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

The news that Yin Xuan is going to become the Duke of the State is basically known to all the guests in the restaurant.

The eunuch told the news in the front hall that day.

Xue Rengui personally hung the banner saying "Congratulations to Duke Zhengyang on the promotion of Duke Qin" on the wall above the counter. He didn't intend to do such a shameful thing.

But this banner was written by Yin Xuan himself.

He didn't want to hang up, and there was only one choice.

Xue Rengui did not leave Chang'an during this time, he needs to get acquainted with the soldiers of Datang, after all he is the main general of the expedition to Persia a few months later.

By the way, under Yin Xuan's instruction, the equipment of these troops was properly upgraded, although the firearms in their hands were still relatively outdated.

Li Shimin arrived early in the morning, he was a little puzzled, why didn't he receive the invitation card - his daughter didn't bring these things back.

I asked Wei Zheng and the others, but these people also didn't receive the invitation.

Even Tung Fook restaurants are not prepared to close down.

He was very curious about how Yin Xuan planned to hold such a celebration.

As soon as he entered the door, what made him more satisfied was that Yin Xuan was sitting upright behind the counter in court attire. So silly.

Li Shimin called Di Renjie over and was just about to order.

Di Renjie bowed to him first, and apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry, my guest, we will suspend ordering now."

Li Shimin was stunned.

"After a while, officials from the imperial court will come to preach the memorial of the imperial court and reward the shopkeeper. In order to save face for the imperial court, we will stop ordering for a while."

"Wait until the presentation is over before ordering."

Li Shimin's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition: "Wouldn't Zhengyang celebrate it, such a big event..."

Di Renjie nodded: "The shopkeeper said he wanted to celebrate, but he did tell me so."

The bad premonition in Li Shimin's heart became stronger, he always felt... Yin Xuan was about to do something jaw-dropping.

After a while, officials from the Ministry of Rites came over.

Seriously, solemnly and lively, he read the parallel essay written by Li Shimin himself.

Xue Rengui braced himself and was the first to clap his hands, shouting loudly: "Congratulations to Mr. Zhengyang!"

Then, he took out a firework tube from his arms, twisted it slightly, and with a bang, the firework exploded, and ribbons and confetti floated out of it.

The guests in the restaurant also reacted, and they also applauded and celebrated.

Yin Xuan smiled, thanked them with a handcup, and waved his hand: "Today, I am treating guests with a glass of fruit juice. What flavor do you want, just tell Huaiying."

Huaiying is Di Renjie's name.

This little boy's scalp is a little numb now. He has always been proud of his memory, but in this case, he touched his bosom and took out a pen and paper. It's time to use these things.

And then…

Yin Xuan took off his court clothes, revealing the casual clothes inside, turned around and went to the kitchen to cook.

The celebration is over, it's time to get down to business.

Di Renjie also began to receive guests.

Li Shimin was a little dumbfounded.

That's it?

Is this the end?
Is this the celebration that Yin Xuan swore to promise before?
Not to mention Li Shimin, even the guests in the restaurant didn't react. They raised their hands, wondering if they should continue to applaud.

What happened in that instant?
It seems to be celebrating that Duke Zhengyang has become a Duke?

But... Seeing Di Renjie and Xue Rengui, who buried his head deeply in his arms and was not going to see anyone for a while, he always felt that everything that happened just now was an illusion.

After lunch was over and Yin Xuan came out of the kitchen, Li Shimin leaned over and asked, "What was the hasty thing just now?"

Yin Xuan looked at him suspiciously: "Can't you see it? It's a celebration."

Li Shimin pursed his lips and looked deeply at Yin Xuan: "Of course I know it's a celebration, but...why is it so hasty."

Yin Xuan looked back at the banner on the counter, a little strange: "Why is it so hasty, I have been preparing since the day before yesterday, and I am very careful."

"That firework was made for Fengchao to work overtime to study it."

Ok…

After Yin Xuan put forward his request, Fengchao worked overtime for about half an hour to get this thing out.

A firework tube is not difficult to make.

Li Shimin couldn't refute. If the scene just now hadn't happened in front of his eyes, he would have really believed Yin Xuan's nonsense and felt that he was serious.

He could only see from Yin Xuan's face that the words "perfunctory" were all over it.

But everything has already happened, what else can I do?

Could it be that people from the Ministry of Rites are going to read it again?
"Forget it, that's it." Li Shimin sighed weakly and waved his hands.

Yin Xuan chuckled, rolled the roll, and it let out a comfortable hum.

Li Shimin didn't have time to argue with Yin Xuan either, he was very busy now, after fighting with Gun Gun, he turned around and went back to the imperial city to continue dealing with affairs.

Datang is also seriously preparing for future battles.

It is a novel thing to fight against an enemy thousands of miles away. There has never been such a war before.

Even the current Datang must be taken seriously.

Artunes was probably the most heartless person ever.

He lived very comfortably in Datang during this period. The two hundred Wen was not all his expenses in Datang, but a monthly fee. After one month expires, another two hundred Wen will arrive. in his hand.

But even so, on the premise that someone occasionally invites him to dinner, the two hundred coins are still not enough to spend, and it will be bottomed out in only half a month.

Gotta make money.

He also asked the ranger who followed him if he could go out and do some money-making work.

I don't know why, Artunes looked at the ranger's face, first he screwed up, and then he felt that watching a show is not a big deal, he laughed, and then said, "If you don't think it's embarrassing, no If you don’t want to lose face in Persia, then go.” Such words.

Artunes was a little puzzled.

Although he has only been here for a month, he has a somewhat rough understanding of Datang.

It is not a shame to use one's knowledge to make money in Datang, on the contrary, this is something that even Zhengyang Gong encouraged.

Would it be embarrassing to teach Persian to the people of Tang Dynasty to make money?
For some reason, when Artunes expressed his thoughts, he was surprised to find that the ranger was a little disappointed.

Teaching Persian to make money is a good idea, but only a good idea.

Most Tang people are unwilling to learn these things.

Only occasionally a few people who want to study other languages ​​come to the door, and the fee is very low, only [-] Wen a week.