Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

In the Datang Hotel, several scholars were lying on their backs after drinking, and each one's footsteps were muddy than the last.

Erguotou wine is relatively strong for Tang people.

But it was obvious that something was not right with these scholars. It looked like they drank frequently, and they did not forget to punch when they were drunk.

"What a pity. What a pity."

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang sighed repeatedly.

"Eh? Brother Yang, what are you talking about?"

"That must be the same as Brother Luo..."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Luo Wangu sighed: "He has integrity, is handsome, has a strong character, and is upright. Such a good person should be an official."

"It's a pity that I'm not a scholar. If you want to be an official these days, how can you do it without studying?"

The two of them didn't know. If Liu Xuan knew about this, he would not immediately issue an announcement to refute the rumors: Who is going to be an official? The dogs won’t do it! It's hard, tiring, and no money to be made. I have to guard against my colleagues day and night, and take the blame for my boss every month. I thought that the old score would be settled in the new year, but who knows, it will be better every year.

Whoever wants to be such an official can be one.

An old man who looked like an academic at first sight walked out slowly and wiped his mouth: "The cooking skills of the shopkeeper are unparalleled in the world. What happened today made me understand that only with a righteous heart can we make such exciting delicious food! "

Liu Xuan was stunned. He was indeed a scholar. When the old man passed by, he came in to taste it and finished eight bowls of rice in one afternoon.

"The old gentleman is ridiculous. As the saying goes, when a wild man sees an injustice in anger, he wears out the eternal sword in his chest. If the old gentleman encounters such a thing, he will also see the injustice on the road and draw his sword to help."

After listening to Liu Xuan's words, the old man suddenly touched his beard with great appreciation: "This poem is good and full of chivalry. Little shopkeeper, I thought you were just a craftsman, but I didn't expect that you hide your skill behind your clumsiness."

"But it sounds like the second half of the song, is there the first half?"

Liu Xuan smiled faintly. This poem was actually written by a poet named Liu Cha. This man was a gangster but had a literary talent. He committed murder and was imprisoned at the age of fourteen. Later he became a well-known scholar with quite a character.

"Old sir, in the first two lines of this poem, the sun rises and the hibiscus is as high as the sunrise. Everything in the world is as fine as a hair. It is just some skills, not worth mentioning."

The old man seemed to have not heard Liu Xuan's words and murmured: "Yes, yes, the sun rises and the fusang is high. Everything in the world is as fine as a hair. The wild man is angry at the injustice and wears out the eternal knife in his chest. Unexpectedly, the little The shopkeeper’s poems contain one part literary courage and one part martial arts.”

The conversation between Liu Xuan and the old man was not loud, but it happened to be overheard by Luo Wangu, who was bragging after being drunk.

"Hiss...this poem is interesting, better than the two of us!"

"I wonder if this shopkeeper has any other masterpieces. We have to go and ask."

The two of them smiled, put their arms around each other, and swung towards Liu Xuan.

"Hey, shopkeeper, we two brothers have something to discuss with the shopkeeper..."

Liu Xuan was stunned for a moment. They are all scholars. Look at that old man, and then look at you. Why are you smiling like Cao Cao...

Datang Hotel has become famous in Chang'an today.

But now, there is one person who is suffering the most.

Liu Renyuan has been squatting for a day. His Majesty has ordered that Liu Xuan must report truthfully who he contacts, what he says, and what he does.

Liu Xuan only did a few things the previous day, either cooking, teasing the children, or watching Da Zhuang chop wood and boil water. At that time, Liu Renyuan could at least take a nap.

Now, there are people everywhere, and Liu Renyuan's ears stand up like a donkey's.

At the end of the day, my whole body aches so much, my head is buzzing, and when I close my eyes, all kinds of people are talking and ordering food...

The most difficult thing is that after being hungry all day, I can only see others eating and drinking, while I am on the roof, eating the same cold pancake I brought when I came out early in the morning.

Feeling uncomfortable, wanting to cry...

It wasn't until the old man who was talking to Liu Xuan left that Liu Renyuan looked at the old man's leaving figure and murmured: "For Mr. Li Gang to praise him so much, it seems that this Liu Xuan is really powerful."

"My cooking skills are unparalleled, I am a just person, and I speak nicely. Tsk, tsk, it's a pity that I can't show up more now. It's too difficult for me..."

I squatted on the roof all day, smelling the fragrance, but couldn't get down to take even a sip.

From time to time, the fool named Da Zhuang would look in the direction he was in, almost revealing his secret several times.

Both humans and ghosts enjoyed the meal, but Liu Renyuan was the only one who broke the defense.

After being busy until late at night, Liu Xuan finally closed the business with satisfaction.

The curfew tonight is obviously earlier than usual. After all, it is late autumn and it gets dark early.

Even so, there are still many people who insist on having a good meal at the Datang Hotel at the risk of being caught before going back.

Closing the door, Liu Xuan let out a long breath.

Da Zhuang came out from behind and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It seemed that he had finished washing the dishes and chopsticks.

"Da Zhuang, are you tired?"

Da Zhuang shook his head: "Master, I'm not tired, just a little hungry."

Yaya, who was sleeping on her little bed, poked her head out at this time: "Aye, I want to eat something delicious too."

Liu Xuan smiled: "What do you two want to eat?"

Da Zhuang smiled mysteriously, and Yaya's eyes sparkled.

“Braised chicken!”

The cold wind was blowing, and the fire in the heater in the house was very bright.

The braised chicken smells fragrant, the juice keeps squeezing out, and the fragrance floats out, mixing in the cold wind.

"Woof woof woof..."

Since the opening of the Datang Restaurant, the dogs near the West Market have not had a good sleep.

There is nothing wrong with the fragrance in the middle of the night. People can't stand it, let alone dogs.

Liu Renyuan tried to open his bloodshot eyes, turned over, and watched Liu Xuan and the other two finish their day's work and fall asleep. He left and ran quickly towards the direction of the palace.

…

"What? New dishes? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

In the Ganlu Palace, Li Shimin's eyes were as big as cowbells.

Liu Renyuan shuddered in his heart. Why did His Majesty look more and more like General Cheng?

"Your Majesty, I have been guarding for a day. Liu Xuan has come into contact with too many people today. I really can't take care of it."

Li Shimin sighed and let Wei Zheng take it back first. Cheng Yaojin kept saying that Wei Zheng couldn't even eat shit when it was hot. At this time, Li Shimin felt that this was actually talking about himself.

"By the way, Liu Renyuan, you have been in Jinwuwei for some time."

"Would you like to continue to hone your skills in another place?"

When Liu Renyuan heard this, cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

No, why is His Majesty so petty? Should I really come back to report today?

"Don't be too hasty to think about it. I gave Liu Xuan a house, but there must be someone to look after the house."

"Take ten of your capable men with you and go there?"

"From now on, you are the chief steward of Liu Mansion!"