Madam, let's steam buns together

Wolfberry was a little surprised: "Master, you just ate a bowl of longevity noodles, are you hungry now?"

Zhang Huaruo's appetite has never been very good, and he will be full after eating a little on weekdays.

According to the previous food intake, the young master's bowl of longevity noodles should have already made the young master a little bit full. I didn't expect the young master to want to eat another steamed bun today. This is a sign that the young master is getting better!

Zhang Huaruo nodded, and told Wolfberry: "I only want the buns from that family."

"Yeah, I'm going to help the young master bring people here."

Wolfberry was overjoyed, so he hurried down to do some work, and rushed out like a cloud of smoke.

Zhang Huaruo's improved appetite is a great thing. Zhang's father couldn't hide the joy on his face, and at the same time he was a little puzzled: "You like eating buns from that family so much. I also tried it for my father. How are the buns different from the buns made by the cooks in our mansion."

This is still a euphemism. Father Zhang actually prefers the steamed stuffed buns made by the chef in his own house, which are juicy and filling.

Speaking of this steamed stuffed bun stall now comes to the prime minister's mansion to deliver steamed stuffed buns every day, it has been more than half a year ago.

On that day, a servant in the mansion bought a steamed stuffed bun from that family and took it home to eat. Zhang Huaruo happened to bump into him. Zhang Huaruo smelled the fragrance of the steamed bun, aroused his appetite, and asked the servant for a vegetarian steamed stuffed bun. Tasted a few mouthfuls and liked it very much.

From then on, Father Zhang asked the owner of the steamed stuffed bun stall to deliver hot steamed stuffed buns to the Prime Minister's Mansion every morning, specially for Zhang Huaruo's breakfast.

Zhang's father also thought about inviting the steamed stuffed bun stall owner directly into the mansion to be Zhang Huaruo's personal cook, specially making steamed stuffed buns for Zhang Huaruo.

However, the stall owner was not moved by the lucrative rewards, and was only willing to open a small stall outside, saying that this would allow everyone to have the opportunity to eat the buns he made.

Everyone has their own ambitions, Zhang's father didn't force it, but repeatedly told him that the steamed buns must be freshly baked and the ingredients inside must be fresh and clean.

I still remember the stall owner assuring him sincerely: "The buns I make are all made and sold on the spot on the same day, and I will definitely not use expired and stale fillings, and I will not treat them differently because of different buyers. Prime Minister, don't worry."

Seeing that the steamed stuffed bun stall owner is a sincere boy, Zhang's father no longer has any doubts.

But there is one thing that Zhang's father has to care about, that is, Zhang Huaruo has been eating the buns from that shop for more than half a year, and he doesn't feel tired of eating them at all. It was Zhang's father who was surprised.

Zhang Huaruo didn't want to explain the actual reason to Zhang's father for the time being. Facing Zhang's father's doubts, he deliberately showed a little bit of grievance: "Does father dislike Hua Ruo for eating too much?"

Zhang's father quickly denied it: "It's too late to be happy for my father, how could I dislike you, as long as you like it, in the future, let's ask that Yang Dabao to give you steamed buns every day."

Zhang Huaruo raised his sleeves and covered his lips with a smile, covering the little special thoughts at the corner of his mouth.

Dad, if today's affairs can continue smoothly as planned, he will no longer need Yang Dabao to deliver steamed buns to their house every day.

Thinking of the days to come, Zhang Huaruo's eyes were full of shy joy unconsciously, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved, making him more agile and pleasant.

The little emperor's eyes were straightened, his heart itched unbearably, he hesitated to speak, after weighing the pros and cons, he still didn't say anything, and heaved a long sigh.

He is still here now, just to see with his own eyes which lucky person can be finally selected by the so-called master of Taoism, and become the person next to Zhang Huaruo.

It was only at this time that General Xu realized that he had lost the election and that he had no chance to marry Zhang Huaruo. He had just walked forward a few steps to argue with Zhang's father, but Zhang's father took a defensive step back, bluffing against General Xu.

Father Zhang warned General Xu: "Hey, don't mess around, Your Majesty is here today, if you dare to mess around again, I will have no choice but to let the dog bite you like last time!"

Thinking of the embarrassing scene three years ago, General Xu's ears turned red, and he hummed: "You still have the face to mention that incident, causing me to be surrounded by your dogs on the street Running around, I lost all face, and I didn't see you apologize to me afterwards!"

"Hey, you still want me to apologize to you? You blatantly said that you would go to my house and rob my son directly. I would let a dog bite you lightly!"

"Didn't I get a little impulsive after drinking a little wine that day, and I didn't really plan to be rough on Hua Ruo. How can anyone treat someone who proposes a marriage like you?"

"Okay." The little emperor interrupted suddenly to stop the two people from continuing to quarrel, "It's all over, so what's the point of bringing it up again, today is Hua Ruo's big day, so let's not say a few words."

The little emperor had already spoken, and the quarrel between General Xu and Zhang's father ceased to continue.

The Anfu businessman on the side also wanted to make the last struggle. He quietly came to Zhang's father and said to Zhang's father: "Last time I didn't think carefully and didn't prepare well, so I dared to come to propose marriage with eighteen cars of gifts. This time I brought 36 cars and they lined up outside the city gate."

Zhang's father frowned slightly, patted An Fushang on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "This is not a matter of more money and less money. Although my old Zhang family is not a wealthy family, but it will never be because of money. It will ruin my son's life's happiness."

An Fushang still refused to give up just like that: "But according to the current method, can the Prime Minister guarantee that the person selected will make Young Master Ling happy?"

Father Zhang raised his hand to touch the non-existent beard, and smiled: "Since it is a fate determined by heaven, it is naturally the best choice."

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, An Fushang could only shake his head and walk aside, but he did not leave. He wanted to stay and see who the chosen one would be!Enviable!

Wolfberry looked around in the line outside the door, but he didn't see the steamed stuffed bun stall owner named Yang Dabao, and his servants came over to tell him a possibility: "Could it be that he has gone back? He usually comes here at Mao, but now he's gone." It’s almost Chen’s time, I guess he thinks it’s impossible to get in, so let’s go back to set up his steamed stuffed bun stall.”

Wolfberry thought about it, it was really possible, so he asked his servants to take him to the place where Yang Dabao usually set up a steamed stuffed bun stall, glanced at the back of the line, and found that He Banxian had already followed the line to the end , I don't know if the man who is the most suitable for Zhang Huaruo has been selected.

Putting aside this matter for the time being, Gou Qizi quickened his pace to look for Yang Dabao, and sure enough, he saw him at the place where Yang Dabao usually set up a stall. There were quite a lot of people who came to buy buns at this time, and a line formed outside Yang Dabao's stall. Small team.

Lycium barbarum passed through the crowd and came to Yang Dabao. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Dabao smiled and said to him, "Young master, you have to queue up to buy buns. There are not many people, and yours will arrive soon."

"I'm not here to buy buns! No, I'm here to buy your buns...that's not right either." Wolfberry anxiously wanted to pull Yang Dabao away, "Forget it, no matter whether I'm here to buy buns, you Quickly take your steamed stuffed bun and follow me!"

This is the first time Yang Dabao has encountered such a situation. This person not only wants his steamed stuffed bun, but also wants to take him away with him?

Breaking away from Gou Qizi's hand, Yang Dabao took a few steps back and looked at Gou Qizi seriously: "I can go with you, but before I finish taking care of the guests in line."

Wolfberry saw that there were not many people in line, and it should be ready soon, so he nodded in agreement.

Fortunately, Yang Dabao knew the servant who came with medlars, and when the servant who came over a little later explained the situation to Yang Dabao, Yang Dabao no longer hesitated, and asked other stall owners who were familiar with him to help him. After leaving the stall, he took a basket of freshly steamed vegetarian buns and walked to the Prime Minister's Mansion with the wolfberries.

Yang Dabao explained with some embarrassment: "This morning, I delivered buns to the house as usual, but there was a long line outside the door, and the gate was closed and no one was allowed in. I waited for a long time, and the buns were cold." , I thought you wouldn’t open the door to let me in today, so I came back to set up a stall to sell steamed stuffed buns..."

Wolfberry explained to him casually: "Those are all here to propose marriage to my young master, and they have nothing to do with you. If you go up and knock on the door to identify yourself, someone will open the door for you."

"So it turns out that you are here to propose marriage to the Prime Minister." Yang Dabao was a little shocked, "There are so many people who come to propose marriage, so who should the Prime Minister choose? I think those people are dressed in luxurious clothes, and they are all wealthy families." .”

Wolfberry was amused by his simple and honest appearance, his tone eased, and he was no longer as aggressive as before: "My young master is like a banished fairy, of course there will only be more people who propose marriage, as for who will my young master choose?" With you for the rest of your life, you don't need to worry about this."

There was unavoidable pride in his tone, as Zhang Huaruo's personal servant, he was naturally honored.

Yang Dabao bowed his head and smiled embarrassedly: "That's right."

When Goji Zi rushed back to the Prime Minister's Mansion with Yang Dabao, the team outside the Prime Minister's Mansion had already been reduced. It turned out that He Banxian had already seen all the people who proposed marriage, and did not find the person who was the most suitable for Zhang Huaruo.

Some people heard the news and knew that they had no chance, so they left, and the rest were those who still wanted to fight for one more chance.

Because He Banxian failed to choose the final candidate, the three originally silent hearts staying in Zhang Huaruo's room revived again, and he wanted He Banxian to confirm the yang fire attribute on them again, so as not to miss it the previous time.

Unintentionally caring about their commotion, Zhang Huaruo glanced out from time to time, feeling a little depressed, and murmured: "...Why don't you come?"

Soon, wolfberry's clear voice sounded outside the house: "Master, the buns you want are here!"

Zhang Huaruo couldn't hide the joy in his heart, and stood up all of a sudden, people who didn't know really thought that he was happy because the buns were delivered.

Only he himself knows for whom his joy is for.