Madam, let's steam buns together

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Dabao rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion to deliver the first steamed bun that was just steamed today.

As he approached the gate of the prime minister's mansion, he became even more timid, lingering outside the gate of the prime minister's mansion, wanting to see Zhang Huaruo say a few words, but also afraid that he would not be able to speak well because he was too stupid to say the wrong thing, which would make Zhang Huaruo unhappy.

Holding the cage and walking back and forth, Yang Dabao hesitated, but he didn't dare to go up and knock on the door.

Because yesterday I made a special appointment with Yang Dabao to meet today, and because I slept very sweetly last night, it was rare for Zhang Huaruo to get up early, and after a brief wash, he sat in the hall of the outhouse, with his hands folded under his chin , lying on the table waiting for Yang Dabao to come.

Lycium barbarum brought some porridge and side dishes, and wanted Zhang Huaruo to eat some to satisfy his stomach: "Master, I don't know when he will come, so you can eat some first."

Zhang Huaruo lay on the table, glanced sideways at the medlar, with a warm smile on the corners of his mouth and eyebrows, he shook his head slightly: "No, I want to save my stomach to eat the buns he sent."

Lycium barbarum put the porridge on the table, and noticed that Zhang Huaruo had been looking outside, not willing to glance at the porridge on the table from the corner of his eyes, and was simply looking forward to a certain figure, looking forward to it.

Wolfberry stomped helplessly: "Alright, alright, I'll go and see if he's here. If he hasn't come, I'll go to his house to urge him."

If Yang Dabao hadn't woken up at this time, Gou Qizi would even dare to lift his bed directly and force him to get up to make steamed buns!

The young master got up so early and was waiting for him, how could he still fall asleep peacefully, hum!

As he said, the wolfberry ran away like a gust of wind, Zhang Huaruo couldn't stop him at all, he could only see the wolfberry disappearing in a flash.

Wolfberry came out of the gate, and before he had walked a few steps, he saw a figure behind the stone lion on the left side of the prime minister's mansion, muttering to the wall.

Lycium barbarum leaned closer and listened, and heard Yang Dabao muttering something. He was probably planning what to say to Zhang Huaruo after meeting with Zhang Huaruo later.

He could vaguely hear a few words, which were nothing more than some polite words after a meeting, but Yang Dabao didn't expect that he would even have to prepare for such a scene in advance.

Only then did Yang Dabao notice that someone was nearby, and he seemed to have heard him muttering to himself. He lowered his head in embarrassment, and turned around to run away, but the bun in his hand was still to be sent to the prime minister's mansion, and he really wanted to see Zhang Huaruo again. On the one hand, he hesitated or turned around to face the wolfberry.

Lycium barbarum with a serious face, pretending nothing happened just now, dragged him into the mansion: "What are you doing standing here, my young master just woke up early today, why don't you hurry up and deliver the buns yourself, lest My young master is starving."

This Yang Dabao's face looks like his own young master's, and he can't stand a joke. Gou Qizi doesn't want to tease people away because of his broken mouth, and it will be his young master who will be lost and sad.

Regarding Zhang Huaruo's attitude, Gou Qizi and Zhang's father are of the same mind, putting Zhang Huaruo's own ideas first in everything, as long as Zhang Huaruo likes them, they will have no other opinions.

The word "starving" really scared Yang Dabao a little. Yang Dabao hurried to follow the medlar, and said with concern: "Isn't the mansion preparing breakfast for the prime minister? If I deliver it late, don't you?" It will really starve your son to death."

Lycium barbarum sighed: "How dare the mansion not prepare food for the young master, but the young master has a small appetite and is a bit picky eater. Alas, I just like your buns and refuses to eat other things, even porridge. I want to save my stomach to eat the buns you made."

Hearing this, Yang Dabao was silent for a while, not knowing what to think.

Far away, Goji Zi yelled to get Zhang Huaruo ready: "Master, the steamed stuffed bun you want is here!"

Wolfberry actually wanted to shout in his heart—"Master, I brought you the Yang Dabao you want!" But he didn't dare to shout, the young master is thin-skinned, if he really shouted that, the young master would probably be ashamed He refused to come out to meet people.

Hearing the reminder from the wolfberry, Zhang Huaruo immediately sat upright, raised his hand and wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, so as not to get something on them without realizing it.

He glanced at the door, then quickly retracted his gaze, not wanting people to know that he was looking forward to meeting Yang Dabao so much. If other servants saw this, it would be embarrassing to spread it.

Restraint, basic restraint is still necessary.

Zhang Huaruo pursed his lips, and exhaled the breath slowly. When the goji berries brought Yang Dabao in, Zhang Huaruo was already much better, not as excited as he was at the beginning.

He raised his head and looked at each other.

At this moment, no matter how much preparation they had made in advance, it disappeared in an instant. The two looked away at the same time, both of them were shy.

Wolfberry looked at this scene, raised his eyebrows, and walked out wisely: "Well, I still have something to do, you guys chat first, I'll come back later."

Yang Dabao was not ready to be alone with Zhang Huaruo, and subconsciously wanted to keep the wolfberries. He inadvertently glanced at Zhang Huaruo who was looking up at him beforehand, then silently put the cage in front of Zhang Huaruo.

When the lid was opened, steam came out of the steaming steamed steamed stuffed buns, with a fragrant smell, and the person who hooked it moved his index finger.

Yang Dabao opened his mouth, squeezed his throat for a long time, and finally squeezed out a few words: "Eat...while it's hot."

"En." Zhang Huaruo responded, seeing that he was still standing, he reminded him: "Sit down too, don't stand."

"Oh good!" Yang Dabao sat down hastily, sitting beside him in a very cute posture.

The legs and knees were close together, and the two hands were placed on the knees obediently. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhang Huaruo.

If you look closely, you can still find that his clenched fists are trembling slightly, which shows how nervous he is.

Zhang Huaruo is so good-looking, I feel like I'm offending this exile-like figure if I look at it a few more times, but I can't help but want to look up a few times, see Zhang Huaruo clearly, and keep it in my heart.

Zhang Huaruo also forgot what to say for a while, so he thought about eating the buns first, thinking while eating, but as soon as his fingertips touched the hot surface of the buns, he was so hot that he withdrew his hand.

Yang Dabao happened to look up to see this scene, fearing that Zhang Huaruo would burn his hand, he hurriedly pulled the drawer in front of him, blaming himself: "This bun is too hot, don't hold it with your hands, show me if it is red? "

Zhang Huaruo held his hands in front of his chest, and shook his head: "It's not very hot, it's just that I didn't pay attention, it's okay."

Yang Dabao glanced at the other food on the table, and picked up the bowl of white porridge with his hands to feel the temperature.

The walls of the bowl are warm and the temperature is just right.

First put the porridge in front of Zhang Huaruo, and Yang Dabao said seriously: "Drink some porridge first. Although my vegetarian buns are vegetarian, there is still some vegetable oil in them. Your stomach is empty in the morning, so eat first." It’s better to order plain porridge.”

Since it was the white porridge that Yang Dabao put in front of him, Zhang Huaruo did not refuse, pursed his lips slightly, gave a slight "hmm" with a smile, and picked up the soup spoon to scoop up a mouthful of the white porridge.

Hmm, so sweet white porridge.

Couldn't help but took another sip, then quietly went to see what Yang Dabao was doing.

The other party was not looking at him all the time, and now he was concentrating on taking out the hot buns with chopsticks and putting them on an empty plate, where he gently fanned the temperature of the buns with the sleeve wind, and when they were not so hot, put the steamed buns on Push the plate in front of Zhang Huaruo.

"My steamed stuffed bun has a thin skin and a lot of stuffing, so it's good to drink with white porridge. This one shouldn't be so hot. Try it."

Zhang Huaruo took the chopsticks and accidentally touched Yang Dabao's with his fingers. Yang Dabao's face turned red instantly, and he quickly withdrew his hand and sat on the spot more cautiously, afraid that he would overstep.

Zhang Huaruo snickered inwardly, trying not to show it on the surface. He wanted to eat the buns with chopsticks, but the buns were too big and filled with heavy stuffing. After trying several times without success, he put down his chopsticks and reached for it.

The surface of the steamed stuffed bun is still warm, not as hot as it was before, and it is just when it is soft and ready to eat.

Zhang Huaruo ate slowly, the longer he ate this breakfast, the more he and Yang Dabao could stay together.

The quiet time together slowly passed, Zhang Huaruo wiped the corners of his mouth after eating a steamed bun, and took the initiative to start a conversation with Yang Dabao.

Because he found that if he didn't take the initiative to speak, Yang Dabao would probably be able to sit here and be a bored gourd until Zhang Huaruo finished the meal without saying a word.

"Did you eat it when you came out?" Zhang Huaruo thought for a while, and kept it simple, asking an ordinary question.

Yang Dabao realized that Zhang Huaruo was asking him, and quickly replied: "I've eaten a little, I'm not hungry."

"You sent a lot of steamed stuffed buns, and me and medlar can't finish them all. Would you like to eat some too?"

Yang Dabao scratched his head: "There is no reason for me to eat the buns sold to your prime minister's mansion. It's not very good."

Zhang Huaruo laughed: "It's okay, I let you eat, and you didn't take the initiative to take it. Besides, there are only two of us here, and I have been eating all by myself. It makes me feel a little weird that you sit there and watch." Sorry."

What Zhang Huaruo meant was simply to want Yang Dabao to accompany him to have breakfast, but Yang Dabao stood up abruptly after hearing this: "Then I'll go back first, so as not to disturb your breakfast, breakfast is very important , you must eat well."

Seeing that Yang Dabao really wanted to leave, Zhang Huaruo was anxious, angry and helpless, but still had a calm expression on his face.

His tone was soft, and his words were full of convincing meaning: "You don't have to leave in such a hurry, right? It's boring for me to eat alone. I just want you to accompany me and finish the food on this table together. If you are really in a hurry If you are really in a hurry to sell buns, then you should go first."

In the end, it was a bit embarrassing.

This time Yang Dabao finally listened to what Zhang Huaruo meant, and sat down again, rubbing his fingers helplessly: "Then... I'll just eat one, and accompany you."

Both of them were silent for a while again, this time Zhang Huaruo spoke out after careful consideration: "About our marriage..."

Yang Dabao was startled, and the joy in his heart was chilled by the words at the beginning of this half sentence.

His mind was full of thoughts: Sure enough, everything yesterday was just a dream. After a night of deliberation, the prime minister must have figured it out and planned to reject the marriage.

Yang Dabao couldn't help feeling depressed. He had already planned the life of the two of them for the next ten years after they got married, and tried to give Zhang Huaruo the best within his ability.

As expected, I was still wishful thinking, such a good-looking and gentle person deserves someone better to love him, not myself.

Yang Dabao sighed softly, he was already mentally prepared, and decided to calmly accept Zhang Huaruo's request for a divorce.

Zhang Huaruo didn't know that he had just started talking, and Zhang Dabao took advantage of this moment to come up with so many things.

Zhang Huaruo continued: "Everything is safe on my side, so I don't know what you think on the other side. I thought about it last night and found that I haven't asked you. You probably don't have anyone else you like... If You are just afraid that my father is the prime minister, so you dare not refuse, so you can tell me clearly now, I... I will not force others to do anything."

Speaking of this, Zhang Huaruo felt very guilty. He only cared about whether Yang Dabao would marry him, but he forgot such an important thing. If Yang Dabao had someone else in his heart, he would look like a In seizing love.

He wants to be with the person he likes, and wants to have an ordinary and happy life, but he doesn't want his happiness to be based on breaking up the happiness of others.

Zhang Huaruo slowed down his eating of buns, and waited nervously for Yang Dabao's answer.

Yang Dabao didn't expect Zhang Huaruo to say such words, these words made him stunned, he raised his face and looked at Zhang Huaruo in a daze.

Zhang Huaruo didn't intend to regret the marriage at all, but was worried that he was not willing?

Yang Dabao's heart surged with enthusiasm, how could he, Yang Dabao, be able to get Zhang Huaruo's careful and sincere heart towards him!