Madam, let's steam buns together

According to Lingche City's intention of wanting the two countries to go to war, and fearing that the world will not be chaotic, many people speculated that the kidnapped envoy of the Moon Kingdom was in danger.

Surprisingly, the envoy was finally found in the wild forest in the outskirts. Although he was frightened a lot, his life was safe.

Seeing that the person was brought back safely, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice finally heaved a sigh of relief, and ordered all efforts to trace the whereabouts of Lingchecheng, and give Yueguo an explanation.

When Zhang Huaruo walked out of the criminal department, Yang Dabao and Gouqizi were waiting outside, and when they saw him coming out, they surrounded him with concern.

Seeing the scene of the commotion just now, Wolfberry was terrified: "Fortunately, you are fine, young master. I was scared to death just now, and many people rushed out from inside."

Yang Dabao followed Zhang Huaruo's shoulders and carefully checked to make sure that no one was injured. The big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. Madam must be a little frightened now. Go home and take it easy, and then ask about the situation.

In Yang Dabao's heart, nothing is more important than Zhang Hua being in good health.

He looked at Zhang Huaruo, his eyes were full of tenderness and comfort: "Go home first, and we will talk about everything when we get home."

The Ministry of Justice is in chaos now, and there are people coming in and out. The three of them can't stay here for a long time, and start walking on the side road.

Looking at the sky, Yang Dabao should still be selling steamed buns. Zhang Huaruo glanced at Yang Dabao, and Yang Dabao understood what he wanted to ask, and replied: "I'm really worried, so let someone else help me look at it first." The stall is gone, there are not many people now."

Zhang Huaruo thought for a while, and said: "Then we won't go home, I will accompany you to the stall, and accompany you to the closing stall, then we will go home together."

Just as Yang Dabao wanted to say no, Zhang Huaruo continued: "You want to send me home first before going back to the stall? You don't need to be so troublesome, I'm not a spoiled canary, I need your protection, besides, didn't you say Not many people come to buy buns now, if I go, there will definitely be more people coming to buy buns."

Lycium barbarum laughed from the side: "Master, your skin is getting thicker!"

Yang Dabao spoke for Zhang Huaruo: "Madam is telling the truth."

Wolfberry pursed his mouth, and said sullenly: "Okay, I won't talk anymore, I'm only one person, I can't tell you two."

Changed another route and went back to Yang Dabao's steamed stuffed bun stall, because there were not many customers coming to buy steamed stuffed buns at this time, and the steamed stuffed buns Yang Dabao made earlier were enough to buy, and Yang Dabao was free, so Zhang Huaruo asked him to teach him how to make steamed stuffed buns.

After washing his hands, Zhang Huaruo imitated Yang Dabao's demonstration and twisted off a small piece of dough from the dough. Yang Dabao deliberately slowed down to teach Zhang Huaruo to knead the bun skin, so basically he stopped for one movement. Zhang Huaruo learned carefully and did it very well. It's decent.

Use a spoon to scoop up a piece of stuffing and pile it in the center of the bun skin, then start from a certain corner and press the folds inward to pinch together, wrapping the stuffing in the middle bit by bit.

Because it was the first time, Zhang Huaruo did not dare to pack too much stuffing in the middle, fearing that he could not wrap it well. As a result, when the finished product was made, the wrapping was not bad, but because the stuffing was a bit small, the entire upper part collapsed. The buns that should be plump and round turned into a flat round flat thing.

The expression on Zhang Huaruo's face became visibly disappointed. The first steamed stuffed bun he made was a bit too ugly, and it was too different from Yang Dabao's. He didn't know if he could sell it.

If it was made by someone else, it would be very difficult to sell and would be picked and picked by customers, but fortunately, this bun was made by Zhang Huaruo, so the treatment would be completely different.

When Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao regained their senses from the concentration of making steamed buns, they looked up and saw that the whole steamed stuffed bun stand was surrounded by people, and everyone was either staring at Zhang Huaruo or the steamed stuffed bun in Zhang Huaruo’s hands. No matter what it is, the main attention is on Zhang Huaruo.

A more straightforward customer came up and asked, "Dabao, is this steamed stuffed bun made by your wife... for sale?"

"Ah?" Yang Dabao was stunned for a moment, and stared at the not-so-good-looking bun in Zhang Huaruo's hand for a while.

This is made by Zhang Huaruo. It is not easy to make such a finished product for the first time. Many people may not be able to make buns tightly for the first time, but it is not very good to sell them to customers. Yang Dabao planned to wait. After a while, steamed and ate the buns himself, but he didn't expect the customer to come over and ask if the buns were for sale?

Yang Dabao looked into Zhang Huaruo's eyes, obviously giving Zhang Huaruo the right to choose.

There was a sly smile in Zhang Huaruo's eyes, and he looked at everyone: "Sell it, why not sell it, it's just that my bun is a little more expensive than other buns."

The guest excitedly said: "How much money, I will pay!" From head to toe, it showed a feeling of wealth and power.

Zhang Huaruo thought in his heart that the price should be a little more expensive, so let’s set a price of five. He just said the word five, and one of the customers couldn’t wait to shout: "50 taels? I want it!"

At the end, one more sentence should be added: "It's really cheap!"

Even the well-informed Zhang Huaruo also fell silent at this moment. Has it been too long since he paid attention to the number of wealthy families in Chang'an City? Now Chang'an City has begun to stop treating 50 taels as money?

"It's not that expensive, five yuan each, but I only sell three."

Zhang Huaruo didn't want to take advantage of everyone. He watched Yang Dabao make so many steamed buns and put them aside. They could have been sold out, but at the time when the traffic was the best, Yang Dabao temporarily pulled away because of Zhang Huaruo's affairs. By the time Zhang Huaruo came out from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the prime time for selling steamed buns had passed.

Zhang Huaruo didn't want Yang Dabao's painstakingly made buns to be wasted because of this, so he had an idea in his mind.

He asked Yang Dabao to open the middle part of the steaming tray where the steamed buns were being steamed, and put the bun in his hand into it: "Each person can only buy five buns at most, and buy from the first steamed buns on the top, who can just buy them?" Whoever buys that steamed stuffed bun belongs to that steamed stuffed bun. Put this one in first, and I’ll make two more, and I won’t make any more.”

As soon as Zhang Huaruo finished speaking, the customers in the front row who wanted to buy the steamed stuffed bun began to give way to the customers behind. Not everyone came to buy steamed stuffed buns because of Zhang Huaruo’s steamed stuffed bun. There were quite a few people who really wanted to buy stuffed buns to satisfy their hunger. Zhang Huaruo made it, so someone bought the first few baskets of buns.

It is because of this time point that there are not many people who actually come to buy steamed stuffed buns to satisfy their hunger. Those customers who came for Zhang Huaruo are still waiting for the basket to arrive, so the sales of the first few steamed buns are a bit slow.

People's wisdom at this moment is always infinite. A few rich lords caught a glimpse of some poor children in ragged clothes on the side of the road, and offered to pay these children to buy buns for them to eat.

He paid the money, and the buns were given to these children to eat themselves.

It’s a great thing that the pie fell from the sky. The children were really hungry. They took the money from this person and couldn’t stop thanking them. They happily went to line up to buy buns. After buying the buns, they ate while looking for their little friends. Tell them about the good things here with your own adults, and gradually gather a lot of people who want to eat steamed stuffed buns.

The first few baskets of steamed buns in Dabao’s house were quickly sold out. At this time, the steamed bun basket made by Zhang Huaruo was placed on the top, and the steamed buns inside were all steamed. The guests who came for Zhang Huaruo began to scramble to grab the steamed buns. buns.

In the end, the particularly flat bun among a pile of round and plump buns fell into the hands of a customer. Although it cost five renminbi more than ordinary buns, he still laughed and held the wrapped bun as if he was holding a bag. The priceless and rare treasure left here happily.

Zhang Huaruo was amused by their funny reaction, and covered his lips in a smile behind the steamed stuffed bun booth.

The rest of the customers who didn't buy the buns they wanted, saw Zhang Huaruo's peerless smile, their aggrieved hearts instantly calmed down, and they were ready to buy a second or third bun!

After all, the guests had to spend more money. Zhang Huaruo made the second steamed stuffed bun extremely carefully, and filled it with as much filling as possible. Although the appearance of the steamed stuffed bun was still not as good as Yang Dabao's, it was already better than his. The first steamed bun I made was too good.

Another random drawer was drawn and put in.

Seeing Zhang Huaruo's rapid progress, Yang Dabao praised Zhang Huaruo sincerely. Zhang Huaruo looked at his fingers covered with a layer of flour and a small amount of stuffing, and said with a smile: "The main thing is that your stuffing is delicious, Dabao. It’s delicious, otherwise the steamed stuffed buns I made might not be edible.”

Zhang Huaruo touched Zhang Huaruo's hand, knowing in his heart that Zhang Huaruo wanted to sell all the buns as soon as possible, and said distressedly: "Thank you, Ma'am."

Zhang Huaruo couldn't agree with Yang Dabao's statement: "You don't feel tired making so many buns every day to sell buns to support your family. I only made two buns, so what's the hard work?"

The two looked at each other as if no one was there, and there was a lot of affection here. Seeing that no one was paying attention to the customers who bought the buns, the wolfberry on the side came over and imitated Yang Dabao's way of holding the buns, wrapping the buns in oiled paper and handing them over to the guests.

Lycium barbarum glanced occasionally and found that the uncle and the young master were still teaching how to make buns, and couldn't help complaining: "Your eyes are going to go blind, everyone is here to buy buns, not to see the bun owner and his wife showing affection. "

Looking at the front of the stall, apart from a little jealousy, there was more envy in the eyes of the crowd, and Wolfberry quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The steamed stuffed bun that Yang Dabao made sold out smoothly today, and the three of them started to pack up the steamed stuffed bun stall and go home. On the way home, they happened to meet Han Shuang and Liu Qingsu, who had just been released from the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

Liu Qingsu looked away as if he didn't see it, Frost smiled at Zhang Huaruo, apparently still thanking Zhang Huaruo for getting rid of the toxin in his throat, Zhang Huaruo responded with a smile.

Seeing the communication between these two people, Liu Qingsu frowned fiercely. After staggering some distance from Yang Dabao and the other three, he asked Xiang Hanshuang, "Hanshuang, do you know Zhang Huaruo?"

Frost then said what happened before: "There was no intersection before. Aren't you wondering why my throat suddenly recovered? It was when I was taken out for interrogation this morning that Zhang Huaruo helped me heal it."

Liu Qingsu's eyes widened, a little in disbelief: "He also has medical skills?"

Frost recalled Zhang Huaruo's self-confidence and professional technique when administering needles for herself, and said, "Not only will he know how to do it, but he should also be a leader."

Liu Qingsu silently closed her mouth.

He thought that Zhang Huaruo only had his face and the influence of the prime minister's family behind him to make a move. He didn't expect that such a pampered official young master would learn medicine and be successful in his studies?

Frost never praised others easily, and if he could say something that praised Zhang Huaruo's medical skills, it meant that Zhang Huaruo's medical skills were really good.

Hanshuang knew the grievances between Liu Qingsu and Zhang Huaruo, so she didn't say anything in front of Liu Qingsu. It was a blessing for them to be proven innocent and released, and she couldn't wait to go back to her room, take a shower and have a good sleep.

The environment in the cell was too bad. Although it was barely considered clean, it still made Frost feel uncomfortable all over. He never wanted to enter that kind of place again.

As soon as he returned to Qingyifang, he told the servants in the building that he wanted to take a bath, and Hanshuang ran back to his room with ease, feeling happy after the disaster.

Back in his room, Hanshuang was about to sit down and take a sip of tea when he caught a glimpse of the position of his bed from the corner of his eye and suddenly froze. He slowly turned his eyes to the bed in disbelief, and suddenly saw the familiar but unwilling man The figure was lying there comfortably.

Frost was about to grab the door and go out to call for someone, when a light voice came from the other side of the bed: "Stop."

Frost paused for a moment, still not intending to listen to Ling Checheng's words and stop. A sharp dagger flew from the side of Frost's face, nailed firmly to the door, and almost scratched Frost's cheek.

Frost had no choice but to stop and stood there without moving.

After adjusting her emotions, Frost turned around and looked at the person on the bed: "Shouldn't you leave Chang'an City?"

Ling Checheng opened the beaded curtain and came out. The red blood in his eyes had disappeared a lot, but at first glance he still looked a little scary. Hanshuang took half a step back unconsciously, distanced himself from Lingchecheng.

"None of them would have thought that I would dare to come back. The most dangerous place is the safest place. This truth has not been missed."

While speaking, Ling Checheng drank the cup of tea that Hanshuang poured on the table, and he warned Hanshuang: "Don't even try to go out and tell the government my whereabouts, I won't give you this chance, and today you give me less Talk, I don't want to hear anyone talking to me, asking me things."

After saying this, Ling Checheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Frost with surprise: "Your voice?"

Frost lowered her head, not wanting to tell Zhang Huaruo, so as not to involve him in this matter: "I was cured by a doctor in the prison."

"Why didn't I know that there is such a powerful doctor in Chang'an City who can cure my poison?" However, there are always outsiders in everything, and it may just be that the doctor happened to give the right medicine and it may not be cured. Shuang threw a bottle of medicine, "The real antidote, for the sake of your not talking nonsense, take it, it will save the doctor from not completely removing the residual poison."

Frost took the medicine bottle, still a little unsure that Ling Checheng would be so kind to give him the antidote, worried that the medicine in his hand was another kind of poison, so he didn't take it for a long time.

Ling Checheng saw Frost's doubts, and sneered: "Don't worry, I will ask you to cover me and take care of me in the next few days, and I won't poison you. If you don't believe me, return the medicine to me. Clear your throat completely hoarse, that's none of my business."

Hanshuang frowned, and finally drank the bottle of medicine, and she was relieved when she didn't experience any abnormalities in her body.

The hot water was brought over quickly, and when Frost opened the door to let the underwater people in, Ling Checheng hid behind the bed, and came out when all those people had left and only Frost was left in the room, looking at the tub and the hot water. Water, stretched out his hand to touch the water surface: "The temperature is not bad, I'm just tired and want to take a bath."

"Whatever." Frost sat in the outer room with her back facing Lingche City, and began to think about how to escape safely.

He really didn't want to have anything to do with Ling Checheng.

Ling Checheng took off all the clothes on his body, and the hot water soaked up to his neck, making him unable to help but let out a sigh of relief, soaking away the filth and exhaustion.

I kept thinking about what happened in the lobby of the Ministry of Justice in the morning, not letting go of every detail, vowing to find out the reason for my anomaly, and finally pinning the suspicion on the scent wafting from Zhang Huaruo's body.

Ling Checheng carried a lot of poison on his body, but he was not a master of poison making, these poisons were given to him by others, so he didn't know if there was really a medicine in the world that could make people bewitched just by smelling it , so as to make incredible behavior.

Ling Checheng tried to use his internal strength to find the source of the problem, but he searched around and found no signs of poisoning on his body, and he became even more puzzled.

After taking a shower, Ling Checheng looked at his dusty and muddy clothes on the ground, and asked Hanshuang: "Do you have any clothes that I can wear? I don't mind if you wear them."

Frost got up from her seat and walked over. After opening the curtain, she realized that Ling Checheng was standing naked outside the barrel. She quickly turned her back, pointed her hand backwards, and pointed to the bottom of the wardrobe over there: "The far right There is a red suit, which you should be able to wear, otherwise, it may be too small for you."

Ling Checheng looked down at his own figure, then at the back of Hanshuang's slender waist, and smiled lightly: "You are not as big as me."

Frost frowned, always feeling that something Ling Checheng said was wrong.

Ling Checheng quickly found the red dress, and it fit just right. It was also the color and the style was too red and flirtatious. He tried to wear Frost and other clothes, but none of them worked. If you can go in, you have to avoid the difficulty of wearing this dress.

The hot water after bathing was carried out, and a servant noticed that the clothes on Hanshuang were still the same clothes as before, and looked at Hanshuang with some doubts, but didn't ask any questions.

Ling Checheng once again occupied Hanshuang's bed. After taking a hot bath and changing his clothes, he was even more comfortable lying on the bed, but Hanshuang was miserable. He was already exhausted, and Ling Checheng snatched the hot water he was supposed to bathe in. , the available bed was occupied by Ling Checheng again, so he could only lie on the recliner and take a nap.

Really unable to bear such a weird and quiet atmosphere, Frost finally couldn't hold back and asked Ling Checheng: "How long do you want to stay with me?"

I beg him to leave as soon as possible, it is best to be discovered by the officers and soldiers as soon as he walks out of Qingyifang, and he will be arrested and tried quickly in the prison, and sent to the morning gate guillotine in one go.

Ling Checheng could hear the unwelcome in Frost's tone. He is in a good mood now, and the effect of the medicine on his body has not completely dissipated, so he said leisurely: "I still have something to do in Chang'an City, and I can't leave for the time being." , When I finish my work, you won't be able to keep me even if you want to."

Hanshuang said that he didn't want to keep you at all, but just wanted to send you, the god of plague, away as soon as possible.

After getting the promise, Hanshuang felt a little relieved when she heard that Ling Checheng didn't intend to take her away with her anymore.

The breathing of the person on the bed gradually became even, Frost approached a little closer to confirm that Ling Checheng was asleep, and wanted to slowly back out of the room, but just as he reached the bead curtain, the person on the bed suddenly said, "What do you want to do again? "

Frost didn't dare to make any other moves, she just said: "It's uncomfortable to sleep on the recliner, I want to see if there is anything outside that can make me lie down and sleep."

Ling Checheng moved his legs under the bed to make room for Frost: "Come here."

Frost stood on the spot and shook her head, she didn't care if Ling Checheng could see him shaking his head and refused, she just didn't want to go there.

Ling Checheng's eyes were still closed. At this time, he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Hanshuang, and sat up sleepily from the bed. With his red clothes, he was not bad looking. From this look, he looked quite like Qingyifang. The feeling of the top card.

Frost felt that she must have been frightened and confused to find Lingche City beautiful at this moment.

Sure enough, Ling Checheng opened his eyes and woke up completely in the next second, as if saying in his eyes, if you don't come over again, don't blame me for not knowing the severity of the attack.

In the end, Frost was forced into bed, but fortunately, Ling Checheng's movements were quite regular. Frost had been on guard for an hour and didn't see Ling Checheng make any small movements. Unable to bear the drowsiness that struck her, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already three poles high the next day, and the first thing Hanshuang did after waking up was to see where Ling Checheng was, and he was relieved when he found that he was not in the house.

I don't know where Lingche City is, or if he is hiding nearby to monitor her. Frost dare not tell people that Lingche City is with her, so she begins to wonder if she can pass the news in a way that Lingche City won't notice anything strange. pass it on.

There is no way for the time being.

What Frost didn't know was that Lingche City was not in Qingyifang at this time. He sneaked into someone's house and was rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find things. He tried to keep everything in place and did not rummage around. The owner of the provincial house found that someone had been there .

After some searching, he didn't find what Erniang told him to look for. Ling Checheng looked around the whole house, and always felt that the structure of this house was a bit strange. Some walls seemed too thick, and it was very likely that there was a secret room.

Just as he was about to continue searching, footsteps came from outside the house, walking towards this room, Ling Checheng hurriedly found a hidden place to hide his figure.

As soon as the people outside the house opened the door and came in, there was a rat squeak from a corner of the house. Lu Zhiyou looked around his studio and frowned fiercely: "There are rats?"