I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

There are many people who want to eat, but there are not many people who finally order. The price is there, and the mountains are so high that they can't get over it.

It smells good too.

They even feel that they can eat a bowl of rice just by smelling it.

By the time Duan Guan limped to the Tongfu Restaurant, it was almost afternoon.

He just got home yesterday.

My father was waiting at the door, kicking from the shadow wall to the backyard, and from the backyard to his own small courtyard, breaking two sticks.

Duan Guan didn't know why he was beaten at first, and he didn't ask, he was already numb. It is only natural for me to beat my son, so there is no need for any reason.

But he didn't know the reason until he lay down on the bed. His father was there yesterday!
Isn't father going to court?

Why did he watch the cooking competition on the spot that morning.

Duan Guan was distraught, if he had known this, he would have restrained himself a little that day.

A fox pretends to be a tiger, what will happen to the fox if he is caught by the tiger?
Duan Guan felt that his ass was the answer.

Fortunately, recently, he was used to being beaten.

Minor injuries can't get off the line of fire.

What is this pain!
Although it was a bit difficult, he still struggled to come over.

As soon as he walked into the restaurant, Duan Guan noticed the changes in the restaurant.

The tables and chairs are no longer the couches and low tables commonly used by people in the Tang Dynasty, but Hu chairs and high tables. Duan Guan is no stranger to this kind of furniture, and he has a set at home.

"Shopkeeper, did you change the furniture?" Duan Guan walked into the room, leaned on the armrest of the chair, and sat down cautiously. He accidentally pricked the flesh on his buttocks, causing him to gasp involuntarily.

Yin Xuan nodded: "Well, what's wrong with you?"

"Yesterday I saw that you were fine, why did you look like this again today, and was pushed by a mad cow again?"

Duan Guan nodded and gritted his teeth: "This time it's not a mad cow. There is a fierce horse at home. It accidentally overturned it yesterday and stomped on it a few times. Today I will make up for it."

He wasn't finished yet.

Yin Xuan suddenly raised his voice: "Hey, that's Cheng Canjun? It's rare for him to come so early."

Duan Guan's words stopped abruptly, and he suddenly turned his head to look back.

There was a crisp "click" sound from the neck, followed by the sound of gasping for air, the center of gravity shifted back, and it was no longer the thighs that supported his body, but the buttocks.
Yin Xuan beat his hands and sighed, "Oh, I was wrong, that man really looks like Cheng Canjun."

There was indeed a man in a white round-neck gown with a bushy beard passing by the door.

Duan Guan breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands, and said angrily: "Shop, what kind of eyes do you have, that man is much thinner than Cheng Chengjun."

Yin Xuan shook his head and said softly, "I haven't seen Cheng Canjun for half a day, and I miss him so much."

"But why did the guests get so excited when they heard Cheng Canjun's name?"

Duan Guan froze, slowly shifted his weight back, and replied: "I, like the store owner, miss Cheng Canjun very much. He, he, um... makes me feel very kind."

Yin Xuan's eyes lit up: "Do you also feel this way?"

Duan Guan nodded with a smirk.

I started to curse in my heart, who the hell would miss someone like Cheng Yaojin?Now when he thinks of Cheng Yaojin, his butt hurts.

Yin Xuan smiled playfully and said excitedly: "I thought I was the only one who felt this way."

"I didn't expect that we would hit it off so well."

Yin Xuan paused while speaking.

"How about this, when Cheng Canjun comes, we will sworn brothers with him, what do you think?"

Duan Guan was so frightened that he shook his head quickly: "No, I don't think so."

Yin Xuan patted his chest: "Don't worry, if we become brothers, I will give you a [-]% discount in the future."

[-]% off!

This made Duan Guan a little dazed, and the price of vegetables was directly reduced by half, which meant that he could eat twice as much food.

This made him very excited.

[-]% off!
But he still shook his head with difficulty: "I think this matter is still open to discussion."

Who is Cheng Yaojin?

That is his uncle who has no blood relationship, sworn sworn brothers with him?That means the seniority is messed up, if his father wants to beat him up, Cheng Yaojin will definitely beat him up too.

This men's doubles is not a matter of one kick or two kicks, nor is it a matter of running and running to escape the beating.

He is a person who can give a lot for delicious food, but...it doesn't mean that if he doesn't make a sworn vow with Cheng Yaojin, he can't come to Tongfu Restaurant to eat again.

If it's more expensive, it's better than dying.

Yin Xuan pretended to be very disappointed: "That's right, I was the one who was abrupt, you, the son of a high-ranking Duke, how could you look at us with such a white body."

Duan Guan quickly waved his hand: "Shopkeeper, how dare I have such thoughts."

"You have this skill, you are a great master, I am only the second son of the Duke, how can I compare with you, you are willing to be sworn brothers with me, it is because I am superior to you"

"It's just that we should be more cautious about this matter."

Duan Guan is not bragging about Yin Xuan, but he really thinks so.

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, except for a businessman, they cannot be officials.Not to mention the children of merchants, even among the three generations of relatives, if someone is in business, they cannot take the imperial examination.

Needless to say, scholars are a class born to be officials.

The remaining "farmers" and "workers", in terms of average level, are not as good as scholars, but the top level is no worse than scholars.

Those who are proficient in farming, even if they don't understand politics, can sit at the highest position of Minister of Si Nongsi, and that is a real official from the third rank.

For someone like Yin Xuan who is proficient in culinary arts, even if he can't sit in the positions of Guanglu Temple Minister and Honglu Temple Minister, he is more than enough to be a fourth-rank Shaoqing.

Although Duan Guan is the son of the duke of the state, his elder brother inherits the title, and his father is not a doting person. He also knows his own ability, he can be an official, but he cannot be a high official.

Is the status of a son of a country really great?
Throwing a brick into Pingkangfang can hit a group of princes.

It is not a skill to be under the shadow of one's parents.

Yin Xuan sighed, waved his hand, with a disappointed expression on his face.

My heart blossomed.

Duan Guan's reaction made him very satisfied.

Duan Guan forced a smile, sniffed the aroma in the restaurant, and changed the subject: "Shopkeeper, have you released any new dishes?"

Yin Xuan nodded: "That's right, I have two other dishes, fried pork and flaming mountain."

"It tastes delicious."

"That's right. Guest, in your current state, I'm afraid that some of these two dishes are not suitable for you."

As he spoke, he set his eyes on Duan Guan's buttocks.

Spicy, is to destroy from top to bottom.

Local pain is something that everyone who eats spicy food will experience.

Duan Guan patted his chest and said in a very grand manner, "Shopkeeper, there is nothing inappropriate, just serve it to me, and two more bowls of rice."