Naruto: Big Foodie

?Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment: "My brother's family."

"What did he say to you?"

Wang Xiaoming raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ming. He rarely asked about his own affairs, so why would he ask this? "Just chatted with me and said that your cooking skills are very good."

Yang Ming said blankly: "Boss Luo gave me 5,000 yuan a month, dividends at the end of the year, and asked me to work at his house."

Wang Xiaoming's heart stopped beating for a beat, but he didn't know what to say. Luo Junsheng dug people into his own place, and offered such favorable conditions. Compared with doing nothing at his own house, most people would choose Luo's family. Well, after a while, he asked, "When?" His question was considered artistic. It could be asking when to go, or when people found him.

Yang Ming took a mouthful of porridge and a chopstick of pickled vegetables: "Last night, when the stall was closing. I refused."

Wang Xiaoming finally let go of the heart he was holding. It's okay, it's okay, Yang Ming is not someone who is easily tempted, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, his tone became relaxed, and he squinted at him playfully: "Why don't you go? There is no salary here."

Yang Ming said nonchalantly, "It's useless for me to ask for money. I don't like it."

Wang Xiaoming doesn't know if he doesn't like money, or if he doesn't like going to Luo's house to do things, anyway, he likes the answer very much. He often sees some high-spirited people on TV who regard money as dung, but he didn't expect to meet him: "Thank you. what."

Yang Ming said, "What did he say to you?"

Wang Xiaoming hesitated for a moment: "Uh, that, Brother Sheng said he wanted to ask you to teach him how to cook."

"What about the benefits?" Yang Ming asked succinctly.

Wang Xiaoming said: "He lent me money to pay usurious loans."

Yang Ming touched his chin: "One hundred thousand?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "It should be."

Yang Ming said: "Tell him, I will sell him the recipe, 5,000 yuan a piece, sell him 20 courses, include the church, ask him if he wants it, and forget it. It's not much, and he will soon be able to do it himself. Still up."

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth in surprise, five thousand yuan for a recipe, is there still such a thing? Is this expensive or cheap? Going to a chef school seems to be tens of thousands of dollars more expensive. "Is that okay? Did I really say that?"

"Whatever, this is the price I offered, and it's already very cheap." Yang Ming said and got up to serve porridge. Wang Xiaoming is not very good at cooking, mainly because he has not undergone professional training, and his understanding is not bad, which can be cultivated. A few kinds of small pickles are from the teacher, salty and delicious, which makes people have a lot of aftertastes. He likes them very much.

Seeing Yang Ming say this, Wang Xiaoming still beat the drum in his heart. If he said it like this, it was obvious that he rejected Luo Junsheng. Wouldn't this offend people?

Yang Ming didn't mention it again. Today, they have more kinds of barbecues, and the diners are really satisfied: "Boss, you should prepare some more beer."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Our family sells raw oysters, so we don't have beer. Eating the two together will cause gout. It's better to pay attention to healthy diet."

"Oh yes, and I forgot about this. I can't drink beer. It would be nice if I had some rice or something." The guest took the next step.

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile, "We're going to launch claypot rice in two days, so please take care of the business."

An acquaintance said: "Xiao Ming, your business here is getting better and better, and it is developing very fast."

"Thanks to everyone for your support!" Wang Xiaoming smiled, he was in a good mood recently, and he laughed a lot, because since Yang Ming came, everything went smoothly, so it's no wonder he's unhappy.

After closing the stall in the evening and returning home, Wang Xiaoming received another message from Luo Junsheng: "Come to my house for tea?"

Wang Xiaoming didn't want to go to his house for tea, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to say those words in front of him, so he typed the message word by word: "Yang Ming said, he can sell you the recipe for a dish, 5,000 yuan a dish, If you agree, you are willing to teach, but if you don't agree, forget it." After checking it several times, he pressed the send button.

After sending the message, Wang Xiaoming clenched his phone tightly. He could imagine Luo Junsheng scolding his mother, but also felt that Yang Ming's trick was a bit of a loss. A dish cost 5,000 yuan, how many copies would it take to make the money back? He was anxiously waiting for Luo Junsheng's response, estimating that the other party would scold him badly.

It took five minutes before the message came back: "Let's think about it."

Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief and did not scold him, which was already very polite.

He ran to Yang Ming's room and saw that he was flipping through a dilapidated magazine by the bedside. It was one from many years ago. It was borrowed by Wang Xiaoming from a classmate's house when he was in school. Who did you borrow it from. There are no entertainment activities in his house, and there is no cable TV. No one likes to watch it. His spiritual life is indeed pitiful.

Seeing him coming, Yang Ming put the book down, looked at him, and did not speak. Wang Xiaoming chuckled: "I told Brother Sheng about selling the formula, and he said to think about it."

Yang Ming nodded: "Well, let me know if there is a situation." After speaking, he raised the book again and continued to read.

Wang Xiaoming closed the door and opened it again: "By the way, is your sleeping mat cold or not, and the wind has cooled down. Let me get you a mattress and quilt."

Yang Ming touched the bare bed board, except for the mat, there was nothing else, he nodded: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly opened the cabinet and pulled out a quilt. Yang Ming took it and put it on himself. Wang Xiaoming found a sheet and put it on him: "Is the quilt thin? If it is thin, change the bed to a thicker one."

"Being not."

The two were busy, and Wang Xiaoming's phone rang. He quickly took it out and took a look. It was Luo Junsheng who called: "Brother Sheng."

Luo Junsheng said in a gloomy tone: "You haven't slept yet, let's have a cup of tea with Yang Ming and chat in person."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Ming who was bending over to lay the sheets: "Okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ hung up the phone and said to Yang Ming, "Brother Sheng asked us to have tea. "

Yang Ming nodded: "Go."

Wang Xiaoming took a thin coat and put it on, and also found Yang Ming a coat of his own. Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Ming wearing a black red heart short-sleeved t-shirt and thought to himself, I have to buy him long-sleeved shirts and thick clothes tomorrow.

This time, not only Luo Junsheng was alone in the Luo family living room, but also Luo Maogang and his wife, Luo Junsheng's wife was also there. Everyone silently watched Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming come in. The two were wearing the same T-shirt. At first glance Also a bit like a brother.

Wang Xiaoming looked at this scene, like a tribunal in three courts, he greeted with a smile: "Uncle, aunt, Shengge, sister-in-law."

Luo Maogang said, "Sit down."

Luo Junsheng poured tea for the two of them: "Drink tea."

Yang Ming said: "I don't drink anymore, I can't sleep if I drink it, and the boss also drinks less."