He raised his hand and gently stroked her short hair: "This matter is over now. You should wait until Qing'er comes back and talk to her about Taoism. If you grow this hair, if you are accidentally asked

Get up, just say..."

"I just said that I had sores on my head, so I had no choice but to shave my hair." Yang Huamei said.

Wang Shuanzi was startled for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was the best answer.

Qingshui Town, Zhangji Baozi Shop.

When the rooster had just crowed for the first time, shopkeeper Zhang got out of his wife's fragrant and warm quilt, yawned, grabbed the clothes hanging on the rail at the end of the bed and put them on.

Although the warm fragrance of nephrite on the bed made him linger, the huge amount of work in the backyard kitchen also made him miss it.

From great-great-grandfather to grandfather, and then to his own father, three or four generations worked from dawn to dusk, kneading dough and fumbling with dough fillings thousands of times before finally figuring out Zhang Ji’s special recipe of big meat buns and xiaolongbao.

Waiting for various pastries.

In a prosperous town like Qingshui Town, which travels from north to south, it has firmly established itself among the many restaurants and food stalls, and has built a reputation in eight villages and hundreds of miles around.

Every day when Yinshi opens on time, there must be old customers waiting outside the door. Eighty percent of the people in the town have eaten their morning tea from Zhang Ji. Many people in their sixties and seventies have even grown up eating Zhang Ji's morning tea until they grow old.

Zhangji Morning Tea has made the Zhang family worry-free about food and clothing. Zhangji Morning Tea has also become a very prestigious time-honored morning tea shop in this area. New customers come to eat with a taste, and old customers come with a memory.

As the current shopkeeper of Zhang Ji, he always remembers the oath his father forced him to make before his death, and he will work hard to take care of Zhang Ji’s morning tea shop no matter what!

Therefore, even in the wedding night over the years, he always got up when the rooster crows for the first time to make noodles. Even if his beloved wife scolded him, he would not only coax her and give her gold, silver, and jewelry, but he had this habit of getting up early for more than ten years.

It's like nothing has changed in a day.

No, shopkeeper Zhang got dressed, put on a tall white chef's hat, put on an apron, opened the door and went downstairs to the backyard.

Although he accepted Dabai as his disciple, he taught some things and still had reservations about some things, such as making noodles, he had his own way.

He can only pass it on to his son...although this son has not come yet...

So usually when he and the noodles are left there to wake up, Dabai will come over to help.

When shopkeeper Zhang walked into the kitchen and the lights turned on, the proprietress's ajar door on the second floor creaked and someone pushed open a gap from the outside. A figure got in through the gap and returned.

Close the door tightly again.

It was the middle of the night, everything was dark, and there was silence upstairs and downstairs.

The other guys were sleeping in the backyard, a paradise where no one would disturb them.

The figure came to the bedside in the dark but with ease, lifted up the curtain, took off the quilt, and got into the warm bed.

"Sister, I'm here."

"I understand that you, this little enemy, will cause trouble as soon as you come here."

A white and tender arm made a stroke in the darkness, hooked the visitor's neck, and the two hugged each other...

Shopkeeper Zhang was sweating profusely in the kitchen kneading the white dough in order to serve the most delicious noodles to the customers.

What he could never have dreamed of was that in the bedroom on the second floor, the landlady was lying on Dabai's shoulder, covering her mouth and giggling.

"You are just a baby after all. You'd better not come here next time."

Dabai lazily leaned against the bedside. At this time, the faint morning light gradually emerged outside, and his slightly raised eyebrows danced unruly.

"It's annoying to have something on my mind."

"Oh, so you have reservations? I sent away all my former concubines for you."

After waiting for a while without seeing Dabai speak, the landlady came over again and touched Dabai's fair and handsome face. She was a little fascinated and said with a sweet smile: "Then tell me, what is it that makes you absent-minded? Sister, help you think about it.

.”

Dabai turned his head, raised his hand to hold the landlady's chin, raised it, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I have a good plan, we will have a big fight. If this thing comes to pass, we will be as happy as gods from now on..."

…

The sky in Qing'an County started to rain.

Yang Huazhou asked the waiter to place breakfast in the guest room where Yang Huazhong and Sun were staying, and Yang Ruoqing also came over.

The breakfast on the table is exquisite, light, with many varieties and sufficient portions.

Especially the red bean rolls are soft, glutinous and sweet, and it’s so comforting to eat them with the sweet corn paste.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou were eating and discussing things to do in the morning, while Yang Ruoqing was busy picking up vegetables, braised eggs, steamed wheat, and various side dishes to go with Sun's porridge in his bowl.

"That's enough, that's enough. If you pinch me again, I won't be able to eat anymore." Mrs. Sun held the bowl and smiled to avoid it.

"Okay, then I'll eat it myself." Yang Ruoqing picked up the cornstarch and continued to drink it.

After driving for nearly a day yesterday, it was dark before we finally arrived at Tianxiang Tower in Qing'an County.

Several people had breakfast at Zhangji in Qingshui Town in the morning, but they didn't eat at all at noon. By the time they arrived at Tianxiang Tower at night, they were already hungry and on their feet.

Yang Huazhou tried to get the chef to fill the table with hard dishes, but Yang Huazhong refused.

Rather than being hungry, what they wanted now was to take a bath and sleep. After riding in a carriage for a day, their internal organs were in their throats.

So after last night, the couple each had a bowl of shredded pork noodles and went to bed early to rest.

And Yang Ruoqing is a person who can't rest. An exercise like riding a horse from Changping Village to Qing'an County is basically a light aerobic exercise for her, and it is basically not tiring.

So after eating shredded pork noodles at night, she made a special trip to the Ministry of War to find Xiao An.

"Qing'er, did you see Xiao An last night?" Sun took a bite and then raised her head and asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, but we just said a few words in front of the military department. He wanted to come over to see you, but I stopped him. Anyway, we are going to find him today."

Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly, "Yes, we are meeting today, so there is no need to let him run back and forth at night. So, have you met the He family?"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I talked to Xiao An for a few words at the entrance of the military department to understand the general situation and then came back. I didn't go to see him late at night."

Yang Huazhong ended his conversation with Yang Huazhou and turned his attention.

"Qing'er, what's the situation like at the He family?"

Yang Ruoqing said while eating: "It is difficult to find a suitable house in a short period of time, so Xiao An rented a small yard for the family of three to live in first, and did not hire anyone to help take care of it. Currently, it is He's mother and He Lian's mother.
Chapter completed!