Madam, let's steam buns together

On the other side of the road, Zhang Huaruo walked slowly, accompanied by wolfberries.

Wolfberry was holding a food box in his hand, looking sullenly at the eyes of the people on the side of the road.

It's like this every time, if the young master doesn't go out wearing a veiled bamboo hat, no matter how low-key they are, they will always attract others to stop and watch.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Huaruo was the son of the prime minister and his name was famous, outsiders would immediately know that Zhang Huaruo was Zhang Huaruo even if they saw Zhang Huaruo for the first time. Given Zhang Huaruo's identity, no one with a little IQ would dare to molested him in the street Or offend Zhang Huaruo.

Goji berries are used to being stared at by so many people, but they still don't like this feeling. In fact, most people's gazes are kind, with only feelings of amazement or admiration. With one or two exceptions, their eyes were scrutinized on Zhang Huaruo unscrupulously.

Wolfberry just followed Zhang Huaruo, and he could feel how uncomfortable those greedy eyes were, let alone Zhang Huaruo who was directly regarded as the focus of attention.

"Master, why don't you go out with your face covered today?" Finally, unable to bear it, Wolfberry asked quietly.

Zhang Huaruo tilted his head and glanced at the medlar next to him, smiled, and deliberately didn't answer the question directly: "Why, your young master, am I ashamed to come out to meet people?"

"Master! You know that's not what I mean!"

Zhang Huaruo turned his eyes back to the front, not far away should be the location of Yang Dabao's stall, and whispered to himself: "Since I am his wife, I should come out and support this scene for him."

Wolfberry heard Zhang Huaruo's words, but still didn't understand. His big eyes were bright and full of doubts: "Supporting the scene? What kind of scene are you supporting? Do you need any scene to sell a bun..."

Zhang Huaruo smiled and did not answer.

His smile was like a spring breeze, and the nearby vendors stopped what they were doing, just watching Zhang Huaruo approaching from a distance, and then gradually walking away.

Zhang Huaruo's face is not only suitable for viewing from a distance, but also very good-looking when viewed from a close distance. The face is small and the skin is good, and there are no scars or blemishes. The more you look carefully, the more you will be attracted.

Until Zhang Huaruo had walked to Yang Dabao's side, all the customers in line looked up at Yang Dabao's side, but Yang Dabao was busy making buns and didn't notice the strange things around him.

I raised my sleeves to wipe my sweat, did I miss my wife so much and had hallucinations, why did I seem to smell the faint and pleasant scent of herbs on my wife?

A hand stretched out from the side, and gently wiped away the sweat from his forehead due to the heat. Yang Dabao was stunned, subconsciously wanting to refuse such intimate contact from others. Zhang Huaruo helped him to one side, and moved the wooden stool farther away, allowing Zhang Huaruo to sit down.

"It's all oil and heat, you sit here."

Zhang Huaruo glanced at the people who were still waiting, smiled apologetically, and talked with Yang Dabao for a while: "I brought lunch, when will you eat it?"

Yang Dabao glanced at the food box in Wolfberry's hand, of course he wanted to eat it right away, eat it now, but the situation didn't allow it, so many guests were waiting at this time, how could he have the nerve to eat before entertaining those guests .

Zhang Huaruo sighed: "You go ahead, the food is still hot, I will call you before it is too cold to eat."

Standing up, he carefully helped Yang Dabao wipe off the flour that accidentally got on his face.

Yang Dabao smiled happily, turned around vigorously and continued making buns, much faster than before.

Zhang Huaruo sat down quietly, glanced at the food box in Wolfberry's hand, thought of something, got up and looked at what the surrounding stalls were selling, and then went to buy a small blanket.

"Your bun is good!" Yang Dabao raised his hand to pass the bun, but found that although the guest reached out to take the bun, his attention was not on the bun and him at all, following the guest's line of sight, as expected, he was staring at the bun. Zhang Huaruo didn't let go.

Although my wife looks a little better, there is no need to stare at her so directly.

Yang Dabao was a little annoyed by the guest's behavior, and his action was a little rougher than before, and he pushed the bun into the guest's hand a little forcefully.

Zhang Huaruo had already sat down again at this time. He folded a few stacks of small blankets, wrapped the food box in it and put it on his lap, holding the food in his hands to keep the temperature of the food inside, and kept his eyes on Yang Dabao who was busy. On the back, plain and gentle.

Because of Zhang Huaruo's arrival, there were more and more customers around the steamed stuffed bun stand, not only ordinary people, but also some well-dressed figures started to gather around. It seemed that they were all queuing up to look at Zhang Huaruo.

Yang Dabao looked at the guest who appeared in front of him for the third time with black lines all over his head, and he still held the buns from the last two times, and couldn't help persuading him: "Brother, if you don't like my buns, Don't force yourself to keep queuing up here to buy repeatedly. Isn't it a waste to buy it and not eat it? It also delays those who really want to eat.

It's time for people who are about to buy buns to eat. "

Zhang Huaruo could also see that if he stayed here any longer, Yang Dabao probably wouldn't have time to eat at noon, so he got up and walked to Yang Dabao's side.

"Dabao, why don't I go back first, I'll put this food box here, you can eat it quickly when you have time, it should still be hot now."

Yang Dabao nodded with some reluctance. He wanted to hold Zhang Huaruo's little hand as a souvenir, but he stopped seeing his hands covered in flour, and reluctantly watched Zhang Huaruo walk away.

On the other side of the road, there was a luxurious looking carriage parked there because the crowd couldn't move forward.

After waiting for quite a while, the carriage continued to move. The man in the carriage got a little impatient. He lifted the curtain and glanced at the spectacular crowd outside, and asked the coachman, "What's the matter? Why are there so many people?"

The nurse who got off the car earlier ran back at this time and explained the situation ahead: "It is estimated that it will not be cleared for a while. Let's take a detour. It is not far anyway. It will be very fast to change the road, and there is time."

The man looked at the crowd, which was quiet and orderly although there were many people, and there was no noisy noise. He was still puzzled, so he asked the nursing home: "What happened in front?"

The nurse got into the carriage, but did not sit inside the carriage, but sat outside, glanced at the handsome man in the carriage, and told him: "If Zhang Huaruo came out, everyone was looking at him, and the road was blocked. .”

As soon as Zhang Huaruo was mentioned, the guard showed an obsessed look on his face, and murmured, "I took a look at it from a distance last time, but I didn't see it too closely. Alas, I didn't see it today either. He has gone back now." gone."

...Zhang Huaruo.

The man in the car looked up at the end of the crowd, but couldn't see anything, but he seemed to be able to see Zhang Huaruo's back, and kept staring in that direction.

He asked again: "Do you know why Zhang Huaruo came here today? Didn't I hear that he doesn't like to go out and doesn't go out often?"

The nursing home regained consciousness from the fugue of Zhang Huaruo's appearance, and glanced at the man lightly, thinking that Zhang Huaruo is now married to a small steamed bun vendor, he was both disappointed and ready to move.

Lost because Zhang Huaruo is already married as a husband, ready to move because Zhang Huaruo is married to a bun seller, which shows that Zhang Huaruo doesn't care much about status. In this way, does a nursing home like him have a chance to win Zhang Huaruo's favor.

I don't want to marry Zhang Huaruo, but I want to sleep.

The man in the car had a panoramic view of the nurse's expression. His attitude towards himself was completely different from his expression when he talked about Zhang Huaruo. He secretly clasped his hands on the car curtain. Unwilling.

The nursing home told him: "Since you have heard of Zhang Huaruo's name since you were in Zhoutai, you should know that he is married now. There is a steamed stuffed bun stand not far in front, and the man selling steamed stuffed buns is Zhang Huaruo's current husband. He is newly married. Yan Er, I am reluctant to go out and be with the steamed stuffed bun seller. Tsk tsk, I am so jealous. Don’t tell me, Lao Zhang, why is he so lucky, but Zhang Huaruo fell in love with him, and willingly married him as a seller. For the steamed stuffed buns, let those princely relatives and wealthy children fight for the head, I guess I never thought that I would lose to a steamed stuffed bun seller in the end, hahaha!"

While talking, the nursing home started talking to the coachman and left the man in the car aside.

The coachman was also quite emotional: "I haven't seen what Zhang Huaruo looks like, have you seen it? Is it really as good-looking as the rumors say?"

The nursing home exclaimed: "What does it mean to be as good-looking as the rumors? The descriptions in the rumors are not enough to describe Zhang Huaruo's beauty. The real person is many times more beautiful than those real and fake portraits. I can't forget it after just one glance. I close my eyes now." Even now, I can still remember how he rode past me that day wearing a red wedding dress! He is so charming that people just want to rub him into their arms and love him."

The coachman glanced at him and kindly reminded: "...you are drooling."

The nurse raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth indiscriminately, and continued to laugh: "If he can be like the people in Qingyifang, and he can laugh with him once with a clearly marked price, I am willing to turn over my coffin."

The man in the car had already sat back in the car at this time, staring indifferently at the curtain that had been drawn down, and sneered when he heard the dirty words that the nurse said.

Zhang Huaruo, the most beautiful woman in the world, is it really so good-looking to be willing to marry a small street vendor?He still felt that the nursing home was exaggerating.

Appearance is not the only way to confuse people. If he really wants to show his true nature, the nurse outside will still be fascinated by him, and obediently hand over the money he has saved all his life, but he is lazy to do so. That's all, a small nursing home is not enough for him to spend his time trying to please him.

Even though he was thinking this way, the man in the carriage took out a bronze mirror from his carry-on luggage and looked at his face in the mirror.

I have been exhausted from rushing to Chang'an City for the past few days, and I haven't had a good rest and groomed myself, but I haven't changed a lot. Is it because I am a little tired and my face is not good.

The man himself didn't notice how worried he was looking at his face.

Putting down the bronze mirror, the man lifted the curtain of the carriage and glanced at the bustling Chang'an City.

There was no chatter outside the carriage, the groom started to turn around the carriage, crossed from the side alley to another street, and made a detour back to Qingyifang.