Naruto: Big Foodie

"What kind of vegetables are you cooking?"

"Corn fried shrimp."

The diners said, "Boss, give us one and try it."

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "I'm sorry, we eat this ourselves. If you want to eat it, I only have the fried kway teow."

The diners smelled how fragrant his family's dishes were, so he said, "Okay, let's get some fried kway teow."

"Okay." Wang Xiaoming got up and prepared to fry the kway teow.

The diner said, "It's you who fry it, not your chef?"

Yes, I was despised! I was really regarded as a boss, not a master.

Yang Ming was putting out the corn kernels that had been hooked up and said to Wang Xiaoming, "You can cook the green vegetables, and I'll fry the kway teow."

Wang Xiaoming walked over and asked Yang Ming in a low voice, "Are you going to fry?"

"Yes, it depends on what you have fried." Yang Ming said that he had already started to fry the kuey teow. Wang Xiaoming went to another stove and started to fry the vegetables. Wang Bing couldn't stand the temptation of Xiangluo, so he quietly began to steal corn and shrimp. He ate one first, it was delicious, and then wanted to take more, but he was not very skilled with chopsticks. It was all thrown on the table, and Wang Bing shouted anxiously, "Abo, I want a spoon!"

As soon as Wang Xiaoming turned his head, he saw that his nephew was already eating there. The table was full of food, so he put down his shovel: "You start eating before the meal is ready!"

Wang Bing simply reached out to grab the dishes that had fallen on the table, but the ones on the plate didn't dare to reach out because it was too hot.

When Wang Xiaoming saw that he was grabbing the dishes on the table with his hands, he became anxious again: "The table is dirty, so are your hands, don't grab it with your hands!" Then he hurried over, carried Wang Bing off the stool, and hurriedly served Wang Bing with rice .

Wang Bing reluctantly looked at the plate of fried corn, licking his mouth, but he was still not satisfied: "Abo, hurry up, I'm starving to death!"

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly filled him with rice, and found a spoon for him: "Okay, you can eat it first." After thinking about it, he grabbed a grain of corn and put it in his mouth. An indescribable delicacy started, his stomach began to peristate, and he felt hungry. He hadn't had an appetite for a long time. Wang Xiaoming realized one thing, he may have really found a treasure.

When Wang Xiaoming returned to the stove, he saw Yang Ming was frying the kuey teow. The kuey teow contained bean sprouts, leeks, shrimp, fish balls, etc. The color of the kuey teow was dyed yellow by soy sauce and oyster sauce. Very appetizing.

Seeing him coming, Yang Ming put the kuey teow on a plate: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoming consciously brought the plate to the guest's table. When he picked up the plate, he suddenly realized a question, how did he become the boss of the hall? He looked around, the new guy was in charge, and there was a domestic boy who was eating. Only his own boss could run errands, his life was hard!

Wang Xiaoming put the kuey teow on the table of the guests: "Sir, please take it slow. Let's see if it suits your taste. If you have any suggestions, just put forward them, and we will strive to improve them."

The guest nodded: "Okay."

As soon as Wang Xiaoming turned around, the table started shouting, "This is the Kuey Teow I ordered, please be polite to me. If you want to eat it yourself, it's only a few dollars!"

Wang Xiaoming looked back and saw that several people at the table were rushing to eat the plate of kuey teow that was just delivered.

"I want it too! I want it too!"

Wang Xiaoming said in his heart, the taste is really that good? With a smile on his face, he said, "How many more do you need?"

A guy stretched out three fingers: "Three servings!"

Wang Xiaoming went back and said to Yang Ming, who was busy with his work, "I have to add three more kway teow."

Yang Ming was frying the tongcai, he hooked the glutinous sauce on it, poured it on top of the tongcai, and after a little stir fry, the tongcai was placed on the plate, emerald green and crystal clear, looking extremely attractive, and said: "I see. ."

Wang Xiaoming brought the lettuce to Wang Bing's dining table, and saw that half of the plate of corn and shrimp was gone. This is the amount of three people. Wang Xiaoming quickly stopped him: "A Bing, eat a little less, and stop eating when you are full. Yes, if you eat too much, your stomach will hurt."

Wang Bing brushed the rice grains at the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and burped and said contentedly, "Abo, it's delicious."

Wang Xiaoming said, "This green vegetable was also fried by my uncle. Let's eat it."

Wang Bing shook her head: "I'm not eating, I'm full."

Wang Xiaoming didn't insist, he didn't just eat meat.

Wang Xiaoming ran to make the seaweed beef ball soup. Yang Ming had already cooked a portion of kuey teow. Wang Xiaoming said, "Why don't you cook three portions together?"

Yang Ming glanced at Wang Xiaoming: "It's too heavy to fry together. If you don't turn the pot, the effect will be much worse."

Wang Xiaoming thought, if this kept going like this all the time, it would be very tiring, and his arm would definitely be sore. He sent the fried kuey teow up, came back and said to Yang Ming, "When you're done cooking, hurry up and eat, and then you'll be busy when you're done."

Yang Ming glanced at him, nodded, and continued to work.

After the three portions of kuey teow were fried, Wang Xiaoming saw that Yang Ming's eyebrows were soaked with sweat. He knew that this job was not easy, and he thought that his injury was not healed, and he might not be feeling well, so he said, "You go to dinner. Come on, I'll fry the next one. I'll give you a towel to wipe off the sweat." He said and threw the towel around his neck to Yang Ming. Although his fry was not as good as Yang Ming's, it didn't taste too bad. After all, it is often done.

Yang Ming took the towel, wiped his sweat, and walked to the table to eat. Wang Bing had already finished eating and went to play. Wang Xiaoming brought two bowls of rice, one for Yang Ming and one for himself, and sat down to eat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yang Ming drank some soup first, and then began to eat , devoured it, obviously starving. Wang Xiaoming said while eating, "I don't know what your name is, and you can't remember it yourself. Can I give you a random name?"

Yang Ming shook his head: "Not good."

"What's your name?" Wang Xiaoming was speechless.

Perhaps it was the residual memory that gave Yang Ming an idea, "Just call me Yang Ming."

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "Well, it's called Yang Ming."

"What about you?" Yang Ming asked suddenly.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted: "You asked my name, right? My name is Wang Xiaoming, you can call me Xiaoming."

Yang Ming looked at the fish sauce on the table and curled the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

They were eating when someone came to eat again: "Boss, do you have any oysters left?"

Wang Xiaoming stopped to eat: "No more, only the fried kway teow is left."

The other party heard that there was no oyster pan and was about to leave when the guest at the table next to him said, "Brother, this house's fried kway teow is better than others' oyster pan. Would you like to try it?"

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