The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 26 Big Steamed Bun Hot Lamb Soup, The Shy Secret Guard

Zhao Jin is currently holding An Shier's wrist, close to his pulse, he can naturally feel his heart beating faster, and his ears are also a little red under closer inspection.

He couldn't help chuckling, blew into An Twelve's ear, and asked in a low voice: "I've done everything that is too extreme, so you're shy?"

"..."

It was fine if Zhao Jin didn't ask, but when he asked, An Twelve's ears turned redder, and his whole body was stiff. He didn't know what to answer for a while, so he could only lower his head slightly, revealing his soft neck.

Zhao Jin was amused by his appearance, and bit his thick earlobe wickedly.

"Then are you willing or not?"

Although An Twelve's ears were as red as tomatoes at the moment, he answered without any hesitation, with a firm voice: "This subordinate is willing to do anything for Master."

Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment, as if a stone had been pressed in his heart, he couldn't help but ask: "Is it because I am the master, or...forget it, I'm tired, call me back home."

Zhao Jin let go of An Shier's hand and retreated to Hou Yi, leaning against the wall of the carriage, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Yes." An Twelve stared blankly at his wrist, the temperature was getting colder and a little bit at a loss, looking at the handsome face in front of him, he wanted to ask a question, but he was afraid of disturbing his master's rest, so he just You can keep your mouth shut and your fists clenched.

Master, why are you unhappy?

Is it because I was stupid and said the wrong thing?

For the first time, An Twelve hated his clumsy tongue, not being able to please others.

The master is now in love, so he has no choice but to stay. Such a vulgar person like him is placed on the side of the bed, but he is clumsy, unable to please the master, and unable to make the master smile.

The horseshoes were still walking fast, and the carriage was quiet.

Zhao Jin closed his eyes and meditated, often whirring, and when he was about to fall asleep, he was gently awakened by the people around him, and An Twelve's deep and pleasant voice came from him.

"Master, we are here."

Only then did Zhao Jin wake up abruptly, stretched himself when he arrived at the palace, and slowly got off the carriage.

This majestic royal mansion finally welcomed its owner back.

It was almost noon, Zhao Jin had some snacks, and ordered Housekeeper Liu to send two sets of casual clothes, Zhao Jin's ordinary brocade gown, with a sapphire pendant around his waist, he looked like a rich man.

And Dark Twelve is dressed in a navy blue tight-fitting robe, with black moiré patterns around his waist, and a slender and simple sword in his hand, which looks like he has some skills.

The two of them didn't take anyone else with them, they walked out from the back door of the palace, and walked leisurely on the street. Zhao Jin was quite curious about some lively streets in ancient times, so he stopped and went to Xingrong Street. , the food hawkers are quite lively.

Curly green smoke billows from the tall cages on the street, and the tangy aroma of steamed buns can be smelled from a long distance away. There are a few simple wooden tables and chairs, and a cotton signboard hanging on a pillar next to it, Zhou Ji Steamed Bun Shop.

Zhao Jin took a deep breath, and couldn't help but exclaimed that it was so delicious, let's go eat something, and after speaking, he pulled An Shier's wrist, ran towards the steamed stuffed bun shop, found an empty chair and sat down.

An Twelve sat leisurely around Zhao Jin, and took out a square handkerchief to wipe the table for him. When it seemed that the water was rising, his eyes were watching all directions, his ears were listening to all directions, and he was always on guard, and if he moved a little, he would cut the villain under the sword.

Zhao Jin smelled the aroma of buns, and looked at the mutton soup stewed in a big iron pot not far away, and the dim sum he ate just now.As if it didn't exist anymore, he snapped open the folding fan, and yelled at the chubby proprietress not far away as if he was going out to play: "Give me two drawers of meat buns. Two bowls of mutton soup, please ask for more." Spicy."

The fat proprietress smiled all over her face, and quickly responded, "Okay! Young master, there are two drawers of buns and two bowls of mutton soup. Please sit down and wait a moment."

But there are 4 tables in the small shop.

It was full in no time, and some diners were quite familiar with chatting with the proprietress, and they seemed to be regular customers.

After a while, two drawers of steamed buns and two bowls of mutton soup were served.

Dark Twelve took a step ahead of Zhao Jin, and took a spoonful of the mutton soup from the two bowls to taste, and then took out the buns from the two cages to eat, and after waiting for a while, he took the bowls and chopsticks to Zhao Jin. Said loudly: "Master, you can eat it."

This obviously meant to test him first, and Zhao Jin felt a little sour in his heart.He shook An Twelve's hand and nodded slightly at him.

"It's okay, don't do this, you can use silver needles to detect poison next time."

An Twelve wanted to say, some poison, if you really can't detect it, it's better to test the poison first, but he wisely didn't say it out, for fear of angering his master, but nodded obediently, and took a chubby one for his master. Baozi, into the plate.

"It's stuffed with pork and green onion. The ingredients are very fresh. Master, try to see if it suits me."

Zhao Jin picked up a chubby steamed stuffed bun, took a bite, and the delicious smell filled his mouth. The pork was delicious, soft and tender, and the taste was just right. Thumbs up.

"Oh... delicious! The proprietress is very skilled!"

The chubby proprietress next to her smiled brightly: "Young Master, as long as you like it, drink the mutton soup while it's hot. It will start to stew just after dawn. It's very delicious."

After the proprietress smiled and said a few words, she turned around to greet other guests.

Zhao Jin took a sip of the mutton soup happily, and his whole body felt warm from his mouth to his stomach.

Seeing An Shier sitting opposite him blankly, Zhao Jin picked up a meat bun with his chopsticks, put it to An Shir's lips, and urged happily: "Take a bite, this bun is delicious."

"Master..." An Twelve was flattered and stared wide-eyed, not daring to refuse, opened his mouth with reddish ear tips, bit the bun, and instantly filled his mouth with thick soup.

"It's delicious!" Zhao Jin smiled, looking at An Twelve, who was dressed as a warrior, but with a big bun in his mouth, his bulging cheeks were so cute, he couldn't help but want to poke him One poke.

Zhao Jin has always been a man of action, so he did so after thinking so, and lightly poked his finger on the cheek of the drum.

An Twelve felt his movements stop instantly, his ears became redder, and he bit the bun in a daze for a moment, not knowing whether to put it down or continue eating.

"Hey, you eat, you eat."

Zhao Jin poked it a few more times wickedly, stopped making trouble when he was having fun, ate another steamed stuffed bun, drank the rest of the mutton soup, his stomach was full, and he watched with a smile on An Twelve Wind swept the table The remaining buns and mutton soup are finished.

Zhao Jin looked at the buns with a smile on his side, and was happy when suddenly there was a commotion around him.

"Let us two brothers find you, an old liar, what kind of treasures from overseas are you selling, I am! It is all a lie, pay back the money."

Two reckless men at the side of the aisle pushed and pushed an old man in ragged clothes. The old man didn't stop and bumped into the proprietress of Duanyang Tang passing by.

The proprietress ouched, and poured the hot mutton soup towards Zhao Jin.

There is a layer of oil floating on the mutton soup, which is scalding hot, and it will scald a layer of blisters when it is splashed on people.

But the matter happened in a flash, Zhao Jin just dodged back subconsciously, but half of his shoulder was still exposed, only to see a shadow flashing around him, An Shier subconsciously got up, grabbed Zhao Jin's hand, and grabbed Zhao Jin's hand. Dragging it into his arms, he blocked the mutton soup with his backhand.

An Shier didn't care about his wet sleeves, and hurriedly checked whether Zhao Jin was injured, his voice was a little anxious.

"Master, can you hurt me?"