Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Li Shimin glared at Cheng Yaojin: "Old Cheng, go and explain it to the big guys."

In the early years of Zhenguan, when the blood of the Xuanwu Sect was still fresh, some people began to talk about Li Shimin, saying that it was a capital crime to make irresponsible remarks about the king. However, Li Shimin thought of killing too many people, so he let them go.

But since then, everyone has known one thing, that is, today’s Holy Emperor is most afraid of being misunderstood.

As soon as Li Shimin opened his mouth, Cheng Yaojin stood up slowly, grinned widely, and strode out.

With a strong back and a kind face, the onlookers became quiet all of a sudden.

"Everyone, let me make it clear first, we did not eat that thing!"

"What we eat is serious food!"

At this time, in the Datang Hotel, Li Shimin looked at Liu Xuan with a smile: "Little shopkeeper, you see, Lao Cheng is very good at persuading people."

Liu Xuan was stunned, wasn't he? Even if the Demon King was walking casually on the street, no one would dare to bully him. At first glance, it was clear that he was not a good person. He was born with a good-natured face and an unparalleled temperament. The onlookers dared not say anything.

At this time, among the crowd, a child raised his finger and pointed at Cheng Yaojin. The adults on the side were immediately trembling and trembling.

"There is still yellow water at the corner of his mouth!"

Cheng Yaojin's face turned darker and his forehead was bruised, but he was facing a little baby, so he couldn't be angry.

“I’m eating Mapo Tofu!”

Cheng Yaojin shouted hard.

But the dispersed crowd had already started talking. It was obvious that they were getting farther and farther away from Cheng Yaojin, but the talking was getting louder and louder.

"It's over. The whole of Chang'an will know it before tomorrow!"

In the Datang Hotel, Wei Zheng smiled and stroked his beard: "Old Cheng, I'm not telling you, you just spoke out of desperation, why are you shouting so loudly?"

Li Shimin sat aside and crossed his legs: "Little shopkeeper, don't worry about them, what kind of delicacy is this Dongpo meat? I can't sit still anymore."

After the little twists and turns just now, the Dongpo Pork is just right and it’s time to start the pot.

From time to time, a mouth-watering smell exudes from the small casserole. The water has dried up at the seal of the earthen jar, and the heat slowly floats out from the gap in the lid of the earthen jar.

Li Shimin, who was originally reserved, could no longer bear it this time.

I thought that Mapo Tofu was already the best in the world, but now that the so-called Dongpo Pork came out, Li Shimin felt like what he had eaten before was just like pig food just by smelling it.

"It smells so good! Little shopkeeper, can you have some wine?" Li Shimin twitched his index finger. The Mapo Tofu he had just eaten made him feel comfortable all over, and the mellow aroma of the tofu was still lingering in his mouth.

Liu Xuan nodded: "A bottle of five hundred coins is called Erguotou. The money given by Cheng Zhuangshi has just been used up. Is it okay with you, my guest?"

It’s not his own money anyway. Li Shimin waved his hand: “Shopkeeper, serve the wine!”

Liu Xuan walked behind the counter, turned his back and took out three wine glasses, then quietly opened the system panel and entered the system store.

“Buy a bottle of Erguotou!”

"The purchase was successful and the host's ten cents have been deducted."

Ten cents a bottle made Liu Xuan a little uncomfortable, but it was okay. Compared with the terrible inferior wines in Datang, Erguotou was at least the best.

When a bottle of Erguotou in a porcelain bottle was placed on the table, the Dongpo pork in Cheng Yaojin's mouth almost slipped out.

"This wine... a bottle of wine worth 500 yuan, I want to try it..."

Liu Xuan looked at the three people who came to Datang Hotel today and smiled in his heart. The dishes he had were all unique in Datang. The prices were extremely high and ordinary people couldn't afford them.

We need to let these three people go back and promote more.

Bo~

Liu Xuan opened the cork, and in an instant, a strong aroma of wine spurted out.

Li Shimin straightened his eyes, Cheng Yaojin swallowed his saliva, and even Wei Zheng, who was eating braised pork silently and as steady as a mountain, trembled at this time.

Li Shimin knew that such a wine was worth a hundred coins just for its aroma.

Cheng Yaojin knew that after passing this village, there might not be this shop. What kind of wine have we not drunk? This wine called Erguotou has never been heard of, let alone drunk.

"Little shopkeeper, how does this wine compare to Sanlejiang?"

Liu Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Cheng Yaojin, pondered for a moment, and smiled faintly.

Sanle pulp, can that thing be put on the counter?

People in the Tang Dynasty drank more rice wine, and Sanlejiang was already a relatively expensive item, but in front of Erguotou, everything was trash.

Cheng Yaojin, Cheng Yaojin, how about this wine? Let me tell you.

"Guest, this Erguotou is said to be the best in the world and the best wine in the world."

"The Master said: A cup of Erguotou, you can find a close friend anywhere in the world. Good wine goes with a close friend. Whether you are a close friend or not depends on the taste of the three of you."

"There is a ballad that says, one cup of Erguotou will make you choke to tears; two cups of Erguotou will make you friends in this life; three cups of Erguotou, you will stride forward without looking back; four cups of Erguotou, a million-strong army will not frown; five cups of Erguotou... "

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not looking down on the three of you, but with five cups, it's a bit difficult for the three of you."

At this moment, Wei Zheng straightened his back!

The three major hobbies of men in the Tang Dynasty were drinking, writing poetry, and fighting.

You said Wei Zheng couldn't fight, but he acquiesced.

If you say Cheng Yaojin is not good at writing poetry, he has nothing to say.

But you said they can’t drink?

At this moment, the three of them suddenly stood up with a swish sound, and their movements in unison seemed to have been agreed upon.

Li Shimin's eyes were shining, Cheng Yaojin couldn't suppress the smug smile, and Wei Zheng, an old-fashioned man, was eager to try and trembled all over.

"Little shopkeeper, your wine is top-grade. If the three of us can drink five cups without getting drunk, what should we say?"

Li Shimin's mouth corners were raised, with a combative heart and a soul of a middle school student forever.

"Hey, you three misunderstood."

"I'm not targeting you three, it's mainly this wine... strong!"

"So, if you three drink five cups without getting drunk, then you are Liu Xuan's confidant friends!"

I'm a weak and powerless cook, and it's understandable to force a bond, right?

"After that, as long as you three bring people to eat, I will give you a 20% discount! Datang Restaurant never gives discounts. Today, I, Liu Xuan, will make an exception and promise you three, how about it?"

You will have to brag about it when you go back today to make money in the future.

The three looked at each other and nodded.

Suddenly, Liu Xuan took out three wine glasses from behind with a smile. They were ordinary coarse porcelain wine glasses, about the size of Cheng Yaojin's thumb.

Seeing these three wine glasses, Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin looked at each other and smiled. When they drank outside, they could drink hundreds of cups with such cups.

When pouring wine, the three of them looked at the wine glasses at the same time, and their throats moved wildly.

Pour half of the tea and fill the wine.

The aroma of wine wafted out, Li Shimin picked up a glass and smiled confidently: "Little shopkeeper, I'm sorry to show you my ugliness!"

A moment later, bang~