Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

The commotion in the front yard did not affect Liu Xuan's knife skills in the backyard at all.

The whole kitchen was smooth and only subtle sounds were heard.

Chi Chi Chi...

Crackling...

That was the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh and the cowhide separating from the body.

Not long after, the entire cowhide had been peeled off.

Liu Xuan put the cowhide aside and began to decompose other parts of the cow.

Footsteps were heard in the yard.

"Little brother Liu Xuan, where are you?"

The door opened, Cheng Yaojin pushed the door in, and was suddenly stunned, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Hehe..."

"This... the cowhide is peeled off?"

Cheng Yaojin stared blankly at the wooden board in front of him. It was the board used to lift the ox before, and a piece of cowhide was neatly climbed on it.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Old Cheng's eyes trembled, and he remembered the days when he used to steal beef.

During the Wude years, Cheng Yaojin had to do it carefully every time he secretly ate beef, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

At that time, what he hated most was skinning the cow. Every time he did it, he felt very unhappy because he wasted a lot of meat.

"Hiss..." Old Cheng stretched out his hand and picked up the cowhide. There was no extra meat sticking to it.

Yuchi Gong couldn't help it: "Good knife skills, little brother, if you use this knife skills to skin and pull out tendons, you must be a good hand in the army..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yuchi Gong knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Cheng Yaojin and Niu Jinda stared at him, as if to say, if you can't speak, don't say anything.

"Da Zhuang, chop wood!"

Liu Xuan ignored the curious look of the trio and asked Da Zhuang to work directly.

A firm voice sounded outside the door: "Master, let's do this little thing!"

Cheng Yaojin looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seems that His Majesty attaches great importance to Liu Xuan. Even the housekeepers at home use the Jinwu Guards.

Such treatment is not available even to the Dukes.

The three of them just watched here, and Liu Xuan couldn't cook. Helplessly, Liu Xuan could only smile and say: "Three, why don't you go sit in the pavilion for a while?"

"The fire is already lit, you three can warm yourself by the fire and chat."

Cheng Yaojin blushed: "Yes, yes, hahaha, brother Liu Xuan, you've worked hard."

"Lao Hei, Lao Niu, let's go sit down, hehehe."

People cook with ancestral secret recipes. What's the difference between standing here and watching and stealing?

Let's not talk about whether you can learn it or not, stealing is not advisable!

Liu Xuan smiled, closed the door, and opened the system panel.

"Onion, ginger, garlic, aniseed, cooking wine, sugar..."

"Potatoes, peppers, radishes, eggs, green peppers..."

...

In the courtyard, Cheng Yaojin and the other two were whispering.

"Should we ask Lao Qin to come over?"

"Goodbye, isn't my elder brother still recovering?"

"That won't do!" Yuchi Gong said with a dark face, "We are brothers of the same blood. How can we eat well while my elder brother eats coarse food at home? It's not right!"

"But, my sister-in-law..."

"It's okay. I just asked my wife to come over. If nothing goes wrong, my elder brother will be here soon."

Yuchi Gong hugged his arms, leaned back, and looked proud. What does it mean to talk less and do more?

...

In the palace, after handling government affairs, Li Shimin began to relax.

Empress Changsun put her fingers on Li Shimin's head and gently grasped it. After a while, Li Shimin's voice became lazy.

"Guanyin, do you really want to marry Changle to Changsun Chong?"

Empress Changsun smiled and said, "Your Majesty, there are not many young men in the Tang Dynasty who know each other well and are both talented and beautiful."

"Since my brother mentioned this, we have to consider it. Besides, Your Majesty has doted on Changle since she was a child. She is already fourteen years old. If she doesn't get married, it will be difficult for other princesses."

Although Li Lizhi is not the eldest daughter, she is now of marriageable age. Li Shimin's three daughters who are older than Changle have already married. If Changle doesn't marry, what will happen to Li Shu and Li Hui in the future?

However, facing Empress Changsun's words, Li Shimin had different ideas.

"Guanyin, is there really no other man in the world except Changsun Chong?"

There was obviously a hint of resentment in Li Shimin's voice.

Empress Changsun observed Li Shimin's words and knew his heart, so she reacted immediately.

When His Majesty talks about Changsun Chong, he usually asks what the child has done recently, who Changsun Wuji is close to recently, and what Changle thinks about marriage.

But today, it is completely different.

"Your Majesty, do you already have a suitable candidate in mind?"

Empress Changsun quickly took over.

After all, anyone will be nervous when it comes to marrying their daughter. The more Your Majesty is like this, the more it means that the wedding date is coming.

But the next moment, Li Shimin's answer made Empress Changsun feel disappointed.

"Not really... How should I put it, I think we have to wait and see."

Li Shimin's hesitant words instantly made Empress Changsun nervous.

Could it be that Your Majesty really has a candidate in mind? And it's not Changsun Chong?

"Your Majesty, what do you think of Changsun Chong?"

Empress Changsun continued to find out.

Li Shimin slowly stood up, stroked his beard, looked at the stars outside the window, and recalled the scene he encountered when he went to the Tang Dynasty Hotel in the morning.

"My elder brother is a relative of the current emperor, the little bully of Pingkangfang, known to everyone in the East Market and the West Market. He once fought with the Western Courtesan in a brothel for a month. He is a romantic figure that all Tang Dynasty men envy!"

This voice buzzed in Li Shimin's head and could not be dissipated for a long time.

The scholar's square face seemed to be engraved in Li Shimin's mind. From time to time, he would jump out, with his hands on his waist, arrogant.

"Chang Sun Chong, this child is still too young and needs to be tempered."

Empress Chang Sun's face flashed a trace of difficulty, and then she sighed: "Your Majesty, if you have a suitable candidate, you can ask Chang Le in advance. I don't know what this child is thinking."

Li Shimin smiled and took Empress Chang Sun's hand: "Guanyin, there is no point in saying more. Chang Le is young, so there is no need to rush."

"I think there are countless good men in the Tang Dynasty. Why must we stick to Chang Sun Chong? Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine?"

Empress Chang Sun was speechless. Why did His Majesty speak so strangely today...

"Your Majesty, who is the candidate you are talking about? What does he do?"

"Hehe, nothing special, he is a cook..." Li Shimin suddenly realized that he seemed to have let the cat out of the bag.

"Ahem, no, I mean, the food cooked by that cook is really delicious. Let's go and try it later?"