Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Looking at Qin Qiong's serious expression, Cheng Yaojin grinned and laughed: "Brother Qin, Da Zhuang just said it casually, don't take it seriously."

"If Confucius taught martial arts, Confucius' descendants would be angry to death."

Empress Changsun laughed a lot today, more than in the past few years.

Li Shimin saw Empress Changsun laugh, and naturally laughed very happily.

"Guanyin... um, Madam, Da Zhuang, don't look silly, in fact, there are many wonderful ideas in his heart."

Empress Changsun sighed, she had never been soft-hearted in her life, but when she saw Da Zhuang and Ya Ya, suddenly, her heart softened. ✺

Maybe she's old.

"Da Zhuang, come here. I'll ask you a question. If you answer it correctly, I'll buy you the most delicious sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Chang'an."

When Ya Ya heard about delicious food, she immediately leaned over and said, "Ah? Aunt, are you talking about the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Guihuafang?"

While she was talking, tears flowed from the corners of her mouth. If it weren't for Empress Chang Sun's quick eyes and hands, Ya Ya's saliva would have fallen on her new clothes.

"Yaya is right, it's the sweet-scented osmanthus cake there."

Da Zhuang scratched his head, and a simple voice came out: "Aunt, I can't take your things."

"You'd better give me money."

When Empress Chang Sun saw Da Zhuang's naive appearance, she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth. She laughed more and naturally felt happy. Some of the knots in her heart that had been depressed for many years seemed to be unblocked. Her body was light and her mind was clear. The headache that had lasted for many days seemed to disappear.

"Da Zhuang, you said you learned martial arts from Confucius, then what kind of person is Confucius?"

Da Zhuang stood there, not moving at all, his left hand hanging down, his right hand constantly rubbing his pants, his eyes drifting to the stone table beside him.

Suddenly, Da Zhuang's voice came: "When Confucius' back is exposed, it is a ferocious word of virtue, aunt..."

"The clogs worn by Confucius should be used as firewood. No matter how powerful the Analects is, it can't compare to the fart that Confucius farted when he was sixty years old. If he hadn't been lying on the ground and fighting ants, the two children wouldn't have been bored to watch the sun..."

For a while, the atmosphere in the backyard became more joyful.

Li Shimin put his hands behind his back. He was very familiar with this house. Before Liu Xuan moved in, he would come here to stroll around in the evening and drink and chat with a few old friends.

Following the fragrance, Li Shimin soon arrived in the kitchen.

Li Shimin quietly pushed the door open and looked inside through the crack. He was stunned for a moment.

In the kitchen, Liu Xuan had just boiled hot water. He raised his hand and lifted up the whole cow like a leaf. It was effortless and hung on two iron hooks.

Hiss... Li Shimin felt trembling all over.

Something is wrong with Liu Xuan's family!

Could it be that what Da Zhuang said just now was true?

The Analects is really a book that records Confucius' teaching of martial arts?

Li Shimin looked again, and this time, an even more outrageous scene appeared.

The knife in Liu Xuan's hand seemed to have eyes. It was obviously peeling the cow's skin and separating the flesh and bones, but Liu Xuan's movements were smooth and fast. In the blink of an eye, Li Shimin had only peeled off a little bit, and the next moment, half of the cow's skin was hanging down.

I'm fucking...

Li Shimin was stunned. He felt his scalp numb and his legs and feet couldn't move.

Plop!

He sat down on the ground with his eyes black.

When he woke up again, he was sitting in front of Liu Xuan.

"Old Li, what's wrong with you? Why are you like Lao Wang, peeking?"

"Uh... my dear brother... it's okay..." Li Shimin was a little upset.

Liu Xuan smiled: "What did you see just now that scared you so much."

Li Shimin slowly got up and supported the stove: "Liu Xuan, I saw you carrying a cow..."

Liu Xuan understood that he had just carried the cow with one hand: "Brother, haha, you misunderstood, I Liu Xuan is a cook, I have more strength, it's reasonable!"

"Then you just used a knife... knife..."

Li Shimin clearly remembered that the cold light flashed and the murderous aura just now.

"Brother, why are you so ridiculous? I Liu Xuan is just a cook, and my knife skills are better, it's understandable, right?"

Li Shimin let out a long breath, reasonable, reasonable, really reasonable.

I thought too much.

"What happened to me just now? Why did my eyes go black and I don't remember anything."

Liu Xuan sighed: "You just fainted just now, and I used some medicine to wake you up."

"Old Li, do everything openly in the future. Even if you become a tomb raider, you must do it openly. If you sneak around like a thief, you will soon fall ill."

Li Shimin's eyes lit up and he said cautiously: "Brother, do you know any medical skills?"

Liu Xuan waved his hand: "Hey, Old Li, how can I know any medical skills? I'm just an ordinary cook who can make medicinal food. Don't think too much."

...

In the Cheng Mansion, Cheng Chumo was secretly repairing the pillars while no one was around.

Yuchi Baolin and Niu Jianhu were helping on the side.

The weather today is pretty good, and the injuries of the three people seem to have healed a lot.

"Chumo, we can all walk, why don't we go out and play?"

Niu Jianhu suggested.

Cheng Chumo's eyes flickered. After he painted the red paint on the pillar, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No one knows me better than you, Old Niu!"

"I've been prepared for a long time. Today, my cow will die in the cowshed by hitting the pillar, so we have to find someone, hehe..."

"Ah? Eating beef? This is against the Tang law, and... it's okay for us to eat it ourselves, but we have to find someone else?"

Cheng Chumo was anxious: "Jianhu, have you forgotten the shopkeeper Liu Xuan last time? He was awesome!"

"How delicious that beef is, you've eaten it before!"

Niu Jianhu remembered that Cheng Chumo was going to ask Liu Xuan to cook.

Yuchi Baolin spoke at this time: "Chumo, are there too many cows in your family dying?"

Cheng Chumo rolled his eyes: "I can control myself, but I can't control the cows. The cows want to die, and I can't persuade them."

Yuchi Baolin looked at Cheng Chumo in confusion, muttering in his heart.

Are you persuading? You obviously have a knife in your hand, you should be driving them away!

There are no cows that die for love, only bulls that you have forced into a desperate situation.

"Well, let's carry the cow and go find Shopkeeper Liu Xuan."

"By the way, my father let it slip last time that he would get 100 guan for asking Shopkeeper Liu Xuan to cook. He took 100 guan from my mother and..."

Cheng Chumo stopped talking and rubbed his hands: "Let's go, brothers, let's see which cow is the most arrogant today. It dares to sleep with a cow skin. If it dares to wear a cow skin today, it obviously dares to wear human skin."

"Such an arrogant cow, a proud cow, should be fine if it hits its head and dies, right?"