Madam, let's steam buns together

Yang Dabao was in a dazed state until he left the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He heard Prime Minister Zhang tell him that he should come to the Prime Minister's Mansion as soon as possible to formally propose marriage, and the three documents and six ceremonies must be complete. Since both parties have agreed, it's best not to go back on their word.

The words came to my ears clearly one by one, and my brain memorized these words, but I couldn't immediately discern what these words meant, I only knew how to nod subconsciously in agreement.

Yang Dabao looked back, and Prime Minister Zhang saw him off at the gate of the Zhang residence with a smile.

It's all so unreal.

Yang Dabao turned his head, and unconsciously walked towards his steamed stuffed bun stand with hands and feet. Halfway there, his brain, which had been stuck for a long time, finally started working again, and he realized what he had agreed to!

Marry, marry the son of the prime minister's family!

After realizing that what he promised was to marry Zhang Huaruo, Yang Dabao's brain crashed again, which was beyond the scope of his usual contact.

Who would have thought that he, a small family with no power and power, would be selected by the majestic prime minister's mansion to become the son-in-law of the prime minister's family!

Yang Dabao has always done his duty since he was a child, and never had any unrealistic wishes, but this matter is clearly even more unrealistic than those unrealistic extravagant hopes!

The stall owner next door who helped Yang Dabao look after the stall saw Yang Dabao came back, and greeted Yang Dabao as usual: "Dabao, you're back, they were so anxious just now, what can I do for you?"

The stall owner said that he was really just asking casually.

Yang Dabao responded stupidly, and replied without thinking: "Go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to deliver the buns."

Every day, Yang Dabao would send a basket of vegetarian steamed buns to the prime minister's mansion. Everyone around knew this and could understand it, because the steamed stuffed buns made by Yang Dabao were really delicious.

The stall owner next door withdrew his gaze, lowered his head to fiddle with his porcelain, and was about to yell a few words about selling his things, when he heard Yang Dabao continue talking there.

Yang Dabao: "They also asked me to go to the prime minister's mansion to propose marriage in a few days, and asked me to marry the son of the prime minister's family."

The stall owner next door: "..."

With a crisp click, the porcelain bowl in his hand shattered into two halves. Zhao Wuwen was so startled that his jaw almost fell to the ground, and he slowly turned his head to look at Yang Dabao in disbelief.

According to what he knew about Yang Dabao, this kid would not lie or brag, and what he said must be credible, and there was no possibility of deliberate deception or deception.

As we all know, there is only one son in the prime minister's mansion, the only son of prime minister Zhang, who is also rumored to be the most beautiful woman in the world, Zhang Huaruo!

Yang Dabao's eyes were clear, in stark contrast to the turbulent shock in Zhao Wuwen's eyes.

It took Zhao Wuwen a long time to find his tongue, and he stammered and asked again: "You... you said... what did you say, and... say it again?"

Yang Dabao answered nana: "They asked me to find a good matchmaker and prepare a letter of engagement to formally propose marriage to the prime minister."

"What! Proposing marriage with the Prime Minister?" Zhao Wuwen's surprise was not enough to shout out loud. He almost jumped up, and subconsciously refuted his own thoughts in his mind. It must not be what he thought, definitely not!

Third Sister Liu, who was selling porridge across the street, heard the commotion. Now is the time when the traffic is the least. Anyway, there is no business, so she walked over curiously. She didn't hear what Zhao Wuwen was calling, but only vaguely heard the word "marriage proposal".

Smiling, he asked Yang Dabao: "Dabao, a good thing is coming soon, which girl or young master are you going to propose marriage to?"

Without Yang Dabao's words, Zhao Wuwen had already explained to him excitedly: "Sister Liu, Dabao said that the people in the prime minister's mansion want him to marry the son of the prime minister's family!"

Third Sister Liu couldn't digest this information for a moment, and was immediately stunned on the spot: "What... what?"

Yang Dabao was afraid that they would attract more people to watch, so he lowered his head and refused to speak. The figure of Zhang Huaruo appeared in his mind, smiling gently at him, without any sign of disgust.

Such a good-looking person with such a good family background, would he really fall in love with a commoner like him?

Yang Dabao's heart was full of agitation, he was so messed up that he lost the intention of continuing to set up a stall to sell steamed buns. For the first time in his life, he closed the stall early and was going to go home and be alone, trying to figure out what happened today.

Both Liu Sanjie and Zhao Wuwen wanted to ask Yang Dabao clearly, but Yang Dabao shook his head but refused to mention it again, and pushed the wooden cart home.

As soon as he got home and sat down to drink a cup of hot water, there was a loud knock on the door. While Yang Dabao asked who it was, he rushed to open the door. The moment he opened the door, a strong scent of rouge came over his nostrils.

A group of men and women filed in, instantly crowding the small yard of Yang Dabao's house, which was not that big.

Yang Dabao looked at the clothes of these people and guessed their identities, he was a little surprised: "What are you here for?"

These people in front of them are all well-known local matchmakers, and they all looked at Yang Dabao with happy faces at this moment, with such eyes that they wished to see a hole in Yang Dabao's body.

Now that Yang Dabao asked, everyone started chatting.

"Dabao, isn't the news all over Chang'an City! Congratulations, you are about to become the son-in-law of the prime minister's mansion."

"I didn't expect you, Dabao, to be so silent on weekdays, but when you make a move, you are extraordinary!"

"I've arranged your marriage for you! Just leave it to me, Matchmaker Wang, and I promise to make it beautiful for you!"

"Leave it to me, Dabao, you must choose me as your matchmaker. What is the relationship between us? The marriage between your father and your mother was matched by my third aunt's daughter's aunt!"

……

They kept talking, and Yang Dabao heard from their words that they had already received the news from the prime minister's mansion, and they took the initiative to contact him, asking him to choose one of them as a matchmaker to help him complete the three books and six rituals process.

That's right, how could the prime minister's mansion choose a son-in-law so big a matter that it could be kept a secret. It has only been half a day and it has already spread throughout Chang'an City. I don't know how many people will come to his house.

There are so many matchmakers, and Yang Dabao is not familiar with many of them. I really don't know who to choose, and I can't make a decision at the moment.

There was another knock on the door, and more people came to Yang Dabao's house in a hurry after getting the news. The group of people who had already come in became more anxious and announced the preferential conditions one after another.

"I don't charge money from matchmakers! Matchmaking for free!"

"I, I, I, not only do I not accept money from matchmakers, but I am also willing to give you ten taels upside down. Choose me, choose me!"

"I give 20 taels!"

"I give 50 taels!"

"I give 100 taels!"

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, and for some reason, he still shouted the price, and there was a tendency to shout more and more exaggeratedly, Yang Dabao was completely stunned by such a scene, and quickly stopped it: "Everyone, calm down, be quiet!"

After a while, the noisy crowd died down, and they looked at Yang Dabao eagerly, hoping that he would choose him as a matchmaker to take care of the marriage in the prime minister's residence.

Yang Dabao told everyone embarrassingly: "I... I haven't made up my mind yet. When I do, I will naturally go to you."

After all, the matchmaker and the matchmaker in the small courtyard were finally sent out. Yang Dabao closed the door, but now he dared not open it casually.

Looking at the empty yard in an instant, Yang Dabao let out a long sigh. He still hesitated in his heart, not because he disliked Zhang Huaruo and didn't want to marry Zhang Huaruo, but Yang Dabao felt that getting married is a lifelong event, and he was very willing to marry Zhang Huaruo, but he didn't know Zhang Huaruo can adapt to marrying him.

Looking at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhang Huaruo's house is already bigger than his family's whole land including the house and the yard. Can such a pampered son and young master really adapt to living a poor and ordinary life with a small businessman like him?

Yang Dabao didn't want to rely on the influence of the prime minister's mansion to let him become an official. He only wanted to sell buns, and he only wanted to live an ordinary life with his own hands. I don't know how many grades to drop rapidly.

He is used to this kind of life, but he doesn't know if Zhang Huaruo can accept it.

While thinking wildly, there was another knock on the door, this time there was only one person knocking on the door, Yang Dabao hesitated, and asked politely who it was.

The visitor replied: "I, wolfberry!"

Could it be that Zhang Huaruo's close servant Wolfberry's clear and domineering voice.

Yang Dabao hurriedly opened the door for him, and looked around defensively, for fear that those people outside the door would break in again regardless of the obstruction, but found that there was no one outside the door at this time.

Lycium barbarum told Yang Dabao proudly: "I drove them away. The young master guessed that there would be a lot of trouble on your side, so he asked me to come and help you so that they would not hinder you from setting up a stall and doing business, but he didn't expect that you I have already closed the stall and went home. Anyway, I am here to help you drive those people away from the door, and act as a black face so that you will not offend those people."

If Yang Dabao keeps shutting them out, it will inevitably dissatisfy those who are the most talkative, and some bad gossip will spread at that time. Using medlar to be the villain who drives away customers is better than Yang Dabao's. It is more efficient, and those people dare not speak ill of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Yang Dabao hurriedly thanked the wolfberry, and the wolfberry waved his hand. Although he was very reluctant, he still had to be polite to Yang Dabao. After all, this person would soon become his uncle, so he couldn't be too negligent.

Wolfberry continued: "I have one more thing to do here, to deliver a message for my young master."

Yang Dabao looked at the wolfberry nervously, and couldn't think of Zhang Huaruo would send someone over to tell him something.

Lycium barbarum cleared his throat with a light cough, and imitated his young master's voice: "Although the marriage of the two families has been settled verbally, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, I hope you can come to propose marriage as soon as possible and set the date of marriage."

"This... Prime Minister has already told me once." Yang Dabao said hesitantly.

Wolfberry glared at him: "That's what the master meant, what I said was the young master, can it be the same!"

Yang Dabao kept quiet and didn't dare to say anything, but he felt very strange in his heart, why did the son of the prime minister's mansion who was the most worried about kissing him want to marry him so impatiently?I really can't wait.

Of course he didn't understand, because he didn't know that someone had liked him for a long, long time.

Lycium barbarum coughed again, drawing Yang Dabao's attention back: "What I said just now was only the first half of the sentence, I'm going to say the second half of the next sentence."

Yang Dabao listened attentively.

Two incense sticks ago, in the prime minister’s mansion, Zhang Huaruo’s voice was gentle, and he told Gou Qizi earnestly: “You have to tell him that he must not forget about the marriage proposal, and he must start working, but he must also not forget to deliver buns to the mansion every day, and he will also do it tomorrow.” Be sure to remember to send it."

Wolfberry couldn't help but said with emotion: "Master, you really don't see him every day like three autumns!"