Madam, let's steam buns together

It was because of this shop owner that Zhang Huaruo could know that the poison on his body was caused by the evil spirits.

Qinghua's deadly enemy is Purple Tail.

If Zhang Hua found out that he might have purple tail poison on this day, it is reasonable to say that if Zhang Huaruo was only hit by purple tail, a medical expert like Ye Wentian would not be able to detect it, and purple tail is not that kind of mild poison. The toxicity is so strong, how could Zhang Huaruo feel nothing?

All these doubts caused Zhang Huaruo to make a bold guess, and the subsequent step-by-step verification confirmed his guess.

After coming out of the pharmacy, Zhang Huaruo's mind was obviously in a state of restlessness, so obvious that it was obvious that the medlars could be seen at a glance.

Zhang Huaruo kept thinking about his own affairs in his mind, but in action, he subconsciously walked towards the wonton stall. The whole person was in a state of mind wandering and soberness. He didn't realize what he was doing now and where he was going, but But it can avoid the oncoming passers-by without any obstacles.

Wolfberry called Zhang Huaruo a few times in a low voice, but failed to pull Zhang Huaruo out of this state, obediently followed Zhang Huaruo, and paid attention to other movements for Zhang Huaruo.

It wasn't until someone bumped his shoulder lightly that Zhang Huaruo came out of his own world. Not far in front of him was the wonton stall that Goji Zizi wanted to come to. open.

I don't know if it's because some smells are deeply ingrained in my memory. Zhang Huaruo smelled a slightly familiar food aroma, and inadvertently looked to his right hand, and saw a boy not much older than himself kneading dough there.

Next to it is a Hanamaki steamed bun stand, and an uncle is soliciting customers. The boy is supporting a small wooden table and kneading dough beside him. He doesn’t look like a helper at the steamed bun stand, but there are no other stalls nearby, so it seems a little strange .

Wolfberry really loves the wontons here, and he wants to eat them but can't easily eat them, which makes him pay more attention to the wontons here. At this moment, he has already gone to the wonton stand and sat down, ready to feast on his mouth.

Zhang Huaruo sat down with him, but his gaze was still looking at the boy kneading dough. He always felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

The wontons were served quickly, steaming hot, and the wolfberry spoon was just about to be fed into my mouth. I looked at Zhang Huaruo who was on the side, and asked for an extra small bowl from the stall owner. I picked two wontons and scooped them up. A few spoonfuls of soup were pushed in front of Zhang Huaruo.

It's just a taste, considering the young master's physical condition, he shouldn't have a stomachache just because he ate such a small amount of outside food... right?

Lycium barbarum hesitated, looking at the small bowl of wontons in front of Zhang Huaruo was like looking at a bowl of poison. Zhang Huaruo happened to see this scene when he turned around, and stretched out his hand to grab the small bowl closer to him: "This be mine?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Zhang Huaruo began to eat it. The taste was indeed delicious and smooth. No wonder the goji berries are so obsessed.

When he looked up, Gouqizi was still staring at him nervously. Zhang Huaruo smiled and pushed the empty bowl towards Gouqizi, motioning for Gouqizi to add: "Your young master, I'm not that expensive, so why can't I still eat this little thing?"

Lycium barbarum added wontons to the small bowl, and muttered in a low voice: "The young master ate the candied haws outside last time, and he had a stomachache for a long time." Zhang Huaruo didn't have much blood on his face, but it was completely pale at that time, but Scared the goji berries.

It seems that there is such a thing, Zhang Huaruo smiled wryly: "It was all three years ago, and it was my bad luck, I just ate a rotten hawthorn."

There was a sound from the noodle kneading boy. Zhang Huaruo was already a little concerned about it. When he heard the movement, he subconsciously turned his head to look there, but he didn't hear what the wolfberry said.

From what Zhang Huaruo could see, it was the kneading boy who collapsed the table with too much force when kneading the dough, which caused the commotion.

There was a broken wooden table lying on the ground, and the kneading boy held the dough in his hand and looked down at the wooden table on the ground. Even if Zhang Huaruo couldn't see his expression, he could feel the boy's dull and dazed reaction at the moment.

Zhang Huaruo smiled, and then realized that he laughed himself.

Goji berries are already being eaten, bowls of wontons are served one after another, the bowls look very big, but there are not many wontons in them, the main reason is that there is a lot of soup, for most customers who come to eat wontons, they just come Taste something fresh to fill your stomach, and don't expect to be full with wontons.

Lycium barbarum is growing up, so he eats a lot, and he likes to eat wonton here, so it is not a problem to eat ten bowls at a time.

Zhang Huaruo let the goji berries feel at ease and continued to eat wontons, while he stood up and walked towards the noodle kneading boy.

This noodle-kneading boy was Yang Dabao when he was young.

Yang Dabao wanted to learn the skill of the mantou stall owner, but the stall owner was unwilling to teach him in public, because the handicraft was handed down from the family, and the rules of the ancestors could not be passed on to outsiders, but the stall owner felt sorry for Yang Dabao at such a young age without father or father. When his mother came out to work hard, Yang Dabao defaulted to let Yang Dabao watch and learn from the sidelines.

The wooden table was broken, Yang Dabao was reluctant to just throw it away, and was packing up and preparing to take it home to mend it, even if it couldn't be mended, it would be better to make it into a small stool or use it as firewood than just throw it away.

While he was busy working, a voice as gentle as jade came from his ear: "I'm curious, what are you doing here?"

Yang Dabao looked up. It was a young man in a bamboo hat who was a little younger than him. He didn't understand what the other party wanted to ask for a while, and showed a puzzled expression.

Zhang Huaruo saw his doubts, and explained: "You don't set up a stall here to sell anything, you just knead dough here?"

Only then did Yang Dabao know what the other party was curious about, and knew that his behavior seemed strange to others, so Yang Dabao smiled embarrassedly, and told Zhang Huaruo the whole story: "I'm stealing a teacher here."

Now Zhang Huaruo looked puzzled, but Yang Dabao couldn't see Zhang Huaruo's questioning expression through a layer of veil.

Yang Dabao had finished tidying up the wooden strips on the ground. He stood up and was at least a head taller than Zhang Huaruo: "Master Zhang's steamed buns are very elastic and have a very good taste. I want to make my steamed buns like this too." Taste, I want to learn from him."

When Yang Dabao was talking, he kept looking at Master Zhang at the steamed bun stand next to him, "He clearly rejected me, saying that he would not teach me the family skills, but he did not explicitly let me die, but allowed I stood next to him and watched closely how he mixed and kneaded the flour."

It was only then that Zhang Huaruo understood what the so-called stealing a teacher meant. It was the first time he saw such a blatant behavior of stealing a teacher, and he found it even more interesting: "The tool for stealing a teacher is broken, what are you going to do next?"

Yang Dabao glanced at Master Zhang, and Master Zhang also cast a concerned look. Seeing Yang Dabao looking at him, he immediately turned around as if nothing had happened.

Yang Dabao answered Zhang Huaruo's question: "Let's come here first today. In fact, I already have a little understanding of Master Zhang's tricks. Next, I should make good preparations for my own business. I can't really learn Master Zhang's craftsmanship. Ten to ten, some content is better to explore slowly by yourself."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Zhang Huaruo suddenly had an idea in his heart: "You said just now that you stole the teacher to make the buns more delicious. You make buns, right?"

Young Yang Dabao nodded, his eyes gleaming.

Zhang Huaruo saw that Yang Dabao was short of money, and he probably didn't have that much money to buy a complete set of tools, so he hurried to goji berries and took all the money from goji berries.

Wolfberry quickly reached out his hand: "Master! Leave me some wonton money!"

Zhang Huaruo took out a small part from it and put it on the table, and quickly returned to Yang Dabao, handing him the money bag in his hand.

Yang Dabao didn't accept it: "This is?"

Zhang Huaruo kept on handing over the money: "I'll give you the principal of the split."

Yang Dabao hurriedly waved his hand: "No, we are not relatives, so how can I take your money casually."

"This money is not for free, so you don't have to refuse so quickly." Zhang Huaruo insisted on stuffing the money bag into Yang Dabao's hands, "My young master likes to eat steamed buns very much. Seeing how hard you work, the steamed stuffed buns must be delicious. I paid you the deposit, and when you actually open the stall, you will be responsible for my young master's supply of steamed buns for a year."

Yang Dabao looked at the money in his hand, he is really short of money now, if it is really like what this person said, this is the deposit for the next year's buns, it is not impossible to accept it.

Yang Dabao was still hesitating, Zhang Huaruo hurriedly slipped away, not giving Yang Dabao a chance to refuse.

At this time, the goji berries had been eaten to their heart's content, and the stomach was full, and Zhang Huaruo dragged him away for some unknown reason.

Seeing that they had gone so far, Yang Dabao chased a few steps, and asked loudly: "You haven't said which family you are from, where should I send the buns?"

Zhang Huaruo patted the wolfberry, and the wolfberry looked back at Yang Dabao who didn't know him for no reason, and replied loudly according to Zhang Huaruo's intention: "Prime Minister's Mansion!"

Recovering from the memories, Zhang Huaruo looked at the people around him, and rejoiced that fate had favored him.

The two had been staying on the roof since the evening, fearing that the wind would freeze them at night, Gou Qizi carried the charcoal basin up and set up a windshield bracket for them, and then went up for the third time to put on the young and uncle's clothes. While wearing a warm cloak, he finally retreated helplessly under Zhang Huaruo's eyes.

Wolfberry also replied to Zhang Huaruo with his eyes: "Okay, I won't come up to disturb the two of you anymore, but if it gets cold later, young master, you'd better not stay here to suffer from the cold."

The worrying wolfberry no longer appeared, Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao looked at the clear night sky tonight, waiting for the dawn.

The day is getting brighter.

Wolfberry had a good night's sleep, and walked out of his room while stretching. He subconsciously walked towards the master bedroom of Yang Dabao and Zhang Huaruo. It took him a while to remember that these two had to have a romantic relationship last night and squeezed together on the roof to watch the stars and the moon. Sunrise, quickly raised his head to look at the roof.

Well, these two people really stayed up all night doing such a meaningless thing.