Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

When Li Shimin heard this voice, he was instantly shocked.

It's him!

It must be him!

Liu Xuan, my second brother, you really... made me lose ten strings of money!

Li Gang's face was dull, looking at Yaya who was like a little adult, his beard was trembling, and he almost knelt down.

These few sentences are too fairy...

Li Lizhi: "Yaya is great, this poem must have been written by Liu Xuan, right?"

Li Shu: "It's so beautiful, it's worthy of Liu Xuan."

Li Hui: "In the beautiful building, there are only me and Liu Xuan."

Zheng Youlai's eyes went dark, and the scholars in the Tang Dynasty were afraid that they couldn't sleep tonight.

Yaya continued to pretend, enjoying the attention of everyone.

Only one look was looking at Liu Xuan.

Zheng Liwan knew that a child could not have such a deep attainment, so it could only be the person behind her.

Yaya read a sentence and looked at Liu Xuan, this detail was noticed.

Zheng Liwan raised her lips and sketched a simple sketch on the book. Soon, Liu Xuan's image came to life on the paper.

"Handsome man, I will find you."

…………

When he returned to the palace, Li Shimin still had a frustrated look on his face.

"Your Majesty, why are you so unhappy? Didn't you go to the poetry meeting? Did you find some folk poets?"

Li Shimin said unhappily: "Guanyin, you asked a good question."

"There are poets, and a lot of them, more than a dozen! They are all top poets. The poems they say, ordinary literati can't write them in their lifetime. In the words of Mr. Li Gang, it may be a quatrain that appears once in a few decades. I think Mr. Li Gang is still a little conservative. It is rare to see it in a hundred years!"

"Humph!"

After saying that, Li Shimin snorted.

Empress Changsun frowned in confusion. It was obviously something worth being happy about. Why was His Majesty so unhappy?

"Your Majesty, isn't this a good thing? The Tang Dynasty scholars are unparalleled in talent and learning, and it is a good thing that so many talented young people have emerged!"

"Your Majesty once said that all the talents in the world are within your grasp. Now it has come true. Your Majesty should be happy."

Li Shimin snorted coldly: "Guanyin, you only know one thing, not the other."

"The amazing and talented poems that appeared tonight are indeed rare in a century. I was also very excited when I heard them."

"But look at those people, either they are from merchants, they can't walk properly, and they can't speak clearly, but when they read their poems, they are more agile than each other."

Empress Changsun smiled: "Your Majesty, don't judge heroes by their origins, isn't that what your Majesty said?"

"The Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty was born in a humble family, but it did not delay He founded the Han Dynasty. "

Li Shimin shook his head, furious: "Cheng Chumo, Niu Jianhu, Yuchi Baolin, these three people actually wrote a poem, each of which is unparalleled in the world, and each of them makes me tremble in my heart. "

"Guanyinbi, Cheng Chumo, Niu Jianhu, Yuchi Baolin, are they good at studying? I lost ten strings of money!"

Empress Changsun smiled: "Your Majesty, you are biased."

"Maybe it is the result of their hard work and unremitting writing. "

Li Shimin sneered: "Guanyinbi, you think too highly of them. Cheng Chumo is idle every day, Niu Jianhu is in the army, and Yuchi Baolin has not learned many words so far, and can only use the seal..."

Empress Changsun realized something was wrong at once.

"By the way, even a child, a four-year-old girl, can write a poem, and now it is being sung by the whole Pingkangfang, saying that the poet has come to the world..."

Li Shimin laughed when he spoke.

Empress Changsun was also stunned.

"Your Majesty, why did the poetry meeting turn out like this..."

At this moment, she finally understood why His Majesty came back in such a huff.

Together, the first day of the Golden Autumn Poetry Meeting became a joke.

When the atmosphere was silent, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by an anxious voice: "Report, Your Majesty, Hei Jin is back!"

Li Shimin suddenly shook his body, sweeping away the previous haze.

Here! Finally here!

...

Yaya was naturally happy to recite poetry tonight, but after coming back, she began to feel sleepy.

"Yaya, you can't sleep. When I asked you to recite poetry just now, Aye said that he would let you come back to eat delicious food. If you sleep now, it won't count tomorrow."

Yaya was trying to stay energetic. Nothing was more important than eating.

In the kitchen of Liu Mansion, Liu Xuan summoned the mobile kitchen, pulled out a pig's head, cut it into shreds, and put it in front of Yaya. Yaya had already fallen asleep, but she was drooling in her sleep.

After covering Yaya with the quilt, Liu Xuan heard the movement in Dazhuang's room.

He walked over quietly and found that Dazhuang was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and kicking the wall.

Liu Xuan sighed and shook his head. Who said that idiots are heartless? Dazhuang still misses the Datang Hotel, where he grew up.

After taking stock of the harvest tonight, Liu Xuan suddenly felt that it seemed quite good to be a poetry seller in the Tang Dynasty. If the paper here was cheaper, it would be even better. If the printing technology was more classic, then he could move all the things in the future.

It's exciting to think about it!

Making money or not is secondary. The main thing is to create your own spiritual food in this cold feudal society.

Make a little money by the way...

What about thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi? Don't bully young people into being poor, don't bully middle-aged people into being poor, don't bully old people into being poor. In the end, the dead person is the finale. I get excited just thinking about it.

Let me leave behind some powerful legends. For example, I, Liu Huaqiang, have done everything I have done throughout my life, so why do I need to explain it to others?

Da Zhuang's name is Liu Huaqiang, which was given to Da Zhuang after Liu Xuan traveled through time.

When the time comes, I will write more about Di Renjie’s case, well, follow Di Renjie’s path, leaving Di Renjie with nowhere to go when he grows up.

Liu Xuan thought of this and silently wrote it down in his mind. These plans should be realized in a short time.

…

The next morning, Liu Xuan's door was knocked open.

The person who came in was none other than Li Shimin.

Liu Renyuan was stunned when he saw Li Shimin early in the morning. "Let's salute. Is your Majesty your Majesty now, or is he Old Li?"

No courtesy, what if His Majesty is Your Majesty?

Li Shimin waved his hand: "Tell my second brother that I'm here to see him."

Oh, it turns out to be Li Er!

In the main hall, Li Shimin looked anxiously in the direction of the kitchen: "Liu Xuan, why don't you cook something delicious this early in the morning?"

"Lao Li, you want to eat shit? There are so many delicious ones."

"Isn't there any braised chicken or twice-cooked pork?"

"Eating so much greasy food in the morning is not good for your health. You don't want your wife to be a widow, right?"

In one sentence, Li Shimin was basically certain that the song "Peach Blossoms and Human Faces" was definitely written by Liu Xuan. At first glance, it was a true portrayal of people in Chang'an who often visited other people's homes.

"Your title is down."