Madam, let's steam buns together

Sure enough, as Zhang Huaruo expected, the food that Yang Dabao brought was bland liquid food, the only old duck soup with meat was almost invisible, and the clear white soup was dotted with red wolfberry; also like wolfberry As the son said, Zhang Huaruo obviously ate these dishes with a happy face.

The duck meat was so rotten and soft that it was cut into thin strips and floated in the soup. After Zhang Huaruo took a sip, his eyes immediately turned into crescent moons. Looking at it from the wolfberry, he became hungry.

Not long after Zhang Huaruo woke up from a coma, the first meal after waking up could not eat too much meat at one time, but could only taste it lightly, so Zhang Huaruo scooped up a few spoonfuls of soup and picked up a few slices of meat, then handed over the bowl of old duck soup To medlar: "My saliva is about to flow out."

Lycium barbarum subconsciously raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, happily took the bowl and took a sip, his eyes flashed brightly: "It's delicious!"

Seeing the light color of the soup, wolfberry thought it would be tasteless, but in my heart I felt that it must not be that simple. Seeing the young master drinking so happily, I naturally wanted to taste it. Only after I tasted it did I know what is called "soup not for appearances"!

The aroma of duck meat is not lacking at all. The soup is salty and salty, with a hint of sweetness from the wolfberry aftertaste. It goes well with a bowl of rice!

Lycium barbarum immediately put down the bowl: "I'll go to the kitchen to ask for a bowl of hot rice to go with it!"

Wolfberry ran out in a hurry, Zhang Huaruo shook his head while drinking the lotus seed porridge: "I complained to me before that I was getting fat recently, after complaining, I still can't control my mouth, just eat like him, Sooner or later, he will become a little fat man."

Yang Dabao sat aside and watched Zhang Huaruo eat: "It's better to be fatter. Children of his age eat the most. They can't be hungry, otherwise they won't grow taller."

Zhang Huaruo asked Yang Dabao: "You don't want me to become as fat as him, do you?"

Yang Dabao looked Zhang Huaruo up and down, and said bluntly: "Speaking of which, after Madam married into my family, she has become a little mellow."

The lotus seed porridge in his hand suddenly tasted bad, Zhang Huaruo looked down at himself, stretched out his hand to touch his belly, and muttered softly, "It looks the same as before."

Yang Dabao saw that he didn't move the bowls and chopsticks, so he thought the porridge was too hot to eat, so he took the porridge bowl and stirred it gently with a spoon to let the porridge cool down quickly: "Madam was good at everything before, but she was too thin. It's fine now, not fat."

In fact, Zhang Huaruo didn't care that much about whether he was fat or not. He just heard from Yang Dabao that he was "round", and he still cared more or less: "What's so good about being fat."

"It looks more energetic than before. When I was young, my father told me about a relative's family. There is a relative in my family. He lives in a small village. One day he accidentally fell asleep under a tree outside. I only woke up at night, and when I was rushing home at night, I met robbers."

Zhang Huaruo stared at Yang Dabao while picking up the steamed bun Yang Dabao specially made for him, obviously listening to Yang Dabao's story very carefully.

Yang Dabao continued: "The robbers originally only wanted to rob money and did not want to hurt others. Unfortunately, my relatives regarded wealth as life. The knife in the robber's hand accidentally stuck into his chest, and the robber was so frightened that he didn't even take the money, leaving my relatives alone in the wilderness and ran away."

Seeing him stop, Zhang Huaruo hurriedly asked, "Then, is your relative alright?"

Yang Dabao went on to say: "The knife just pierced into his chest and heart. If it were someone else, the knife would have killed him on the spot. But guess what happened to my relative?"

When Yang Dabao talked about such a story, he definitely didn’t just casually talk about it on a whim. Reminiscent of their previous topic of being fat, Zhang Huaruo thought for a while and gave the possibility he thought of: “Your relative doesn’t have a little Are you fat?"

Yang Dabao didn't expect Zhang Huaruo to guess right, nodded: "Just because he is fatter, although the knife was stuck in his chest, it almost went into his heart, if it wasn't because of the little flesh blocking it, he would be afraid It can't be saved."

Zhang Huaruo's expression was tangled: "A little more flesh on your body can save lives at critical moments. According to what you say, it is indeed good for people."

Still holding the bun in his hand, Zhang Huaruo leaned closer to Yang Dabao, staring at Yang Dabao without blinking: "If I also become fat like that, you..."

"This shows that I took good care of you and didn't let you suffer in my house. It's too late for me to be happy."

Zhang Huaruo smiled: "Okay then, since you have said so, then I will try my best to gain weight and show you that I will be really fat by then, and you will have no choice but to regret it."

Yang Dabao looked at Zhang Huaruo calmly, and murmured, "Get fat first."

Yes, let's get fat first, whether I can persist until the day I gain weight is still unknown.

While talking, the atmosphere became inexplicably depressed, Zhang Huaruo looked away and looked at the steamed stuffed bun in his hand.

The size of this steamed stuffed bun is obviously much smaller. It should be Yang Dabao specially made it this size so that Zhang Huaruo can eat more flavors.

There are also two buns of this size on the side plate.

Zhang Huaruo twitched the corners of his mouth, not to let his expression look depressed: "Is it a new flavor of steamed stuffed bun?"

Yang Dabao nodded.

Zhang Huaruo took a bite, and the thin bun skin was full of fillings, and the soup overflowed all of a sudden, Zhang Huaruo hurriedly picked it up, but fortunately, the white liquid did not drip down, but hung on the outside of the bun skin , seems to fall but not fall.

Very strange taste.

It’s not that it’s not delicious, it tastes sweet and soft, and it has a rustling feeling when you bite it. The taste is slightly like bean paste, but it’s more delicate than bean paste, and this sweetness is juicy and sweet.

Zhang Huaruo frowned, obviously wondering what the ingredients for the filling of the new bun were, but he didn't stop talking for a moment, and quickly wiped out the little bun.

The sweet taste flowed into his heart, Zhang Huaruo frowned, and didn't intend to continue guessing, but asked Yang Dabao directly: "What the hell is this?"

He really couldn't think of any free ingredients that could make this feeling.

Yang Dabao watched very nervously: "How does it taste?"

"It's very fresh and sweet. You won't feel full or greasy after eating it. It's even more delicious than red bean paste. The only pity is that the one you made for me is too small. If you don’t eat enough, you’ll be gone.” Zhang Huaruo truthfully expressed his feelings.

Yang Dabao smiled happily: "Just as long as you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow, a bigger one."

Zhang Huaruo readily accepted, and when she reached out to grab the second bun, she suddenly remembered: "You haven't told me what the fillings are inside!"

If you don't ask clearly, Zhang Huaruo will always think about this in his heart.

This was the first time that Zhang Huaruo failed to guess what the original ingredients were for the stuffing of the steamed stuffed bun. Yang Dabao didn't want to just give the answer: "You guess first, maybe you've already guessed the answer right."

Zhang Huaruo was aroused to win or lose, and began to think seriously about the possibility of this stuffing.

white...

Could it be yam?

But the yam itself has no taste. He can be sure that the sweetness he tasted just now is the taste of the ingredients themselves, not the taste of adding sugar later.

The taste of the filling is very pure, it should be a single filling, so it will not be a mixture of two ingredients, and the possibility of yam can be completely ruled out.

White radish?It has a lot of water and has a sweet taste, but there is no taste of radish at all. It doesn't seem to be this. Put it aside first, and then think about other possibilities that are more suitable.

Lotus root, wax gourd, lily... tofu?

I felt that my guesses were getting more and more outrageous. Zhang Huaruo hesitated to say the food that he guessed was most likely to be correct: "Mashed white radish?"

Yang Dabao shook his head.

Just as Zhang Huaruo was about to continue guessing, the goji berries who ran to the kitchen to get rice came back in a hurry, and complained loudly as soon as they came in: "The servants of the prime minister's mansion are getting more and more lazy in their work. There is no kitchen at this time." For hot rice, I can only cook some porridge myself."

When Zhang Huaruo heard Gouqizi say this, something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked, "How many people are there in the mansion now?"

Lycium barbarum leaned aside with a bowl, and looked at Zhang Huaruo puzzledly: "Master, why are you asking this?"

Zhang Huaruo replied to him: "There used to be a lot of people in our mansion, even if it wasn't for meal time, we would prepare hot meals, but now we don't have them. It may not be that the servants are lazy and slack in doing things. I haven't been back to the prime minister's mansion for a long time, so I don't know much about it. The current situation in the prime minister's mansion, wolfberry, you certainly don't care about it, after you have dinner, ask the housekeeper if our mansion has dismissed a group of servants."

Speaking of this, Gou Qizi told Zhang Huaruo what he had overheard before: "Master, I just heard the master say that he intends to resign as soon as possible."

"He should have withdrawn and left a long time ago, and it will only get more and more troublesome if he procrastinates." Speaking of Zhang Xieyi, Zhang Huaruo couldn't hide his worry.

Lycium barbarum comforted: "Don't worry, young master, this time for the sake of young master, the master is determined to resign immediately, this time it will definitely succeed!"

Hearing Gouqizi say this, Zhang Huaruo was not happy: "For me... I am no longer a child, and I don't need him to think about me anymore. He should think more about himself."

Lycium barbarum pressed Zhang Huaruo's hand, and said with a straight face, "As long as the young master actively cooperates, heals the disease as soon as possible, and cures the poison on his body, the master can live his life with peace of mind and no longer needs to worry about the young master. I'm worried, so in the final analysis, it's still with the young master, young master, you must not give up!"

Zhang Huaruo laughed: "When did I give up medical treatment?"

Gou Qizi looked at him silently, Zhang Huaruo's indifferent attitude towards death made Gou Qizi feel a little uneasy, that's why he was so worried.