Madam, let's steam buns together

One month later, it was approaching dusk, and unlike other places that were deserted, the East Street of Chang'an City was still bustling. Shops and vendors on both sides were busy preparing for the festival, and the whole long street was covered with all kinds of lanterns. Colorful, peaceful and happy.

Today is Lantern Festival.

Yang Dabao originally planned to continue the business at night, but was persuaded by wolfberry.

Goji berries couldn't hide their thoughts at all, and their joy was beyond words, but today happened to be the Lantern Festival, Yang Dabao didn't think so much, he only thought that the goji berries were happy for the Lantern Festival.

Under the persuasion of wolfberry, Yang Dabao compromised: "Okay, I will close the shop later and take you to the front to participate in the Lantern Festival."

Finally, Yang Dabao was persuaded, and Gou Qizi retired. In order to avoid making too many mistakes, Gou Qizi quickly slipped away: "I'm going to tell the guys that they can also go back early to reunite with their families and go to the Lantern Festival." Play at the festival!"

……family.

... reunion.

These two words instantly poked Yang Dabao's heart, he froze in place, and it took him a while to recover.

Wolfberry had already run away, how did he know that his unintentional words would overwhelm Yang Dabao's heart.

Yang Dabao tidied up the chopping board indiscriminately, walked all the way from the kitchen to the facade, staring at the bustling scene on the front street in a daze.

It has been almost a month since Zhang Huaruo left.

They saved a little bit that night, and Zhang Xieyi rushed over early the next morning, and asked Zhang Huaruo impatiently, "Hua Ruo, is everything you said in your letter true?"

Zhang Huaruo dismissed Yang Dabao and invited Zhang Xieyi to the house for a detailed discussion. Around noon, Ye Wentian also rushed over, and the three of them just discussed things in the room, while the other three waited outside the house. It was Yang Dabao, Gouqizi and He Liao, the three stared at each other, wondering why the three people in the room insisted on excluding the three of them.

He Lie is not such a quiet person. After waiting quietly for half an hour, he gradually couldn't hold back. He quietly leaned close to the wall to eavesdrop on something, but he could only vaguely hear something like "White Artemisia" and "Flower Stamens" The eyes of the words can't be heard clearly.

In the room, Ye Wentian and Zhang Huaruo are identifying the ten herbs on the painting together. Although there are only ten herbs, fortunately, the first and last herbs of the Twelve Yins are already determined. What kind of herb is the poison of the second taste is ready to come out.

Qin Buyi didn't turn over those medicine bags back then, so he didn't see the names on the back of the medicine bags. He just sneaked in to check it out. After so many years, he can still clearly remember what those herbs looked like. , is already the memory that very people can have.

A painting that came out of nowhere, no one can guarantee the authenticity of the order, now it is up to them to see if they dare to try it.

Both Ye Wentian and Zhang Xieyi were against it. In their opinion, the risk was too great. They were willing to take the risk, but they did not dare to take such a big risk.

Not to mention whether the sequence in this painting is true or not, the fact that the origin is unknown makes them dare not bet on Zhang Huaruo's life.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Zhang Huaruo has not made a statement. After hearing the doubts of Ye Wentian and Zhang Xieyi, he doesn't know how to go forward, but now he needs someone to make the final decision, and that person is himself.

Regardless of the attitudes of Ye Wentian and Zhang Xieyi, the final decision is in Zhang Huaruo's own hands.

Zhang Huaruo brushed his finger over the extremely simple wooden table in the room, and his mind was filled with bits and pieces of these days. He once thought that he could leave calmly, as long as he had memories, but when it was time to make a decision, He found that he was still unavoidable, and he was still greedy.

"I want to try."

Zhang Huaruo turned around and looked at his father and master, "I don't have any more time to procrastinate, do I?"

That night, the six of them gathered at Yang Dabao's house for a sumptuous family banquet. During the dinner, Zhang Xieyi took out two altars of good wine and drank happily with Yang Dabao. Yang Dabao didn't want to refute his father-in-law In addition, Zhang Huaruo didn't stop him, and unknowingly drank one cup after another, and it was noon the next day when he woke up.

The room that was bustling yesterday suddenly became deserted today, and all the other people disappeared. If there was not a medlar there, Yang Dabao even wondered whether everything in the past year was just a sweet dream for him.

Now—waking up from the dream?

Lycium barbarum told Yang Dabao according to Zhang Huaruo's instructions: "Ye Yixian found a way to detoxify the young master, and took the young master to detoxify. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in ten days and a half months. The young master said, let you take advantage of this time Spread the buns, so that when the poison on his body is cured, he can come back to be the proprietress..."

After Yang Dabao listened in a daze, in fact, his mind was clear: "Can he... really come back?"

"Yes, yes!" Wolfberry replied excitedly, "Ye Yixian is sure, but the young master just thinks it's too difficult to say goodbye, why don't you just leave like this, anyway, you'll be back in a few days anyway, there's no need to be so sad. "

"Yeah." Yang Dabao smiled hard, "I'll wait for him here."

"Don't just wait, the young master said, let you open the shop, don't delay any longer."

"Okay, I'm going to make preparations now, and try to open the shop before the day after tomorrow."

Lycium barbarum na na: "You don't have to rush like this, do you?"

Yang Dabao has already arranged his appearance and is ready to go out: "Isn't he going to be the proprietress when he comes back? Open the shop early, after the busiest period, he will be able to be a leisurely proprietress as soon as he comes back."

Yang Dabao abandoned all distracting thoughts and started to run his steamed stuffed bun shop wholeheartedly. Sure enough, the business was booming as soon as it opened. I don’t know how many people in Chang’an City are looking forward to Yang Dabao’s opening of the steamed bun shop. Most of them are because of Yang Dabao’s craftsmanship. Some of them have selfish intentions, thinking that once Yang Dabao opens the bun shop, Zhang Huaruo will always appear in the bun shop, so they will have the opportunity to see beauties from time to time.

It's a pity that the wishful thinking of this small group of people came to nothing. From the opening of the bun shop to now, Zhang Huaruo has never appeared.

The promised ten days and half a month, now it's almost a month...

Yang Dabao was still in a daze looking at the red lights that were gradually lighting up not far away, until the medlar called him several times, Yang Dabao was distracted from his memories, and when he turned his head, the bun shop had finished resting and almost closed the door.

Yang Dabao helped close the door, said goodbye to the shop assistants with a smile, and then walked through the alley with medlars to the East Street, which was a street in front of their shop. Large lanterns are hung on the street, and most passers-by carry a lantern in their hands.

Wolfberry happily ran to a lantern stand: "The lanterns I ordered at your place a few days ago, are they ready?"

"It's ready, it's done." The stall owner hurriedly took out a daffodil-shaped lantern from the big box behind him. It was very delicate. The scattered white petals were red against the wick, and it looked good and stable in his hand. .

Wolfberry was very satisfied with the lantern made by the stall owner, and he paid the final payment readily. When he turned around, the uncle was still standing far away, so he quickly waved to him to come over.

Yang Dabao looked at the happy goji berries, and was lost in a daze.

When Zhang Huaruo left for half a month, Yang Dabao really wanted to ask about Zhang Huaruo's wolfberry, but he didn't dare to ask. He was afraid of getting the answer that he didn't want to hear, so he had to keep asking and knowing. When Zhang Huaruo was still alive, the poison on his body was difficult to cure, and he needed more time to take care of his body.

Something was stuffed in his hand, Yang Dabao subconsciously caught it, and when he lowered his head, it turned out that it was the daffodil lantern, and the wolfberries were lighting the wick.

Lycium barbarum ramblingly said: "Narcissus has a good meaning. If you hold it in your hand, my uncle, you will have good luck tonight!"

Wolfberry seems to be very happy today, the whole person is frizzy, and when there is no rest, after lighting the wicks of the lantern for Yang Dabao, he is attracted by the food on the roadside again, with a look of gluttony: "Mr. The custom of the Lantern Festival, if you want to walk from the street to the end of the street, you go first, I will go to play by myself, and we will meet here later?"

After all, the wolfberry went to buy delicious food, regardless of Yang Dabao's mood.

Yang Dabao has no interest in the Lantern Festival, no matter how beautiful the lanterns are, and no matter how lively the streets are, it is not as good as having that person by his side to accompany him.

However, since you are here, you might as well take a walk.

Yang Dabao was walking slowly with a lantern in his hand. People were moving around him continuously, reflecting familiar or unfamiliar faces. Yang Dabao thought, how nice it would be if he could see him?

If there was his Lantern Festival, I would definitely be happy to have a good time.

It was as if God had heard Yang Dabao's wish, and Yang Dabao seemed to see a figure similar to Zhang Huaruo in the crowd in a trance, and he instantly became energetic and rushed to catch up.

The person who was chased by him turned his head and saw a strange face, looking at Yang Dabao suspiciously: "Brother?"

Yang Dabao realized that he had misread it, and was disappointed and embarrassed: "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

The man didn't do anything, turned around and left, Yang Dabao looked at his back, feeling a little lost.

This person's back doesn't look like Madam at all, how could I get it wrong?

Yang Dabao looked down at his daffodil lantern, and murmured to it: "If you can really bring good luck, let me see my wife again."

With his head down, another narcissus lantern appeared in his field of vision, which was exactly the same as the one in Yang Dabao's hand.

Yang Dabao looked up along the lantern, and saw a man wearing a veiled bamboo hat standing in front of him, his figure... just like Zhang Huaruo.

Yang Dabao instantly wet his eyes, sure enough, he missed him so much that he was hallucinating!

In Yang Dabao's hazy field of vision, Zhang Huaruo raised his hand to caress the corners of Yang Dabao's eyes, wiping away those tears.

Yang Dabao suddenly didn't want the hallucination to disappear too quickly, the feeling of this touch was too real, making people want to stop at this moment and take it as reality.

Finally, after his visual and tactile hallucinations, even his auditory hallucinations——

Zhang Huaruo's voice: "Why are you crying, I want to surprise you, shouldn't you be happy now?"

Happy, of course happy!Even if this is just my fantasy... eh?

Yang Dabao suddenly came back to his senses, staring blankly at the "illusion" in front of him that hadn't dissipated for a long time.

Zhang Huaruo raised the veil to reveal his own face, and smiled softly, "I'm back to be the proprietress."

There was a sudden noise in the normally lively flow of people, the wolfberry mouth was full of delicious food, listening to the sound, I stood on tiptoe and took a look there, the crowd was so crowded, I didn't see anything.

"Yes... yes... it's Zhang Huaruo, Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Huaruo put down the veil, took Yang Dabao's hand and started running suddenly, those people who were eager to approach him also started to run, and if they didn't notice, Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao were no longer in their eyes, and they returned lost , the crowd gradually returned to normal.

Yang Dabao and Zhang Huaruo were hiding behind a small stall. The two squatted on the ground. After making sure that no one was chasing them outside, they breathed a sigh of relief and turned their heads to look at each other.

For some reason, Zhang Huaruo recalled the picture of this scene, when he was a child, he hid at Yang Dabao's house in order to avoid the rebel officers and soldiers. When Yang Dabao accidentally found him, this was the picture.

The only difference is that now he is holding Yang Dabao's hand.

Yang Dabao looked at Zhang Huaruo, who was close at hand, and didn't know what to say. After a while, he said, "... Madam seems to be much healthier than before."

Zhang Huaruo smiled: "Just want to tell me this?"

Yang Dabao hesitated for a while, hesitant to speak, and when he spoke again, he only uttered: "... just come back."

There was a sudden explosion in the night sky not far away, and it was the fireworks of the Lantern Festival. Yang Dabao was attracted by the explosion, and subconsciously raised his head to take a look. He didn't notice it for a moment, but there was a fleeting warm touch on his cheek.

"Well, just come back."

Zhang Huaruo murmured softly while looking at the brilliant fireworks.

Some people like a bright and flawless life, but he only wants a small world, just like this small corner, where he can quietly guard the person he likes, which is enough.