Madam, let's steam buns together

Now is the busiest time for Yang Dabao's house.

A lot of neighbors from the neighborhood surrounded the door of the house, they all came to join in the fun to watch Yang Dabao get married, and even more so to get a close-up look at the face of the other groom, all of them were curious.

Yang Dabao dismounted first, came to Zhang Huaruo's side, and stretched out his arms towards him.

The arms in front of him were solid and strong, Zhang Huaruo didn't hesitate much, he leaned down and fell into Yang Dabao's arms, amidst the unconscious cheers and boos of the surrounding crowd, Yang Dabao hugged Zhang Huaruo horizontally in his arms, and strode on the red carpet After crossing the threshold of the house, Zhang Huaruo was put down.

Zhang Huaruo looked around at the furnishings in Yang Dabao's courtyard, and every plant and tree felt familiar, especially the position of the pile of straw, which hadn't changed at all for so many years.

Putting his eyes on the person beside him, the chest he leaned on just now was warm and generous, and he looked forward to the days to come.

The two held one end of the red silk in their hands, with a red hydrangea hanging in the middle, and stepped into the room side by side. There were two elders sitting on the main seats in the room, with Yang Dabao's aunt sitting on the left and Zhang Xieyi sitting on the right.

Kneel three times, kowtow nine times, and worship six times.

After the ceremony, the two were sent into the bridal chamber, where they sat on the edge of the bed, one on the left and one on the right.

The old man who had dressed Zhang Huaruo before was helped in, picked up the scale with a red belt on the side and tapped Zhang Huaruo's head, and then Yang Dabao's head, which meant that the two newcomers would be "satisfied" in the future.

When Zhang Huaruo was kowtowed, Yang Dabao had already lowered his head slightly and waited. Zhang Huaruo covered his lips and smiled when he saw his stretched neck waiting to be kowtowed.

The laughter was very contagious, and the little girls who accompanied the old man in the house laughed together, which made Yang Dabao a little embarrassed, looking at Zhang Huaruo with a silly smile.

The others quickly filed out, and only Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao were left in Nuo Da's wedding room.

They can take this opportunity to talk, and later when all the guests outside are seated, Yang Dabao will go out to receive guests.

Yang Dabao looked at Zhang Huaruo with concern: "If you feel tired, you don't have to go out with me later, I'll just go and receive those relatives and friends by myself."

Zhang Huaruo shook his head: "I'm not so delicate yet, when I'm ready, I'll go over to accompany you."

"En!" After Yang Dabao finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and shook his hand.

Zhang Huaruo put his hand on the back of Yang Dabao's hand, and said slowly: "From now on, we are just husbands, you don't have to be so rigid."

Just when Zhang Huaruo's hand was on the back of Yang Dabao's hand, Yang Dabao's hand trembled, and he almost wanted to withdraw his hand. Fortunately, he didn't move so fast. He raised his face and looked at Zhang Huaruo who was close at hand. He was still very nervous at this moment .

He really married such a beautiful man home, and married him home in a serious manner.

Yang Dabao didn't have much knowledge, he just learned a little bit about reading and writing, but at this moment, something popped up in his mind that made him feel that he could hardly think of such a good word to describe Zhang Huaruo, that is--the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque.

Her green eyebrows are like daisy, lying on a distant mountain, those moist and luminous eyes are like a watery clear pool under the mountain, which can suck the soul of a person into it at once, trapping at the bottom of the pool, willingly.

Looking down, there is a small upturned nose, and those shallow lips, which are moist and shiny, as if they can suck out a lot of sweet juice with just one sip.

……

Unconsciously bewitched.

Zhang Huaruo looked at Yang Dabao who was getting closer and closer, and hid his bright eyes. After a while, he seemed to understand what Yang Dabao was going to do, and he was a little confused for a while.

Although he was ready to marry Yang Dabao, he was not ready to have such intimate contact with Yang Dabao. When he recovered, he nervously moved one place back, like a frightened deer At a loss, his shoulders shrank slightly, and he looked at Yang Dabao at a loss.

Yang Dabao was originally confused by the quiet atmosphere of the wedding room and the warm atmosphere between the two of them. Seeing Zhang Huaruo's movements, he immediately reacted, sat back in his seat, and explained in a panic: "I... I'm not……"

After a while, he knew it was useless to explain, and lowered his head angrily: "I was the one who was abrupt."

It looked like an abandoned sheep, pitifully huddled in his small world, obviously blaming himself.

Zhang Huaruo didn't know what to say at this time, they were already married, it was normal for Yang Dabao to want to do this kind of thing, there was no need to apologize to him at all.

But Zhang Huaruo couldn't say that, he wasn't ready yet, it can be said that before Yang Dabao approached him just now, he never thought that getting married would mean such intimate physical contact, right? It wasn't until this moment that I had this realization.

If he tells Yang Dabao now, it's okay, you are right, it seems to mean acquiescing that Yang Dabao can kiss him.

It's not that he rejects being so close to Yang Dabao, it's just... It just seems that that time hasn't come yet.

The atmosphere between the two fell silent, and even the smart Zhang Huaruo didn't know how to break the awkward atmosphere. Fortunately, someone outside the door called Yang Dabao's name softly, reminding him that he could come out to meet the guests. Yang Dabao stood up instantly and walked out in a hurry.

Don't forget to say to Zhang Huaruo: "I, I will go out first!"

Seeing that Yang Dabao left as if fleeing, Zhang Huaruo's tense body relaxed for a while after he was sure that he was the only one left in the room. His cheeks were burning hot.

It is an exaggeration to say that an egg can be fried on the surface.

Zhang Huaruo pressed the back of his hand to his cheek, as if the temperature of his face could be quickly lowered by this action. When he felt that his face was no longer so hot, he raised his head again and began to look at the room he was in seriously.

This is the bedroom where Yang Dabao usually sleeps, and now it is decorated like a wedding room, with red everywhere.

The furniture in the room should have been changed a lot, and they all look a little new, especially the bed that he is sitting on now, which should have been re-made by Yang Dabao with a lot of money, exuding a faint fresh woody fragrance , A look is a new bed.

It's not particularly big, but it's enough for two big men to lie on it and roll around.

Zhang Huaruo felt that he hadn't thought of any embarrassing scenes, but his cheeks started to get hot again involuntarily. He frowned in annoyance and disliked himself softly.

"Zhang Huaruo, what are you thinking about!"

Standing up and taking a few steps away from the big bed, he walked to the wooden frame opposite the bed. There happened to be some clear water in the washbasin, so he quickly splashed some water on his cheeks to let the temperature drop quickly.