Naruto: Big Foodie

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming turned over, feeling a little irritable, he must become stronger, and he must not be looked down upon by others. He reached out and touched the little nephew lying beside him. The little guy slept for a long time, not to mention how fragrant it was. He tried to take a few deep breaths, let's sleep, and he will be busy tomorrow.

The next morning, Wang Xiaoming got up at 5 o'clock on time. Wang Bing hadn't woken up yet. Wang Xiaoming usually didn't have time to watch over him. After thinking about it today, I picked up Wang Bing and put it on Yang Ming's bed. Yang Ming was originally asleep, but when he heard the movement, he woke up and was ready to get up.

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly said: "You don't have to get up now, I'll put A Bing on your side, and when he wakes up, you put on his clothes, the morning is cool, and he will wear a light jacket. You and him will come to the booth then. Just find me."

Yang Ming wiped his face: "I'll go with you."

Wang Xiaoming said: "No, just help me take care of A Bing. He won't be able to sleep for long, at most an hour."

Yang Ming nodded and said nothing.

Wang Xiaoming went out, went to the market to buy vegetables and kuey teow, and then went straight to the stall. As soon as he washed and cut the vegetables, everything was ready, the sky was bright, someone came over for breakfast, and Wang Xiaoming started to get busy. He was busy when Wang Bing ran over with a stinky face, hugged Wang Xiaoming's thigh, and burst into tears.

Wang Xiaoming stopped: "What's wrong, A Bing?"

"Abo, don't call me!" Wang Bing howled in a rough voice, his tone full of complaints.

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "You didn't wake up, didn't you ask Uncle Yang Ming to accompany you?"

"I don't want him to accompany me!" Wang Bing hugged Wang Xiaoming's leg and cried a lot.

Wang Xiaoming raised his head and saw Yang Ming trotting all the way to come from behind, still holding Wang Bing's little jacket. Seeing Wang Bing, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled helplessly: "He doesn't listen to me."

Wang Xiaoming thought about it for a while, and felt that he was a little careless. Wang Bing and Yang Ming were not too familiar with him, so he entrusted him to him. No wonder he woke up in the morning crying. His hand was not empty, so he could only comfort him with words: "Isn't Abo here, you can find a place yourself. Men bleed without tears, don't cry!"

Wang Bing wiped her tears and snot on Wang Xiaoming's trouser legs, trying her best to hold back her crying. Yang Ming took the clothes: "Come and get dressed."

Wang Bing ignored him at all, hugging Wang Xiaoming's thigh tightly and not letting go. Yang Ming had no choice but to say to Wang Xiaoming: "I'll come, you dress him." He really is not good at coaxing children.

Wang Xiaoming had to put down the spoon: "I need a kway teow soup on the table over there."

"Well." Yang Ming washed his hands and started to work.

Wang Xiaoming pulled Wang Bing to sit at a table, and took a tissue to wipe his nose and tears: "A Bing is so old, she likes to cry and be ashamed."

Wang Bing pouted and did not speak. Wang Xiaoming added: "Is Uncle Yang Ming taking care of you well? You don't usually want to get up, but now you can sleep more."

Wang Bing said impatiently, "I don't want to sleep too much!"

Wang Xiaoming is impatient: "You still have a little temper, put on your clothes yourself! Abo is going to make money."

Wang Bing hugged her clothes and looked at Wang Xiaoming's back. She pouted and wanted to cry, but she didn't cry. When I woke up this morning, I didn't see Abo, but saw an unfamiliar uncle, frightened him. He thought Abo didn't want it He is gone. Now that he sees Abo still setting up a stall there, he doesn't want him. He relaxes, and there is no need to cry. He puts on his clothes obediently, and then runs away to play.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Wang Bing, who was enjoying himself, and smiled, stinky boy, just can't get used to it, the more he coaxed, the more excited he became.

Since this morning, Wang Bing has not treated Yang Ming very much, never called him, never talked to him, never paid attention to him, and never ate anything he made. Wang Xiaoming finds it strange. Didn't he say he wanted to help Yang Ming at the beginning, but now he is angry with him. Of course, he didn't say anything disgusting in his mouth, but he did not like it in his actions.

When eating at noon that day, Wang Bing brought the rice bowl to the table: "Abo, which dish did you cook?"

Wang Xiaoming said, "I did it all."

Wang Bing became happy: "Abo's dishes are delicious, I like to eat Abo's dishes."

Wang Xiaoming smiled and touched Wang Bing's head: "You have a conscience."

In fact, at noon, Wang Xiaoming used less oil when cooking, and some of the dishes were sticky to the pan. The dishes were fried black, and they were not very tasty. Yang Ming only took one bite and went to eat the marinated squid made by Wang Xiaoming. But Wang Bing ate it with relish and did not dislike it at all.

When he set out in the stall in the afternoon, Wang Xiaoming brought a barbecue stand, because Yang Ming wanted to make charcoal-grilled oysters. The profit of charcoal-fired oysters is very high. In places like their coastal areas, although a large oyster is only sold for three yuan a piece, the profit is quite considerable compared to the shelled oysters that cost a few yuan a pound.

Wang Xiaoming rarely makes charcoal-grilled oysters. One is that one person is too busy, and the other is that there are many people who make charcoal-grilled oysters. He does not have an advantage in practice, and his business is not very good. So despite Yang Ming's help, he didn't prepare much, only a few dozen. He would test the water first. If the response is good, he will sell more tomorrow.

The ingredients for the charcoal-grilled oysters were prepared by Yang Ming. Wang Xiaoming was busy opening the oysters, so he didn't see how he made them. When the charcoal fire started, the oysters were roasted and the ingredients were put on it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A strong fragrance As the sea breeze blew across the street, almost everyone whose nose was still working couldn't help twitching their noses: "What kind of smell is this, who made it? It smells so evil!"

The customers who were eating nearby approached the water tower and flocked over following the fragrance: "It's charcoal-grilled oysters, how much is one? Come and have two to taste."

Wang Xiaoming held the oysters in a clip to make them heat evenly: "Three pieces each, there are only fifty pieces in total, first come, first served."

"Let's get four first." Other people's houses also sell for three yuan, and his family also sells three yuan, which is not more expensive. It's so fragrant, and the taste is definitely not bad. Let's try it first.

Wang Xiaoming took the lunch box: "Okay, I'll pick out the four most cooked ones for you. I'll buy them later."

Yang Ming was only in charge of adjusting the ingredients, and then went to fry the oysters and fried the kuey teow. The job of grilling the oysters was handed over to Wang Xiaoming. Wang Xiaoming is used to doing this and can handle it completely.

In less than three minutes, the first person to eat charcoal-grilled oysters turned around and said, "Boss, give me another eight."

The people in line here are all anxious: "No, we haven't eaten the first one, so you want to be full? Boss, don't sell it to him!"

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "Don't worry, line up and come one by one, try not to be round, let more friends have a taste, we will have some tomorrow."

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