Chapter 82 Liu Xuan: I have only read a few books

Four dishes, mapo tofu, Dongpo pork, twice-cooked pork, and braised chicken.

Everything Zheng Liwan has never heard of or tasted.

Among these dishes, only tofu is familiar to her.

She had only eaten chicken among the other three dishes.

"Cousin, it's not bad! Hahaha! But it's really expensive!"

"Shopkeeper, bring me a bottle of wine!"

Zheng Youlai is very carefree. As the eldest son of the Zheng family, Zheng Youlai never knows what money is. Is it expensive? I ate such delicious food today and saw so many eye-catching things...

What’s wrong with being more expensive? It’s worth it!

"Shenghui, five hundred coins!"

When Zheng Liwan heard this, the crispy and numb feeling in her mouth that she had just eaten from Mapo Tofu became even stronger.

So expensive?

"Guests, don't worry. Even if you travel all over the world, you won't be able to find another place for my wine."

Zheng Youlai looked at Liu Xuan with a smile: "Shopkeeper, don't tell me anymore. If it were me, I would sell these dishes for a hundred dollars. That's a lot, and it's not expensive at all!"

When Zheng Liwan heard this, she realized that every dish in Datang Hotel was not cheap.

But the tingling sensation in my mouth is definitely a lie.

Growing up, I have eaten a lot of delicious food, but never once have I been so happy.

It's like there are bugs crawling around on the mouth, these are happy reptiles...

Zheng Liwan looked at Liu Xuan with a smile: "Shopkeeper, you have such a skill. In this small restaurant, you can't be considered talented. Are you interested in finding another career?"

Liu Xuan looked at Zheng Liwan and didn't know what to say.

Have women thought too much since ancient times?

Seeing that people's lives are good and business is booming, you start to think of ways to persuade them?

"Oh? What does the girl mean when she talks about finding another career?"

"The store's talent is amazing, why not become an official?"

Liu Xuan smiled, woman, you are so smart.

"Young lady, you are mistaken. Liu Xuan is not a talented and learned person, he just happens to have read a little bit of books. Compared with the scholars who are eating in this hall, he is far behind."

When Liu Xuan said this, Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang raised their heads sharply, then lowered their heads and continued to cook. From the corner of their eyes, they looked at the maids wearing cheongsam running back and forth.

Brother Liu, you are awesome, everything you say is right.

But if you say it so casually, you can't just talk nonsense.

You are just an average learner, so who do we think you are?

"Look, they agree with what I said." Liu Xuan shrugged, "What's wrong with being a cook? With three hundred and sixty skills, you can be the number one scholar!"

Zheng Liwan's beautiful eyes flickered, and her heart trembled.

Three hundred and sixty lines, and he will be the number one scholar.

This young shopkeeper named Liu Xuan has something.

"The store owner is being humble. The poem "When will the bright moon come last night" should have been written by the store owner. This is the best poem that this little girl has ever heard in her life, bar none."

Liu Xuan laughed and said: "Young lady, you are serious. You can't be that good. It's just random nonsense, and it will be remembered by your own children."

When Zheng Liwan heard the word "child", her eyes felt lonely. She always felt that this Liu Xuan was not simple.

Maybe this is a woman’s intuition.

Zheng Youlai asked curiously: "Shopkeeper, I see you are young, but your child is already so big."

"The guest is very polite. Liu Xuan doesn't dare to neglect me."

Zheng Youlai suddenly became energetic: "Okay, the love is unparalleled, he is my man from the Tang Dynasty!"

Zheng Liwan suddenly felt a little disgusted with her so-called cousin who had been living in Chang'an for a long time.

Obviously it was you who said it was just so-so after returning home last night, and it was you who said yes when he got up in the morning. It was you who said the child was rude last night. After coming here today, it was you who praised Liu Xuan.

Why are you more fickle than women?

Perhaps this is the case for all people who have long families.

"Store, that means you are never married?"

Liu Xuan didn't answer, just smiled and said nothing.

Zheng Liwan's hands when eating food suddenly became calm, and her eyes were bright, as if she was thinking about something.

At Cheng Yaojin's house, Cheng Chumo opened his eyes drunkenly and saw Cheng Yaojin's face that wanted to eat people.

"Bunny, get up!"

"Tell me clearly, who composed the poem last night?"

Cheng Chumo's heart skipped a beat, wouldn't he be exposed?

Seeing Cheng Chumo's expression like this, Cheng Yaojin's face turned even darker. He thought that this bastard would insist on himself, but he didn't expect it. He thought too much.

Your Majesty came to the door in person today just to ask clearly. Cheng Yaojin was very excited when he heard that Cheng Chumo actually composed a poem and was praised by Mr. Li Gang. But the next moment, when Li Shimin expressed his doubts, Cheng Yaojin became furious. Come everywhere.

At this time, Li Shimin, who was hiding behind the curtain, smiled and watched this scene with his hands behind his back.

"It was a child who did it."

Cheng Chumo reacted and immediately denied it, boldly insisting on himself.

"Did you do this? You are my son. Don't I know what you do on weekdays?"

"Look at your whole body in the mirror. Where does it look like you can compose poetry?"

"Niu Jianhu and Yuchi Baolin have already confessed. I will give you face and ask you to be lenient if you confess, otherwise I will force you to turn around!"

When Cheng Chumo heard this, he immediately jumped up and said, "Dad, you keep talking all the time. Are you going to take the imperial examination?"

"I said I did it, I did it!"

Cheng Yaojin sneered. Since he couldn't trick her, he had to use that trick.

The barbs on the horse lance outside the door sparkled in the sun, and Cheng Chumo was ready to fight. Seeing the horse lance, Cheng Chumo immediately changed his face to smile.

"Dad, it's just a joke. Don't take it so seriously."

"Is there anything between you and me, father and son, that can't be discussed? Come on, Dad, do it!"

"I bought the poem last night, but when I bought it, the person said that it was mine after I bought it, so I said it was mine. It's reasonable, right?"

Cheng Yaojin narrowed his eyes, and footsteps came from the curtain behind him.

Then there was a stern shout: "I said, it's true that you, Cheng Chumo, can write poems, but if you write such poems, it really makes the scholars in Chang'an lose face."

"Tell me where you bought it from, I won't blame you."

When Cheng Chumo saw Li Shimin, his eyes went dark: "Brother Liu Xuan, I'm sorry..."

Liu Xuan? Liu Xuan again!

Cheng Yaojin was stunned. Manager Liu Xuan? This...

Li Shimin smiled faintly as if he had expected it. It was indeed the case.

"How much did you spend on it!"

"Your Majesty, I forgot, a few hundred strings of cash."

Cheng Chumo's weak voice came, cautiously testing.

Li Shimin heard it and panted: "You are wasting heaven's gifts. Such a good poem, a few hundred strings of cash, you really are..."

"Cheng Zhijie, if you don't carve jade, you won't make it into a useful tool. If you don't beat a child, he will tear off the tiles on the roof. You can do whatever you want!"