Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

When Liu Xuan squinted his eyes, he was a little relieved.

I wanted to get along with you guys as a cook, but in return I could only eat cakes in silence.

Now, I won't pretend anymore, I'm ready to move.

I, Liu Xuan, will also participate in this poetry meeting.

Suddenly, Liu Xuan felt someone approaching behind him.

"Sir, can I have a word with you?"

Liu Xuan looked suspiciously at the scholars who appeared in front of him, I don't know you either, right?

Then, Liu Xuan saw Luo Wangu's sly smile at the corner.

A moment later, when Liu Xuan came back, his face was full of smiles.

Li Shu squeezed over: "Liu Xuan, why are you so happy?"

Liu Xuan didn't say anything, just smiled faintly.

How can I not be happy if I make money?

Two hundred strings of cash for a poem, ten poems sold, how can I not be happy?

"Liu Xuan, what happy things have happened to you? Tell us so that we can be happy too!"

The accessories on Li Hui's body could no longer be seen. There was a bulging package in front of her. She held her head and shook it while looking at Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan shook his head, smiled but said nothing.

Pointed at the field, indicating that he should continue to watch the excitement.

Mung bean cake, so sweet...

Behind the curtain behind Li Gang, Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling lowered their voices.

"Old Fang, your Fang family is also a famous and prominent family in the local area. Why is it not among the five surnames and seven families?"

Fang Xuanling could not hear what Li Shimin meant: "Your Majesty, my lineage was still okay during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, but it was already weak during the Sui Dynasty."

"When I surrendered to Your Majesty, I was penniless. I didn't look like a member of the gentry at all."

Li Shimin touched his beard: "Old Fang, do you have any ideas to get those people down?"

Li Shimin narrowed his eyes, with murderous intent.

Fang Xuanling shuddered. The last time he saw such eyes was at the secret meeting before the night of Xuanwu Gate.

"Your Majesty, I dare to ask, do you really have a way to survive the winter?"

"Yes!"

"That's perfect, use this method, wrap up the righteousness, and deal with them, isn't it perfect?"

"Too slow."

"Your Majesty, then I dare to ask which master came up with this method?" Fang Xuanling finally asked the key point. His Majesty has said the method of surviving the winter countless times in the past few years, each time it was different, and each time it didn't work very well.

But this time, His Majesty didn't say a word, so someone must have spoken behind his back.

Li Shimin smiled and stroked his beard: "Prime Minister Fang, Prime Minister Fang, you are really good."

Li Shimin didn't tell anyone about this matter, but Fang Xuanling had already made the right judgment.

It must be said that Fang Mou Du Duan, both of them are extremely terrifying, meticulous, and are Li Shimin's right-hand man in governing the country.

Now that he has lost an arm, he still has Fang Xiang, Li Shimin is very relieved.

Just then, Li Shimin suddenly heard some movement.

"Raise the cup to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people..."

Hmm? Although Li Shimin is a middle school student, he was a playboy when he was young, but he didn't always stay a playboy.

The moment he heard this poem, his head buzzed, cool! Wonderful!

Free and easy!

This artistic conception really touched my heart!

Not long after, there was another round of applause, and the chattering of scholars.

"When will the moon come to the blue sky? I stop drinking and ask it now... People today don't see the moon of the ancient times, but this moon once shone on the ancients..."

Hiss... Could it be that there are so many geniuses in this year's Golden Autumn Poetry Festival?

Li Shimin's face was flushed, and he excitedly pulled open the curtain and looked outside.

More than a dozen scholars rushed to line up in front of Li Gang, and everyone was confident.

The queue looked like the diners queuing outside the Tang Dynasty Restaurant.

"When I was young, I didn't know the moon, I called it a white jade plate..."

Fang Xuanling opened his mouth wide.

Li Gang danced with excitement: "Good, good, good!"

"... I send my sorrow to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of Yelang."

"Always keep a piece of moon, hanging on the pine trees in Dongxi..."

When one exciting poem after another appeared, everyone in the Golden Autumn Poetry Festival had the same expression.

Mouths could not close.

Even Zheng Youlai, the former ten-time champion, was restless at this time, and his face twitched.

The three sisters Li Lizhi were even more excited, like other scholars, and stood up, their faces full of excitement.

"Liu Xuan, listen, what a great sentence!"

"I didn't expect that there are such talented people in my Tang Dynasty. Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Liu Xuan smiled without saying a word, not caring about how these scholars who rolled up were reveling. After all, there were so many poems in the Tang Dynasty. You can roll as much as you want, and I can make this money for a long time.

Humans do not share the same joys and sorrows. Liu Xuan only cares about how much money he makes.

Outside the attic, on the platform, the cold wind blows. Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang are stunned by the three black men in front of them, and then they become cowardly.

"Three... warriors!"

"Call me Master!" Cheng Chumo became dissatisfied. Liu Xuan said that the man on the street is like jade, and the Master is unparalleled in the world. He is talking about me, Cheng Chumo. You actually call me a warrior? You are still scholars!

"Write a poem! Hurry up!"

Cheng Chumo said impatiently: "I want to show off tonight. Seeing how powerful you two are, hurry up and write..."

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang looked at each other and suddenly froze. In previous years, they could not write a poem and were laughed at and scolded by others. This year, they spent money to buy poems and were scolded by others.

Isn't this money wasted?

"Zhuang... Young Master!"

Luo Wangu couldn't help it. Anyway, Liu Xuan had been sold out, so this one didn't matter.

"We two are not very capable. We spent a hundred strings of cash to buy that poem from a gentleman."

Cheng Chumo frowned: "One hundred strings of cash? Good man, so expensive? Are you two stupid?"

"You can't choose a good reason to lie."

After that, Cheng Chumo was about to hit someone.

Niu Jianhu clenched his fists, his fingers crackled, and the corners of his mouth were raised. He was a master who had been fighting for many years.

Luo Wangu cried when he saw it.

"Really, really, three gentlemen, this poem can be bought for far more than a hundred strings of cash, but that gentleman is indifferent by nature, doesn't like fame and fortune, and just casually offered a price."

"If it were someone else, it would be worth a thousand gold!"

Cheng Chumo smiled: "Who? Tell me!"

"Datang Hotel, the young shopkeeper Liu Xuan!"

Liu Xuan? When Cheng Chumo heard this name, it was like eating honey, and the whole person became more comfortable.

"You two, get out of here quickly, no one can tell what happened tonight!"

...

Li Gang has already started dancing excitedly. How can he bear so many famous quotes at once?

Liu Xuan smacked his lips: "Look, the great scholar dances differently, up and down, with something in his hand spinning the brush, and the strap on his shoulder fell off, but he didn't care."

"Da Zhuang, see, heroes don't ask where they came from, and show-offs don't look at age. Learn, learning never ends."