Madam, let's steam buns together

"I never regarded you as an outsider." Ling Jingxuan wanted to keep Zhang Huaruo. If Zhang Huaruo left, not only would he not come back, but he would no longer be willing to admit that he was his child.

What Zhang Huaruo is doing now is refusing to recognize and return to his ancestors.

Zhang Huaruo turned his head and glanced at Shen Yan: "Master Ling's family tree is so prosperous, so why add another Huaruo." Zhang Huaruo walked to Yang Dabao's side, and said softly, "Let's go."

Ling Jingxuan wanted to stop him, but when he grabbed Zhang Huaruo, he withdrew his hand. He suddenly asked Zhang Huaruo, "Do you want to take a look at your mother?"

Hearing this, Zhang Huaruo really stopped. This is Ling Jingxuan's study room. Zhang Huaruo scanned around slowly. Except for some famous landscape paintings, there were no portraits of women on the wall.

Seeing that Zhang Huaruo stopped, Ling Jingxuan hurriedly ordered Ling Checheng: "Che'er, go and settle down Shen Yan and Shen Mi, and when you come back later, I still have something to ask you alone."

Ling Checheng was in a good mood at the moment, his whole body seemed to shake off the gloom all of a sudden, exuding the brilliance it should have, leading Shen Yan and Shen Mi to leave first, and handing over this place to Ling Jingxuan and Zhang Huaruo.

Zhang Huaruo asked Yang Dabao to go back to their residence to prepare his bags, while he stayed in Ling Jingxuan's study.

However, to Yang Dabao's surprise, Zhang Huaruo came back just as he and Gouqizi started to pack their bags, with a scroll of paintings in their hands. Failed to keep him.

Yang Dabao asked: "Did you really just leave like this? She..." Do you really not care about Mrs. Luo's final outcome?

Zhang Huaruo knew what Yang Dabao wanted to ask, so he smiled lightly: "I don't care."

Killing pays for life, if Luo Wan'er dies, she deserves what she deserves, if Luo Wan'er doesn't die... Sometimes, living is better than dying.

If Zhang Huaruo was determined to leave, Ling Jingxuan didn't even have time to see Zhang Huaruo off, when a servant came to report that Zhang Huaruo had left the villa.

Zhang Huaruo didn't go back to Chang'an city directly, but went to the snow mountain by detour. He stood in front of Xiao Lingling's tombstone for a long time.

This glance is not only the first meeting, but it may also be a farewell.

"Mother, you don't have a good eye for people." Zhang Huaruo wiped off the snow on the stone tablet, knelt down, and said goodbye to Xiao Lingling for the last time, "If I can survive this calamity, maybe I will come again Look at you, if you fail, today will be our last meeting."

"I used to think about what it would be like when we reunited, and I also suspected that I was abandoned by you, but I never thought it would be like this."

The biological father is still alive, but Zhang Huaruo doesn't want to recognize him, and the biological mother has passed away. Zhang Huaruo learned about her from others, and she is the model of mother Zhang Huaruo most wants to have in his heart.

Touching the cold tombstone with his fingers, Zhang Huaruo's eyes were filled with tears: "It would be great if you were still alive."

In this way, I can have the best father in the world, referring to Zhang Xieyi, the best husband, and the best mother in the world.

Fate is like this sometimes, but it just doesn't make people happy, so we have to leave some regrets.

The snow-capped mountain is very cold, even if you wear layer after layer, you can't withstand the long and bitter chill. Yang Dabao wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhang Huaruo's eyes. Zhang Huaruo looked up at him. Both of them were speechless, but they could already sense each other tacitly What I think at this moment.

Zhang Huaruo stood up with the help of Yang Dabao's arm, and said lightly, "Let's go."

Time to go home.

There is not much time left, so he has to cherish the time spent with the people around him, and remember every bit of it deep in his memory.

After returning to Chang'an City, life was as usual, during which Zhang Xieyi came to visit Zhang Huaruo, he could not stay long because of Zhang Huaruo's affairs, he came and left in a hurry.

Zhang Huaruo wanted to keep Zhang Xieyi to stay for a few more days, but seeing Zhang Xieyi's resolute eyes full of reluctance, after all, he didn't say the words to keep Zhang Xieyi. .

What if?What if there is another way in the world to detoxify Zhang Huaruo!

The steamed stuffed bun shop that Dabao’s family promised to open will not be open for a long time, and the steamed stuffed bun stall will not be open. It has been so long since I have eaten steamed buns made by Yang Dabao. , asking Yang Dabao when to reopen the stall.

After hearing the news that Yang Dabao said that it is impossible to set up a stall in a short time, some people are willing to spend a lot of money to ask Yang Dabao to come to make steamed buns: "The third young master of my family has eaten the steamed buns you made last time, and I have never forgotten them. I heard that you Now that we’re back in Chang’an City, why don’t you eat it again, or you’ll have to go to the kitchen of our house to make some steamed buns for my young master, we’ve prepared all the ingredients, only your skillful hands are missing.”

As he spoke, he took out a bank note worth 100 taels from his pocket.

Yang Dabao didn't expect his steamed buns to be so popular, he was both happy and helpless: "It's not a question of more money and less money."

Seeing that Yang Dabao was about to close the door and go back to the house, someone hurriedly grabbed Yang Dabao's arm: "It won't take much time for you to go back and forth. If you need it, I can prepare a dozen or so cooks to help you!"

Yang Dabao hesitated for a while, but finally rejected him. The other party had a good temper, so he was rejected like this

None of them got angry, just sighed and shook their heads, ready to leave.

These days, even 100 taels of steamed stuffed buns can’t impress people, alas, alas!

Before he could leave, the door behind him opened again with a creak, and the man immediately turned around happily: "Have you changed your mind?"

He saw that the person standing at the door was not the Yang Dabao he had seen just now, but a banished fairy who looked like a fairy who had fallen from the mortal world.

It was wolfberry who ran over and shook him awake: "Don't look at it, don't look at it, hurry up and prepare the carriage, my young master has agreed to do this business!"

"Ah?" The servant of Fang's mansion finally came back to his senses, showing an even more joyful expression, "Okay, okay, I'll make arrangements now."

Watching the servant walk away, Yang Dabao was still a little confused: "Madam, why do you agree?"

Zhang Huaruo glanced at him and smiled: "Don't think I didn't see that your hands are itchy these days. When you pass by the kitchen, you always look like you want to get into it. You can make such an income by making steamed buns. Why not Go? Just to relieve your itchy hands."

Zhang Huaruo sighed leisurely, "It's boring to be together all day, why not go with you. Otherwise, you can reopen the stall in these two days, and I will accompany you."

Yang Dabao took Zhang Huaruo's hand, sincerely: "I want to spend more time with you."

Zhang Huaruo winked mischievously at him: "We've always been together."

Goji berries outside the door covered their eyes: "I didn't see it, I didn't see it, it's been a long time since I got tired of being together again."

Zhang Huaruo waved at the goji berries, and the goji berries ran back to Zhang Huaruo thumpingly: "Master?"

Zhang Huaruo gave wolfberry some money: "Take it to buy candy, don't stay by my side every day, you should live your own life."

Obviously it should be a happy thing, but Gou Qizi couldn't be happy: "To be by the young master's side is the good life Gou Qizi wants to live!"

Zhang Huaruo rubbed the wolfberry's head, and the wolfberry covered her head all at once, pouted: "Don't rub it, it won't grow tall."

Sure enough, Zhang Huaruo still had a childish temper, and Zhang Huaruo smiled: "Go out to play today, meet friends, go where you want to go, and eat what you want to eat."

The servants of Fang's mansion had already brought the carriage over. Seeing that Zhang Huaruo really wanted him to go out and have a good time, Gou Qizi didn't refuse in the end, took the money from Zhang Huaruo, and ran away like a carnival.

just.

When he ran to a place where Zhang Huaruo couldn't see, Gou Qizi slowly put down his footsteps. He looked back to make sure that the young master and uncle could not see him from this angle. He lowered his head and looked unhappy.

Lycium barbarum wandered aimlessly, and unknowingly came to the door of a wine shop. The strong aroma of wine wafted on the street, which attracted medlar very much today.

Wolfberry looked at the silver in his hand, and remembered Zhang Huaruo's confession, he murmured a little angrily: "I'm not a kid anymore, what kind of candy do I eat, I don't want to buy candy." He fixedly looked at the signboard of the restaurant, Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the wine shop.

The owner of the wine shop recognized the wolfberry: "Hey, it's the little wolfberry. Come to buy wine for your uncle? What's new about him this time, let me tell the little wolfberry."

I came here to spend my own money to buy wine for myself. Goji berries are full of confidence and hold their heads high: "Bring me a pot of your most fragrant, purest and best drinking wine. I want to drink it here!"

The owner of the restaurant was still lowering his head to settle accounts, but when he heard this, he looked up at the wolfberry, quite surprised: "Do you want to drink?"

"Yes!" Lycium barbarum nodded with great certainty, he had never drank much, he had only had a drink at the young master's wedding banquet when he was so old, and his throat became hot after just drinking that mouthful of wolfberry bark, now recalling that time I feel that wolfberry is still a little bit scary, so I added another sentence, "The most important thing is that it tastes good!"

Lycium barbarum is not an immature child, he has already reached the age where he can drink. Naturally, the owner of the restaurant will not refuse this business. He turns around and scans the row of wine on the wine rack, and picks a sweet fruit wine for Lycium barbarum. He didn't dare to pour a pot for medlar, but only poured half a pot for him: "This is mulberry wine. It smells like a fragrance of new wood and mulberries. It's slightly sweet and not strong. It's the best fruit wine here. ,You can have a try."

Lycium barbarum stood on tiptoe and sniffed it closely, and sure enough, it smelled a sweet fragrance, almost no smell of wine. Lycium barbarum felt relieved: "That's all."

The owner of the restaurant asked again: "Would you like to order some food?"

Lycium barbarum thought for a while, and drinking dry wine is really boring: "Then have a plate of boiled edamame, and another plate of braised duck!"

"You know how to eat." The owner of the restaurant smiled, and ordered the waiter in the shop to bring the jug and wine glass to the seat chosen by Gou Qizi. After a while, the two dishes Gou Qizi wanted were served.

The business of the wine shop is good. At this time, there are already many people drinking, among them there are many drunkards. Goji berries, born in a young age, look white and tender, so they are naturally more eye-catching than the old men around them. Many, no, the drunken man next to him accidentally caught such a cute young man sitting at the next table, his eyes straightened immediately.

"Hey, where is this little beauty, drinking alone here?"