Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang had dinner later than usual today, because there were too many people queuing outside.

Especially last night, there were too many people queuing overnight, and their stomachs were growling before they ate.

"Boss, Fengyue Tower is holding a Golden Autumn Poetry Festival tonight, do you want to go and have a look?"

Luo Wangu's face was full of expectations, holding a thin wooden stick in his hand and asked with a smile.

Liu Xuan smiled and waved his hand: "I'm just a cook, how can I go to that kind of place."

"I don't like to write poems, and I can't write poems."

Luo Wangu sat up immediately: "Little Boss, the poem you wrote that night was not simple. I'm going to take it over to show off, how about it?"

It turned out that he was waiting here, Liu Xuan didn't go, so he took Liu Xuan's poem with him.

"Hey, Mr. Luo, this poem is a pearl lost in the sea, obtained by chance, and is the work of literati and poets. It's a bit indecent to take it to a poetry gathering like that."

"Besides, with Mr. Luo's handwriting, let alone one poem, even if it's ten or eight poems, there are many people willing to serve you."

The edges and corners on Luo Wangu's face became more distinct, and he couldn't help but raise his head, looking at the shopkeeper Liu Xuan, who was interesting in his words.

In other people's words, they would directly say that Luo Wangu was a country bumpkin and a nouveau riche, but they said it so nicely, Mr. Luo was generous, tut tut...

"Shopkeeper, actually, I would like to ask you to write a poem."

Although Luo Wangu was a scholar, he was not very good at reading.

Yang Liufang was also a scholar, but the two were very similar.

He was rich, the son of a wealthy businessman, a dandy, uneducated, and wore a scholar's long gown all day long, just to show off.

Every time they come out, the scholars who follow them call them Brother Luo and Brother Yang, but in private, they all call them suckers.

Face is really harmful.

Luo Wangu also knows it, but at this age, especially in Chang'an, if he doesn't have face, wouldn't it be the same as killing him?

"Mr. Luo, Liu has only read a little bit, and has only a little ink in his chest. I am grateful to Mr. Luo for looking up to me, but I don't have that ability."

When Liu Xuan spoke, he suddenly realized that this person was a sucker.

It's not too much to charge you more for a poem? It's also understandable to sell ten poems in batches, right?

I use one hundred poems to enrich the spiritual life of the descendants of the Tang Dynasty generals and earn some pocket money, which is also reasonable, right?

How many uneducated and unskilled dandies in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty would laugh in their dreams if they knew this news.

Although I, Liu Xuan, am a cook, I have cooked too much, and I feel inspired to write a little poem, which is also reasonable, right?

There are 300 Tang poems, each of which costs money. There are thousands of Song poems, and money cannot fill them.

Liu Xuan looked at Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang at this time. It was the desolate place of Bashan and Chushui, and the complaining people paid quickly.

Thinking of Cheng Chumo and his ilk who were big and strong at the poetry meeting and suddenly wrote a graceful poem that surpassed all the heroes, it was really like farting in the quilt, which could be smelled and covered.

It’s not too much to charge 100 strings of cash for a poem? Luo Wangu, Yang Liufang, you two may really be famous forever.

I, Liu Xuan, suddenly made a fortune and realized my knowledge. It depends on you two.

It doesn’t matter whether I make money or not, the main thing is excitement.

“Boss, don’t be so humble. Your poem that wears out the eternal knife in my heart makes Luo Wangu unable to sleep at night. From time to time, I still think that if I can write such a poem, I’m afraid my father will never scold me as a drunkard again.”

You bought poems for this?

Really... ambitious.

"One hundred strings of cash, if the effect is not good, I will refund it."

As soon as these words came out, Luo Wangu stood in awe.

"Shopkeeper... No, Brother Liu is so righteous! I will go home to get the money now!"

Yang Liufang, who was still stuffing his mouth with chicken, suddenly looked up: "I will go back to get the money too!"

"I will also make a splash at the poetry meeting, and let those who laughed at me, Yang Liufang, last year know that I am not made of clay."

Liu Xuan was stunned, and then asked with concern: "Brother Yang, isn't this poetry meeting for communication? Is there a competition?"

Yang Liufang's eyes were red, Brother Liu, Brother Liu, it's better if you don't mention it, but once you mention it...

"Hey! Last year at the poetry meeting, I was laughed at by scholars for half a year for one of my poems."

Yang Liufang's eyes were red as he spoke: "I must get a masterpiece this year, not to justify how great I, Yang Liufang, am, but to make them swallow back what they said with their own mouths!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Yang, don't worry, if there is no effect, I will refund it."

On the second floor, the three princesses have been urging for a long time.

When Liu Xuan came up slowly, the three of them had almost finished eating the dishes in front of them.

"Eh? Three girls, didn't you say there was something in the dishes? Did you eat it too?"

Li Shu smiled awkwardly: "Well, I just saw a bug and stepped on it to death."

Li Hui smiled: "Shopkeeper, are you free tonight? Today is the first day of the Golden Autumn Poetry Festival. Chang'an celebrities and even the great scholars of the dynasty will go to see it. I heard that my father... the current emperor will also go to see it."

"Why haven't I heard of this poetry festival?" Liu Xuan did not find any memory of the poetry festival in the original owner's memory.

Li Lizhi smiled with her hands covering her mouth: "These were passed on among scholars in previous years. If the shop owner opened a shop in the East Market, I'm afraid he would know about it."

Dongshi? What's good about Dongshi? Is it Tongfu Restaurant or Datang Supermarket? No matter how flashy it is, it’s just a matter of face, and it has to be down-to-earth in our West Market.

"Sister, the main reason is that most of the scholars are in Pingkangfang, right?" Li Hui suddenly said.

When Li Lizhi heard the words Pingkangfang, her expression changed: "Li Hui, what kind of place is that? How could it taint Liu Xuan's ears?"

Li Hui's face turned red and she suddenly realized something.

Liu Xuan smiled, Pingkangfang should be well-known to the people of Chang'an, why are you three hiding here?

But that's right. I have lived in a deep palace since I was a child. I have learned how to control my subordinates. I have been exposed to everything that is great and upright. The world's anecdotes have also been screened. It is normal to have an information cocoon room?

"You're welcome, three girls. This poetry club is too lively. I don't like liveliness, so I'd better not go."

Li Shu suddenly said at this time: "Shopkeeper, gentlemen see the same thing. I don't like the excitement either. How about we go boating in the East Lake tonight?"

Li Lizhi and Li Hui's eyes instantly became sharp, looking directly at Li Shu.

You are unreasonable.

After going to East Lake and boarding your pirate ship, can Liu Xuan still get off?

"Let's go to the poetry club together, store owner, let's take Yaya there to have a look. You don't like the excitement, but Yaya does."

"Besides, there are many pastries there, which are even more delicious than mung bean cakes."

Li Lizhi's words were heartbreaking.

Yaya looked at Liu Xuan eagerly: "Aye, I'm going to the poetry meeting to learn poetry..."

Are you studying poetry? You are greedy for pastries!