Chapter 315: bun

The thirty-fifth chapter of the buns
"Do you still give them firewood?"
Zhang Xiaohua was speechless. When she was a child, she also went to the mountains to fight firewood. However, the older brother and the second brother were all following the turn, only giving him a small bundle of firewood, and that taste was fresh.
"Yeah, if they want to spend more money on their tea sheds, they will buy firewood."
Ji Xiaohua said with a smile.
Look at the left and right four near pedestrians, Zhang Xiaohua child heart, put the sword on the road, smiled: "Then take it, if you can take it, I will add you a penny every day, but if you take it or not Move, you have to deduct a penny every day."
"Ah!!! Really. The young master can't help me."
Zhang Xiaohua said: "How can you marry you? You can take it for me."
Ji Xiaohua ecstatically stepped forward, the small hand grabbed the middle of the sword, and went up, but the long sword did not move on the ground, Ji Xiaohua was shocked, took the small parcel from his shoulder and walked to the side of the sword. Both hands grasped both sides of the sword at the same time, and pushed hard to the top. Unfortunately, even if he used his milking power, his face was red, and the long sword remained motionless.
At this time, Ji Xiaohua knew how innocent he was.
His tears will flow down.
Very confession, this is good, one day worth of money!
Later, he let go of his hand, picked up his small parcel, and bowed his head and said with frustration: "Young master, small can't move, you can take it yourself."
Zhang Xiaohua looked at his appearance, snickered in his heart, bent over and easily picked up the long sword and said: "Go, take me into the city."
Ji Xiaohua said with incompetence: "Yes, Master, you come with me."
Zhang Xiaohua saw it and smiled: "Ji Xiaohua, don't care, just kidding you, now I officially announced that I will give you 11 pennies a day."
"Ah? Really." Ji Xiaohua smiled and said: "The young master is really a good person."
Zhang Xiaohua listened and frowned slightly. "Can you not call me a young master? I said how this has always been so awkward."
Ji Xiaohua said: "Young master, don't call you a young master, what is it for you?"
Zhang Xiaohua is also touching his head, depressed, yeah, what makes people Ji Xiaohua call himself?
"Forget it, call it." Zhang Xiaohua turned his hand helplessly.
"Okay, young master, come with me."
After that, Ji Xiaohua happily took Zhang Xiaohua along the road to Songning Town.
However, just entering the town, Zhang Xiaohua was very keen to see the fine sweat that Ji Xiaohua oozes on his forehead. Zhang Xiaohua is very strange. Just after a long walk, it is said that this child often walks, how can it be so tired?
In the middle of it, Ji Xiaohua stopped and wiped the sweat on her head. She turned back and asked: "The young master, all went to the city, what are you going to do?"
During the conversation, the aroma of the buns next to it, the child's eyes could not help but slanted past, and secretly spit.
"Hey." Zhang Xiaohua instantly understood, could not help but secretly want to hit himself.
"The thing just happened, it must be Ji Xiaohua's ration today. People haven't eaten yet. I just want to eat it with a bitter sweetness. I just thought about letting him eat at noon, but I didn't expect it. Didn't eat it, the sweat on the forehead is estimated to be hungry."
Thinking, Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: "The first thing that goes into the city, of course, is eating. Well, this young master hasn’t eaten breakfast yet, go, I invite you to eat buns."
Finish, when you go to the buns first.
Although Ji Xiaohua is a young man, he can also spend a few years outside. At this time, he still doesn't know Zhang Xiaohua's thoughts. Looking at Zhang Xiaohua's back, he is very grateful to follow up. Unfortunately, he did not know, this young master is just a West Bay goods, otherwise, he has already pulled him down the restaurant.
The hawker who sold the buns was also a wink. When he saw Zhang Xiaohua’s dress, he quickly called out:
This young master, do you want to eat some buns? Come and try it, eat the big fish and eat it, eat it. The vegetable package is good for the body."
After that, some of you looked at the dirty little table, I don’t know if Zhang Xiaohua should sit down. When Zhang Xiaohua minded, he sat down with a buttock. Ji Xiaohua followed and stood next to Zhang Xiaohua. I don’t know if I should do it. Or should I stand, Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: "Sit, Ji Xiaohua, you are welcome, Thank you for calling me a few young masters, I will ask you to have a steamed buns today."
Ji Xiaohua Wei Nuouo did, far from Zhang Xiaohua, sitting at the end of the bench, to be honest, it is one thing to follow the work of the young masters. It is another matter to accompany the family to eat. I heard that the big family eats all of them. There are rules, this is the first time that I have a young master to eat, and I still eat the meat buns that I have long pouted. Can I be careless?
Zhang Xiaohua saw it, not much to say, to the peddler: "Come four buns, six meat buns."
The hawker happily said, "Good, I will give it to you right away."
After that, I took two drawers from the top of the steamer-like steamer. I took it and gave it to the two. Zhang Xiaohua looked at Ji Xiaohua’s eyes and stared at the fragrant meat buns. Down, smiled and pushed the four buns to his eyes. Ji Xiaohua was disappointed in his eyes. He looked at the meat buns in front of Zhang Xiaohua and swallowed. He asked, "You should eat first."
Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: "Eat, let's eat one."
Finished, pick up a pair of chopsticks from the table, Ji Xiaohua met, and quickly said: "Young master, wait."
Zhang Xiaohua glanced, strangely watching Ji Xiaohua.
Ji Xiaohua took the chopsticks from Zhang Xiaohua's hand and skillfully picked up the tea from the table, slightly hot, and then handed it to Zhang Xiaohua.
Zhang Xiaohua is helpless. This young master is not reliable.
Yes, Zhang Xiaohua eats, how many times have it been studied?
Looking at Zhang Xiaohua and picking up a meat buns, Ji Xiaohua quickly picked up the chopsticks from the table, picked up a vegetable buns, and bit it down. The steamed buns had just been taken off the fire. Although the appearance was cold, the inside was hot. Very, Ji Xiaohua has very little experience in eating buns. Where does it know that the hot mouth is constantly sucking in cool air? It is like this, he is not willing to spit out the buns to his mouth.
Zhang Xiaohua looked at him and smiled. He reached for a glass of water and gave it to him. He said, "Drinking water will not burn."
Ji Xiaohua quickly stood up and muttered in his mouth: "Young master, how can you pour water?"
Zhang Xiaohua raised his hand and gestured for him to sit down and handed the water to him. Ji Xiaohua took it, and quickly sipped his mouth, and then he drank it again, but although he burned water in the teahouse, the water did not dare to drink it. I haven’t had a sip of water since I was busy, can I not be thirsty?
Ji Xiaohua sighed and ate the buns, and waited for the second one. Zhang Xiaohua smiled and pushed the meat buns around him, saying: "Now eat meat buns."
Ji Xiaohua, a glimpse, did not understand how it happened, Zhang Xiaohua said with a smile: "You eat first, eat and say."
Have you got the order to eat, where is Ji Xiaohua still holding? I picked up the meat buns and started to eat them. Fortunately, I had the experience of eating buns, which was not burned by the meat buns.
Zhang Xiaohua looked at the sweetness he had eaten and said: "When I was a child, I first ate the meat buns, and I burned my mouth, and I ate it. Later, I heard people say that the stomach does not eat meat for a long time. It is best to eat a little food before you eat meat, so you will have to eat a meat buns first."
Ji Xiaohua was so stunned that his mouth was stuffed with meat buns, and he muttered, "The young master knows so much."
Zhang Xiaohua's mouth, nonsense, experience with diarrhea, can you understand?
After Ji Xiaohua ate three meat buns, Zhang Xiaohua would not let him eat. He said, "Okay, eat more, the stomach will be uncomfortable, and the rest of the buns are packed, waiting for you to be hungry for a while." It’s not too late to eat.

Ji Xiaohua was overjoyed, and carefully took the rest of the buns and saw the small look of Ji Xiaohua. Zhang Xiaohua was very strange and asked: "I will eat it later, don't be so serious."
Ji Xiaohua said with a serious face: "I am already full, I want to bring it back to my mother."
A "mother-in-law", Zhang Xiaohua's nose is a sour, remembered that he did not know that direction is missing himself, or thought that he had long since passed away, sadly miss his mother.
He waved his hand and said to the peddler: "Man, give me two drawers of buns, a tray of meat."
Ji Xiaohua Qidao said: "Young master, you just didn't eat one, didn't you, still waiting to eat on the road?"
Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: "This is for you to bring back to your mother."

Ah?
Ji Xiaohua couldn’t believe her ears and said,
Is this true?

"Really, I still lie to you?"
"This, this is forty books, young master, are you so generous?"
"Ah? To forty words, I thought it was thirty-six. Well, this is not ancient. If you forget, I will be generous."
Zhang Xiaohua paid the bill. Ji Xiaohua’s hands and feet were packed up and wrapped up the buns. He asked,
Young master, it’s time to do business.

Zhang Xiaohua looked at the things in his hand and smiled: "I don't worry, my things are very easy, or I will take back the things in your hand, let's talk about it."
"Well, the mother is not expected to eat anything, and now it is sent back, just right." Ji Xiaohua was overjoyed.
Ji Xiaohua’s home is in the south of Songning City. Although it is a city, it can be a dilapidated small courtyard. The huts that are leaking everywhere are not as good as the home of Zhang Xiaohua Guozhuang. Zhang Xiaohua did not enter the house, only in the yard. Staying in the room, he did not feel any discomfort, but Ji Xiaohua did not let him in, but said that this is too slow to wait for Zhang Xiaohua.
Zhang Xiaohua’s knowledge swept through the broken house. There was only one middle-aged woman with gray hair in her bed. She was lying on the bed and coughing from time to time. Although she was very patient, can she bear it? Zhang Xiaohua’s gods seem to see the woman spit out a trace of blood.
Zhang Xiaohua sighed and thought of her grandmother. Was her old man not the same?