Madam, let's steam buns together

Zhang Huaruo originally thought that the wolfberry accidentally fell when he climbed in through the window, but he never thought that his father followed the wolfberry to do this sneaky thing. Mi sits down.

He complained slightly: "It's fine to come in through the main entrance, what kind of window do you climb?"

Zhang Xieyi rubbed her nose, feeling a little guilty: "The little emperor's cronies are all guarding outside. I heard Gou Qizi say that he came here drunk. I'm not afraid of scaring the snake."

Zhang Huaruo was speechless, and the hand rubbing Zhang Xieyi's waist secretly exerted strength. Zhang Xieyi felt pain and comfort, lying on the table, twisting her old waist to support herself.

"Why, Dad, are you still afraid of what he will do to me?"

Zhang Xieyi believed in the little emperor's character, but he only believed in the sober little emperor. If the little emperor was really drunk, who could guarantee that he would not do anything bad.

Looking at Zhang Huaruo's current state, nothing should have happened. Zhang Xieyi calmed down and began to change the subject: "Buzhuang sent the wedding dress yesterday. Have you tried it on? Does it fit? ?”

Zhang Huaruo checked Zhang Xieyi's body for any other injuries from the fall, and replied, "It's tailor-made, how could it not fit."

"Then quickly put it on and show it to my father."

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime event. Let's wear it to show Dad when that day comes. I want Dad to always remember Hua Ruo on that day."

Zhang Xieyi sighed regretfully: "That's it."

Now that everything was fine, Zhang Xieyi didn't stay with Zhang Huaruo for long, and Zhang Huaruo and Gouqizi were left in the room, and Gouqizi stood in the corner trying to minimize his presence, which seemed particularly pitiful.

Seeing such distressing goji berries, Zhang Huaruo couldn't bear it, and took the initiative to call the goji berries to his side: "Do you know what's wrong?"

"Godberry knows it's wrong!" The answer was quick, without going through the brain at all. Goji berry didn't know where he was wrong at all, and he just wanted to make Zhang Huaruo happy first.

Zhang Huaruo also knows that Gouqizi probably hasn't figured it out yet, but judging from his current state, he should have received a satisfactory reply from Yang Dabao. It is not something that can be accomplished in a short while for Gouqizi to learn to respect others. Make things difficult for him again.

"If you really want to go, then come, but don't think that my husband's house is small and dilapidated, and you are not used to living in it, and you will come back crying."

"Wherever the young master goes, goji berries will go. There will be no complaints!" After getting used to it, I will always live at my uncle's house."

Zhang Huaruo chuckled lightly: "Is there anything I'm not used to?"

It's not like he hasn't lived there.

Wolfberry wanted to make Zhang Huaruo happy, so he began to talk about what he saw and heard when he went to Yang Dabao's house just now, such as the current decoration of Yang Dabao's house.

Sure enough, when talking about Yang Dabao's affairs, Zhang Huaruo listened very seriously, and Wolfberry talked more and more vigorously, wishing to describe every brick and tile in Yang Dabao's yard.

Zhang Huaruo hasn't been to Yang Dabao's house for a long time, so naturally he doesn't know the current situation of his house. The impression in his memory is still the same as three years ago. From the description of wolfberry, Yang Dabao's house should not have changed much, which is similar to his memory.

In the next few days, Yang Dabao did not come to deliver buns again, but on the evening before their wedding, Yang Dabao entrusted someone to deliver two dough dolls, which seemed to be kneaded by himself.

Gou Qizi looked at the dough dolls sent by his servants, and was about to spit out the complaints in his heart, so he held back in time and only spoke in his heart.

The things Yang Dabao makes are getting more and more gaudy. Before that, he used to draw faces for buns, but now he is a dough maker. Is his house a bun seller or a dough maker?

but.

This dough doll looks pretty good, and one can recognize at a glance that it is a pair of dough figures modeled after Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao. They are also specially wrapped in a red cape, which looks festive and cute.

Zhang Huaruo was taking a bath at this time, and it was inconvenient for medlar to go in to disturb her, so she put the dough doll on the table in the outer room first, and then went out to look at the sky.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Tomorrow should be a sunny day.

Thinking that tomorrow is Zhang Huaruo's wedding day, wolfberry is still a little unreal, thinking that he will not be able to stand in the prime minister's mansion and look up at the starry sky in the future, so he can't help but stop and take a second look.

"Wolfberry."

Zhang Huaruo called him from inside the house, Gou Qizi quickly turned around and walked in: "Master, what's wrong?"

Zhang Huaruo had already changed his clothes and came out, and asked Gouqizi to ask someone to move the wooden barrel out of the house, his eyes fell on the table, Zhang Huaruo was slightly curious: "What is this?"

Is it a dough doll to be placed on the bedside the night before the wedding?Why did no one tell him about this process step during the day.

"My uncle entrusted someone to send it over just now. Someone said that my uncle pinched it with his own hands. I couldn't take it easy after finishing my work today, so I made such a pair of dolls."

Wolfberry has now changed his name to Yang Dabao as uncle, and the name is becoming more and more fluent.

In order to make it easier for the servants to move in and out of the water and wooden barrels after bathing, the door of the room was wide open at this time, and the cold night wind came in faintly. Zhang Huaruo wrapped his clothes a little, but came to the table with a face full of novelty. Two dough dolls, amused by the doll whose flour color is obviously darker.

Zhang Huaruo stayed in the prime minister's mansion every day and didn't go out very much, plus he was sick and weak since childhood, and his complexion was fair, but it wasn't that kind of morbid paleness, but it was definitely far from the wheat-colored complexion of Yang Dabao who had to go out to bask in the sun every day.

Yang Dabao obviously remembers this difference. One of these two dough dolls is made of ordinary white flour, and the other is supposed to have some brown stuff mixed into the white flour. One is white and the other is gray, quite vivid.

Zhang Huaruo couldn't help but see the image of himself sitting with Yang Dabao in his mind, which was exactly the same as the two dolls, laughing uncontrollably, with one hand on his belly that hurt from laughing, and the other Covered in front of the mouth, trying to cover up.

Lycium barbarum looked helplessly from the sidelines, and really felt that his young master was so easy to be laughed at, it was just two dolls made of flour balls that could make him so happy.

"Master, this is made of flour. I'm afraid it won't last long. Do you think it should be put away?"

Zhang Huaruo tried his best not to continue laughing, and waved his hands: "It's okay, I have my own arrangements."

"Oh. Then... the wolfberry is going to rest first, and I have to get up early to prepare tomorrow, and the young master will go to bed early."

Zhang Huaruo nodded. After the goji berries left, he held the two dolls in his hands, walked briskly into the inner room, found one of his bottles, and poured the transparent liquid into the two. Then use a small brush to gently spread it evenly over the whole body of the doll.

After finishing all this, he put the doll on the wooden stool, moved the wooden stool near the head of the bed, and then lay down.

Facing the outside, looking at the two dolls on the stool beside the bed, she closed her eyes with a smile, and fell asleep slowly.