Madam, let's steam buns together

After Zhang Huaruo left, Yang Dabao's steamed stuffed bun stand gradually returned to its original customer flow. It was late afternoon, and there were not many customers who came to buy steamed stuffed buns. After working for a while, the stall gradually became deserted. Come down and rest.

Excitedly washing his hands, Yang Dabao came back and saw that the food box that had been wrapped and placed under the cart had disappeared together with a small blanket!

Yang Dabao hurriedly searched around, but he couldn't find the food box.

He probably realized that he was being walked away by someone, and sat down on the stool in a daze for a while.

He doesn't mind others taking away his lunch, or his food box and blanket. What he cares about is that the lunch was made for him by Zhang Huaruo, which has a different meaning.

If it's the meal he cooks by himself, he won't care too much about it, but in this situation...

Zhao Wuwen, who was on the side, saw that Yang Dabao was in a low mood, and he was fine a while ago, so he came over and asked about the situation: "Dabao, what's wrong?"

"The meal my wife gave me...was taken away." A tall and tall young man, with a bit of grievance in his voice, looked extremely pitiful at the moment.

Zhao Wuwen couldn't see Yang Dabao, who was usually full of energy, showing this expression, as if someone had bullied his well-behaved and sensible brother, and suddenly aroused anger, rolled up his sleeves, and shouted loudly towards the nearby: "Who is it? So wicked, even stealing lunch from other people's wives! Isn't it cheap, don't you have to show your face, think that our Dabao is easy to bully or something!"

Seeing that Zhao Wuwen was so angry and spoke for himself, Yang Dabao didn't want to make Zhao Wuwen unhappy because of his own affairs, so he hurriedly persuaded him: "I guess I left early, and it's impossible to stay here and wait for me to find it. cool down."

Quickly caress Zhao Wuwen's back, for fear that he will be really angry.

"Who is this? It's not some valuable delicacies from mountains and seas. It's so poor to even steal this bit of food!" Zhao Wuwen still felt angry, staring at the passers-by coming and going, always feeling that the thief is still Nearby.

At this moment, Yang Dabao already wanted to understand that the other party should not have stolen the food box because he was hungry and had no money, and he did not come here for food and clothing, but for...

This is the meal delivered by Zhang Huaruo himself, and most likely it was cooked by himself, so it is no wonder that it is coveted by others. It is because he is too careless, so he should keep it under his nose and stare at it closely.

In the end, Yang Dabao ate steamed stuffed buns made by himself for lunch, and he started to pack up the stall and go home after the late afternoon.

He doesn't do dinner business, because he doesn't have much business, so he might as well go home early to rest with his wife.

After a day, no matter how busy people are outside during the day, they should go home for dinner at night.

Seeing Yang Dabao come back, wolfberry came up to help. After everything was settled, Zhang Huaruo didn't see the new blanket and the food box he bought at noon, so he asked Yang Dabao curiously.

Speaking of the food box, Zhang Huaruo was actually a little cautious, but because Yang Dabao lost the food box, he was also a little guilty at the moment, so he didn't notice the change in Zhang Huaruo's expression.

Yang Dabao lowered his head and said in a low voice, "It's gone, someone took it away."

Zhang Huaruo didn't hear clearly for a while, so he moved closer and asked again. This time he heard what Yang Dabao said clearly. He said, "Forget it, if it's gone, it's gone. Did you have a good lunch? Was it after you ate, or was it taken away without eating..."

Yang Dabao felt wronged: "I haven't had time to taste Madam's handicraft."

The guilty expression on Zhang Huaruo's face became more obvious. Originally, he didn't want to say this, but in this situation, he had better explain it honestly, but he was really embarrassed to say it himself, so he quietly pulled the wolfberry's sleeve, He gestured to the wolfberry to explain the situation.

Gou Qizi thought of Zhang Huaruo's at a loss and pretending to be calm in the kitchen at noon today, lowered his head to cover up the smile on his mouth, cleared his throat, and told Yang Dabao: "My lord, you don't have to be so sad. In fact, the young master sent it to you at noon. Lunch...isn't made by the young master."

Zhang Huaruo spoke up at the right time, and said with embarrassment: "I haven't cooked much, the rice has been steamed for a long time, but it turned out to be raw..."

Not only is the rice still raw, but even those dishes are not edible.

Zhang Huaruo originally wanted to stir-fry a few small dishes, but after trying several times, they were either overcooked or burnt, and he couldn't swallow them at all, so how dare he let Yang Dabao eat such a terrible meal.

"That's also your wish." Yang Dabao thought that since Zhang Huaruo didn't make this meal himself, it could only be made by wolfberries, and Zhang Huaruo's intentions were all on the left and right.

Zhang Huaruo looked at Yang Dabao in silence for a while, was dazzled by the look in Yang Dabao's eyes, and looked away: "Let me accompany you tonight and watch you cook. I can even steam the simplest rice." Not good, you should study hard."

"It's enough for me to cook at home. You don't need to learn how to cook. These hands are so white and tender, you can't often be stained with oily smoke in the kitchen." Yang Dabao smiled and took Zhang Huaruo's hand, protecting it in his arms like a treasure , what is said is from the heart.

Lycium barbarum poked its head out, and forced its way into the eyes of the two people who were looking at each other affectionately: "Okay, I think my uncle is right, you don't need to learn how to cook, you just need to know how to cook a little sweet soup."

As he spoke, he reminded Zhang Huaruo, "Master, half of the white fungus soup you cooked yourself at noon is still left undrinked. Since my uncle can't eat the meal you sent, it's the same to drink a bowl of white fungus soup cooked by the young master himself now." .”

After being reminded by wolfberries, Zhang Huaruo remembered that there was still half a cup of tremella soup in the kitchen, so he turned to get it.

Lycium barbarum stayed beside Yang Dabao, approached quietly, and explained in a low voice: "The white fungus soup that the young master cooks for the first time is the only one that can be eaten at noon. Don't be disgusted with it."

As long as it is made by Zhang Huaruo himself, no matter how unpalatable it is, Yang Dabao will not dislike it. When he thinks of being able to drink the soup cooked by his wife himself, he is too happy, so how could he dislike it.

Zhang Huaruo took out the tremella soup, handed it to Yang Dabao, watched him drink it, and couldn't help explaining from the side: "I obviously added a lot of sugar, but after cooking it, it still doesn't taste sweet at all."

Yang Dabao first took a sip to taste the taste, and then took a big gulp, but in the end he still left part of it unfinished.

Zhang Huaruo thought he couldn't drink it because he thought it was not good, so he didn't force it: "If you don't like it, don't drink it."

Holding the porcelain cup in his arms, Yang Dabao said with a smile: "It's delicious! I'll save it for later and taste it carefully. You can't finish it all at once, then there's nothing left to drink!"

Zhang Huaruo has self-knowledge and knows that the white fungus soup he cooked today is not delicious, just because the cooking steps are simple, no matter how hard it is, it will not be too bad, but seeing that Yang Dabao likes it so much, his heart is naturally Happy and sweet.

"I don't know anything else. If you like to drink, I will cook it for you often in the future, not just this time."

"Yeah, ma'am, you don't need to work too hard. I'm satisfied by cooking me a soup once in a while."

Yang Dabao swept away his gloom when he first came back, and now he is smiling.

At this moment, there was a knock on the closed door, and someone came to visit.

As soon as the door opened, the old butler of the prime minister's mansion stood outside, followed by a carriage, and several strong servants were carrying sacks from the carriage one by one, and some of them were carrying various raw materials. The fresh ingredients are all lined up behind the old butler, waiting for the old butler to order.

Yang Dabao and Zhang Huaruo looked at each other, but they didn't understand what was going on. Why did the old butler bring so much food in such a good manner?

"Master, uncle, this is the rice, fish, shrimp, fruits and vegetables that the master ordered the old slave to bring to you." The old butler introduced to the two what the servants were carrying, and then waved his hand to let them send it in. Yang Dabao's house.

Zhang Huaruo pulled the old housekeeper aside and asked in a low voice, "Why did Daddy suddenly send so much rice here?"

The old housekeeper said everything in detail.

It turned out that the matter still started when Zhang Huaruo and Gou Qizi went back to the Prime Minister's Mansion at noon today.

Because neither Zhang Huaruo nor medlar master and servant know how to cook, they couldn't make any edible dishes after cooking for noon, not to mention that it was still raw rice. Time was running out, and they were too embarrassed to waste any more As for food, Zhang Huaruo asked medlar to go to the kitchen of the prime minister's mansion to get some hot rice and hot dishes, put them in food boxes, and send them to Yang Dabao.

In Zhang Huaruo's heart, the food must be cooked by the cook in the prime minister's mansion, and the ingredients are fresh and everything is guaranteed, so he never thought that he could buy them in other restaurants and restaurants.

It's just that the fact that he took food from the prime minister's mansion reached Zhang Xieyi's ears, and it was completely misunderstood.

Zhang Xieyi went to the palace very early this morning, and then had a fierce quarrel with the little emperor about the recent border incident in the imperial study room. They didn't return to the prime minister's mansion until a little later in the afternoon, so they didn't talk to each other at noon. Zhang Huaruo, who came to the prime minister's mansion, bumped into him.

He learned from his subordinates that Zhang Huaruo went back to the prime minister's mansion to get hot meals at noon today, but the servants didn't know that Zhang Huaruo took it for Yang Dabao, so in Zhang Xieyi's understanding, he thought that Yang Dabao's family had recently Too poor to afford food, his precious son Zhang Huaruo was starving, and Zhang Huaruo had to go back to the prime minister's mansion with the cheek to fill his stomach.

Zhang Xieyi burst into tears in an instant, and felt so sorry for her son: "My son! You just want to save face too much. If you have no money, just mention it to your father. Although you are my son married by Zhang Xieyi , but it’s not the water that was thrown out, how could my father ignore you!”

Immediately called the old housekeeper, and asked the old housekeeper to move all the rice and fresh ingredients in the kitchen of the Prime Minister's Mansion to Yang Dabao's house, and he must not starve his precious son Zhang Huaruo for half a cent!

So there is the current situation, the servants of the prime minister's mansion continue to move food to Yang Dabao's house.

Zhang Huaruo was speechless and helpless after listening to the old housekeeper's narration. He watched them move more and more, and after he understood the situation clearly, he asked them to stop and stop moving things into the house.

Sighing, he explained clearly to the old housekeeper: "Old housekeeper, please make it clear to my father that I really didn't suffer here, and there is nothing I can't eat. I want to cook for Dabao at noon today, and I will follow him It was agreed, but the meal was not finished, so I had to go to the kitchen at home to get some ready-made meals and send them to Dabao." Falling into a box? √

What kind of imagination does my father have? Why did he think that he couldn't even afford to eat at Yang Dabao's house!It's really dumbfounding.

The old housekeeper figured out the situation, and said that he would make it clear to Zhang Xieyi when he went back, but hoped that Zhang Hua could accept the rice and grain materials that had already been delivered. He can stop sending three or four cars.

"Young Master, I've sent them all here, so you can accept them all. This is also the master's kindness."

Zhang Huaruo had no choice but to ask them to finish moving the cart, and told them not to send it again.

After the old housekeeper took the people away, Gou Qizi began to count the food: "Thirteen bags of rice, two bags of flour, three bags of millet, ten baskets of eggs..."

He suddenly lifted a wooden barrel excitedly, "Master, master, there are sea cucumbers and shark's fin! We can have a good meal tonight!"

Yang Dabao looked at the fresh poultry behind him that he had never seen before, and it was an eye-opener: "So you usually eat such good things?"