Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Li Shimin patted his chest and said confidently: "Guanyin, don't worry, Wei Zheng only drank one cup. When he wakes up, you can ask him anytime."

Empress Changsun may not believe Cheng Yaojin, but she definitely cannot not believe Wei Zheng.

After all, who is Wei Zheng.

He is a person who doesn't tolerate any sand in his eyes.

He is a person who will start to spray at the slightest disagreement.

He is a person who can lose face for the sake of principle. Although Wei Zheng also has reasons for his position, this person generally does not lie.

Empress Changsun looked at Li Shimin with big eyes, and then sighed: "Now, has Wei Zheng changed?"

When Li Shimin heard that Empress Changsun did not believe it, he immediately became energetic.

After waking up from the wine, he felt extremely comfortable all over his body. Although he was still a little dizzy, this feeling was unprecedented.

Very exciting!

"Guanyin, I don't understand what you are saying. I went out today and first went to Zhuque Street to see the three hundred death row prisoners. I was very pleased."

"When they heard the news that I released them, they stood there and cried with emotion."

"I believe they will definitely turn over a new leaf and change their past mistakes."

"Later, Wei Zheng suggested that we go eat something and celebrate. Guanyin, you know me. I have worked hard for so many years and have never enjoyed anything. Wei Zheng has already spoken, can I refuse?"

There are ten pots in the world, and you, Wei Zheng, are the only ones who can carry nine.

Empress Changsun looked at Li Shimin suspiciously and remained silent.

It's not that he didn't believe Li Shimin, but mainly, could Wei Zheng really say such a thing?

But it seems that it is understandable that the three hundred death row prisoners came to the appointment with His Majesty after a year.

"Your Majesty, did you really only drink one cup?"

"Guanyin, I never lie. I am not the kind of person who lies casually. You know, as a monarch, the superiors should follow suit. If I lie, my brothers and their families will not be able to... umm..."

Empress Changsun immediately held Li Shimin's mouth: "Your Majesty, be careful with your words."

"By the way." Li Shimin suddenly looked at Empress Changsun excitedly, "Guanyin, I ate two kinds of exquisite delicacies today. This delicacy should only be in heaven, not ordinary in the world."

Li Shimin knew very well that he had to change the topic quickly and must talk more, not giving the other party a chance to refute.

Empress Changsun smiled and covered her mouth: "Your Majesty, you are bragging again. You told me a few days ago that you led a thousand soldiers and rode an old horse to break through Hulao Pass."

"When you were excited yesterday, you talked about this again. A thousand soldiers became a hundred soldiers, and the old horse became a horse with a serious injury and no tail, and one leg was lame after not eating for three days..."

Li Shimin coughed dryly and blushed.

"Ahem, Guanyin, don't pay attention to these details. I really didn't brag."

"Two dishes, one is called Mapo Tofu, which is the tofu made by Huainan King Liu An, and it is often served in the palace. There is another dish called Dongpo Pork..."

"Tsk tsk, that taste, I clearly ate a few bowls of rice, but now every time I think of it, I feel the gluttony in my stomach."

Empress Changsun laughed, and her voice became light and floating.

"Hey, your majesty ate a delicious meal like a god, and drank a glass of wine. Just one glass of wine, and you got drunk."

"You said you didn't brag, but even the children in Chang'an wouldn't believe it."

"Your majesty, you should take a rest first, I'll leave first."

"Anyway, I can't eat delicious food, and I can't drink that glass of wine..."

Empress Changsun was weird, and Li Shimin couldn't sit still.

"Stop!"

"Sit down!"

Li Shimin's face darkened: "Sit down, listen to me!"

...

In the general's mansion, when Cheng Yaojin woke up, it was already dark.

He felt a little heavy, perhaps because his head was too big, Cheng Yaojin let out a long breath, slowly stood up, and almost stumbled when his feet touched the ground.

"Hiss... This wine, Erguotou, has some tricks, I just drank a glass... How embarrassing it would be if this gets out."

"No, this matter cannot be told to anyone, even if you kill me! Even if you tell it, you have to say that His Majesty drank a glass first, and there must be no less embarrassing things!"

Cheng Yaojin had already thought about it in his heart. Wei Zheng was a scholar, and it was normal for him to fall down after one glass of alcohol, but we Cheng Yaojin are different. He is a military general, eating meat and drinking wine in big mouthfuls, just like a stubborn scholar. If he was knocked down after one glass of wine, it would be really embarrassing.

Raising his head suddenly, Cheng Yaojin saw a big forehead swaying in front of him.

"Hehe, Dad, I heard that you fell down after drinking a glass of wine."

Cheng Yaojin was already very angry, and when he saw Cheng Chumo's face full of evil smiles, he was even more angry.

"What are you talking about, kid? Is your father that kind of person? When your father was drinking thousands of cups and not getting drunk at the banquet of His Majesty, you were still playing in the mud in the northeast corner of our house."

Cheng Chumo was not in a hurry. Apart from other things, it was Liu Renyuan who sent Cheng Yaojin back, and he was an old acquaintance of Cheng Chumo.

"Dad, don't be so stubborn. What's there to be ashamed of drinking one cup? Tomorrow, I will take you there and show you what it means to drink thousands of cups without getting drunk!"

Cheng Chumo grinned and patted his chest.

Cheng Yaojin sighed. This child is getting more and more unruly. He doesn't know how to be diligent and hardworking. He wanders around all day long. He is almost becoming a street bully in Chang'an City and a disaster in the streets.

Forget it, forget it, at most I can have a few more children.

However, the Mapo Tofu and Dongpo Pork are real...

Cheng Yaojin suddenly couldn't hold back his saliva. He had obviously eaten a lot, and that stuff was really delicious.

But now when he thought about it, he began to feel restless all over.

"Dad? Are you itchy? I'll scratch you with my horse spear?"

Cheng Yaojin remained calm and silent. Facing his filial son, Cheng Yaojin always spoke with actions.

After a while, Cheng Yaojin came out of the house alone, closed the door, tidied his clothes, and then clapped his hands and left with satisfaction.

After a long time, a person trembled and walked out of the house. It was Cheng Chumo who was beaten up. Cheng Chumo covered his buttocks and grinned: "No, I just said the truth, why do you beat me so hard! It's over, I can't go to the brothel tonight."

...

When the sun set, Wei Zheng woke up, his face was full of excitement.

"Husband, you're awake."

Mrs. Pei sat by the bed and prepared hot water. Wei Zheng opened his eyes and suddenly felt infinite sorrow.

He has been walking on thin ice in this life. He has changed his master three times. Others call him a slave of three surnames.

But if I had a little better luck, would I still have to change my master?

Others laugh at my weak will, and I laugh at others for not understanding historians, let alone unlucky people.