that anymore.

So, he started his habit of carrying money when he went out. The guards who followed Li Yuan would carry a bunch of copper coins, and so did Li Yuan himself.

The exchange rate of one string of money in the Datang was different according to the specific situation and city. If you were going out of the city, it would be more expensive. But it was generally between 800 and 1,000 coins.

If you were going into the city, it was not cheap either. You had to make arrangements, and even one string of money was less than 1,000 coins.

Li Yuan was already very lucky to carry a few strings of money, and the guards who followed him out carried more.

He has been very careful with his money recently.

"Let's go. We'll have this for lunch after we take it back. Bring some to your parents and your brothers and sisters."

Li Chenggan nodded, not quite understanding. He knew the method and the idea, but wouldn't this magical stinky tofu cause a beating?

The father is very fierce, and the mother is even more fierce.

Li Yuan waved his hand and told Li Chenggan to leave quickly. Li Chenggan himself was stunned.

He packed a lot of food and some stinky tofu. The unfinished food and stinky tofu filled three or five lunch boxes. For a moment, Li Chenggan felt a little confused.

At this time, Li Yuan touched his chin and said with a smile: "Chenggan, I have something to do with Liu Xuan."

Li Yuan smiled mysteriously and said with a grin.

……

In the back kitchen of Datang Hotel, Li Yuan urged for updates as usual. The Water Margin story didn't seem to be anything special. He wanted to read a new story.

"Is there any resourceful one? I like to read resourceful ones?"

Liu Xuan was stunned. Is the Three Kingdoms story okay?

Although Liu Xuan didn't remember the Three Kingdoms story as firmly as Journey to the West and Water Margin, if he had to write it out, it would be fine. After all, as long as it was written, who the hell cared whether it was well written or not, it was just a cool story.

After evading Li Yuan, Li Yuan took two pieces of oil cakes and left slowly. When he went out, Li Yuan found that he was being watched. More than a dozen dogs squatted outside the back door. At this time, they all looked at Li Yuan with eager eyes.

Li Yuan trembled twice, broke off a small piece of the oil cake in his hand and threw it out. He wanted to make a feint to the east and attack the west. When those dogs were grabbing the oil cakes, he could sneak away quietly.

But the dozen dogs didn't seem to move. Instead, they kept twitching their noses, wagging their tails enthusiastically, and had a strange look in their eyes.

Finally, Li Yuan understood what that look meant.

A young puppy moved and pointed to the empty space with its nose and head as if to say: Come on, squat here.

Being treated as a fellow.