Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

While talking, Luo Wangu saw Liu Xuan teasing Yaya in the crowd and smiled instantly.

The two looked at each other, and everything was self-evident.

The scholar who had just spoken had long gone.

Everyone's face was full of doubts and disbelief. This idiot, who didn't even know a word last year, could write such a good poem this year? It's quite artistic.

How is it possible! There must be something fishy!

The falsely motivated person was immersed in incredible shock at this time, and the expression on his face was extremely wonderful.

The real motivated person had already walked up to Luo Wangu and began to lower his head. The person who scolded the most fiercely last year was the most diligent this year.

Don't ask, just ask what Confucius said: Don't be ashamed to ask questions from those who are inferior to you.

"This person is not good!"

"How can he write such an artistic poem?"

"This poem is written by a person in his thirties or forties. How old is he? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Li Shimin felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

He didn't believe that someone who could look up at the bright moon and think of his hometown could say: I want to fuck you!

Is this the same person?

Lu Lingyun's face was ugly. He stared at Luo Wangu with a violent fluctuation in his eyes.

This guy, an unlearned person, relied on his family's restaurant to win over others with his appetite and drink and brag. How could he write such a poem?

Why!

Is God so unfair?

At this time, Yang Liufang, who had been waiting for a long time, also slowly stood up.

Seeing this scene, Lu Lingyun raised his mouth: "A person is lucky, I don't know where he got the poem from, it's okay to embarrass himself in front of everyone, and here comes another one, haha."

"What good sentences can he come up with? He is a person with no knowledge, and he can surpass me with a few random words. I, Lu Lingyun, will eat this table on the spot, not a drop left!"

After Lu Lingyun finished speaking, none of the scholars gathered around him dared to say a word.

There are many ruthless people these days. In the early years of the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, there were many people dueling on the long street, and they would make bold statements at any time: If you can win, I will eat something.

At that time, no one knew who started it. All kinds of heroes showed their magical powers and ate a variety of things, which greatly enriched the vision of the people in Chang'an, Tang Dynasty, and made many chefs in Chang'an discover new ingredients.

Of course, some people are almost disgusting.

Lu Lingyun was deeply affected.

Yang Liufang took a deep breath, sneered, and swept his eyes over the crowd. There were so many people present, many new faces, and many old faces.

He remembered clearly how those old faces mocked him last year, and those harsh laughs seemed to be yesterday.

When he saw Liu Xuan, Yang Liufang was excited.

With Luo Wangu's pearls and jade in front of him, he was more confident.

"The desert sand is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan is like a hook!"

As soon as the two sentences came out, although Yang Liufang's voice was not loud, it was obvious that the buzzing sound just now seemed to have become much smaller.

Everyone held their breath, and Li Gang even raised his eyebrows. He knew about this Yang Liufang. If he hadn't stopped the scene last year, I'm afraid that the young man's yearning for poetry and books would be completely destroyed.

There's something in his two sentences!

When Lu Lingyun heard these two sentences, his scalp numbed.

Good or bad, doesn't he know that he is from a family of poetry and books?

The most powerful thing about the Fanyang Lu family is the art of poetry and prose, and all the scholars in the world yearn for it.

"When will I have a golden headband and walk in the autumn."

Yang Liufang held his head high and chest out, his thin body stood upright, and there seemed to be unspeakable pride in his eyes!

"Did you write this poem?"

Li Gang touched his beard and asked.

Yang Liufang smiled and saluted Li Gang: "Sir, it is indeed written by the student."

Although it was bought, it is bought and left in my hands, so it is written by me, which is reasonable, right?

Li Gang was a little happy: "Today's poetry meeting, I encountered two good poems at the beginning."

"Not bad, not bad, the young generation of the Tang Dynasty is about to rise!"

Yang Liufang saluted Li Gang, then turned his head and looked at Lu Lingyun: "You wanted to eat from the table just now?"

"Haha, I allow you to pick a smaller one."

Lu Lingyun's smoke ring was full of blood, his fists were clenched, and his knuckles were white.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Yang Liufang laughed loudly, and suddenly his body shook when he remembered a sentence Liu Xuan had told him: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't despise the poor young man!"

Li Gang's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Good! Young spirit! Good!"

Lu Lingyun's face turned pale, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out directly.

The scene was in chaos.

When Lu Lingyun vomited blood, Liu Xuan covered Yaya's eyes appropriately.

Yaya was very unhappy: "Aye, I want to see them quarreling."

"Yaya, how can you say that, they are writing poems, how can they quarrel?"

Yaya said: "Aye, what is writing poems?"

Liu Xuan pondered for a moment: "You can think that writing poems is not as interesting as quarreling."

Yaya giggled, jumped and clapped her hands.

"It turns out that writing poems is not as interesting as quarreling, so are they just what the aunt next door said about being idle?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Lizhi couldn't hold it back anymore.

Puff~

At the corner of the second floor, a middle-aged man looked unhappy after seeing Lu Lingyun being carried away: "Young man, don't be too angry!"

"Your poem is still a little lacking in quality."

"Besides, you are not poor. If the young master of Fengzexuan is poor, then all of us would become beggars."

The man's voice was calm, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

When Yang Liufang heard this, his face flushed.

Okay, when you scolded me last year, no one spoke for me. This year I just sprayed a few words, and you come to suppress me?

"Old man, you are not angry enough to be called a young man!"

"It's not enough to just write poems to get involved. You have to have a background. What kind of business are you in? Tell me your name!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed: "I am Zheng Youlai."

Zheng Youlai...

In an instant, the people present seemed to remember something.

"Hiss... Is this the man who won the first place in the Poetry King Contest for ten consecutive times? Zheng Youlai from Xingyang Zheng Clan?"

"Why is he here! Didn't he go back to Xingyang to be an official?"

"Don't mess with him. They are all from the Five Surnames and Seven Famous Clan. We ordinary people can't mess with them."

When the buzzing sounded, Li Shimin felt like something was pricking his ears.

Can the Five Surnames and Seven Famous Clan be unreasonable?

These people are too much!

Beside Liu Xuan, Da Zhuang pointed at Zheng Youlai: "Master, look at the girl next to him, hehe..."

Liu Xuan looked up and his heart trembled instantly. The girl sat there like a jade sculpture, as if she was covered by light clouds and floating like snow in the wind.

"Could it be Zheng Liwan?" Liu Xuan narrowed his eyes. He heard that the most beautiful woman in the early Zhenguan period was Zheng Liwan, who was extremely talented and beautiful, and Zheng Liwan was from the Zheng Clan of Xingyang.