Naruto: Big Foodie

?Liu Hao caught the person, threw it high in the air, and caught it again: "Oh, Xiao Bingbing, you have been heavy again recently. I can't throw you anymore. Let me see if you have grown taller."

"I've grown up!" Wang Bing giggled so crisply, not afraid at all, hugged Liu Hao's neck, reached out to take off his hat, Liu Hao took off his hat and put it on his small head, The little guy is so beautiful that his tail is up in the sky.

Wang Xiaoming said, "Rat, what do you want to eat?"

Liu Hao said: "I don't eat now, I'm still at work, and I'll come back after work. If you're okay, I'll leave. If someone makes trouble, call me."

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Okay, thank you. I'll keep the dishes for you. You can come over to eat after work."

"Okay." Liu Hao waved his hand and walked out, and Wang Xiaoming stopped him again: "Rat."

Liu Hao stopped and turned to look at him.

Wang Xiaoming hesitated for a while before saying, "Is there any news about Yang Ming's family?" Wang Xiaoming was very conflicted. He was worried that Yang Ming's family would come over, and he was worried that he would never find his family. , not to mention the torment.

Liu Hao said: "Not yet."

Wang Xiaoming expressed his concerns: "He can't go on like this forever. Without a household registration and identity, he is a black man, and his health certificate can't be helped."

Liu Hao nodded: "How about you get a certificate from the village and temporarily leave the household registration to your house?"

"Is this okay?" Wang Xiaoming asked uncertainly.

Liu Hao said: "Let me tell you to the leaders of the institute. He is actually quite dangerous. He has no household registration. To put it bluntly, it is also a safety hazard. If he settles in a household, it will be more conducive to management."

"That would be too much trouble for you." Wang Xiaoming said gratefully.

Liu Hao stretched out his hand and swept Wang Xiaoming's hair: "Who are we and who, don't work too hard, pay attention to rest."

Wang Xiaoming smiled: "I know."

There were already guests at this time, and Wang Xiaoming hurried back to help. Yang Ming was doing the prep work in the kitchen. He cleaned and processed the vegetables he had just bought. The fish and shrimp had to be fresh. Naturally, they should be cooked and killed immediately. When in a hurry, the vegetables can be washed first, and the peeled ones should be peeled first.

Wang Xiaoming was cutting vegetables, and Yang Ming was already cooking. The two adults were busy, Wang Bing sneaked into the kitchen, Yang Ming was making a hot pot, and the flames were blazing, even the pot was on fire, so frightened Wang Bing screamed: "Ah, ah, It's on fire!"

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "It's okay, Ah Bing, Uncle Yang Ming is cooking, it will be alright."

Yang Ming finished flipping the pot, turned off the fire, put the dishes in the pot in a bowl, and took time to look at Wang Bing: "Is it fun?"

Wang Bing's mouth was in the shape of an "o", and his eyes showed a look of admiration. Uncle Yang Ming was so powerful that he could actually set fire in a pot.

Yang Ming glanced at him: "Then you grow taller quickly, I'll teach you."

Wang Xiaoming turned his head to look at Yang Ming, and then laughed. Yang Ming meant to teach Wang Bing how to cook. Wang Xiaoming asked Wang Bing, "A Bing, do you want to learn how to cook?"

Wang Bing nodded vigorously: "Learn!"

Wang Xiaoming hugged him and sat on a chair in the corner of the kitchen: "You sit here, don't walk around, and watch Uncle Yang Ming cook."

"Okay." But Wang Bing didn't see Yang Ming hooking the fire again after that, but there was some flipping the pot, because hooking the fire is a skill that needs to be stir-fried.

Wang Xiaoming thinks that if Wang Bing is interested in cooking, he may not be able to learn to cook. Cooking is also a way out. Although it is a little harder, if he can do Yang Ming's sake, life will not be too bad. Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but think, what kind of person was Yang Ming before, why did he end up on his own island and almost became a beggar. It's a puzzling and irresistible mystery. This man is a mysterious man.

Business was booming in the evening as usual, because the time of the guests was not as concentrated as at noon, so the two of them were less nervous and more relaxed.

When Wang Xiaoming was cutting vegetables, he also received several calls to order food, some from that night and some from tomorrow. He thought to himself that in the future, he might have to ask someone to sit at the front desk to go to the cashier and answer the phone ordering. It's just that the cashier needs someone you can trust. Generally speaking, the cashier is the boss or the proprietress. My own boss has to be busy in the kitchen. If it's the boss's wife, it's a matter of the mirror. Who else is more reliable?

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming's thoughts couldn't help rushing in this direction. He is almost 25 years old. Except for his first love in his youth, he has no similar thoughts after that. He is too poor. Poverty can suppress a person's needs to At the very least, people will never think about anything other than survival. Although Wang Xiaoming is a vigorous young man, he really doesn't have the energy to think about it.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but spit to himself: Bah! Do you have energy now? Besides having a shop, what else? And hundreds of thousands in debt! Two tow oil bottles!

Wang Xiaoming shook his head, why did he think of that? Didn't he want to hire a cashier, but what kind of reliable talent? If there are brothers and sisters, it is also possible, but now one brother is in the class room, the other is in school, and there are two sisters, but they both follow their mother. My sister must be sixteen too.

Yang Ming suddenly said, "Boss, where's Celery?"

Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses: "Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~Wait a minute, the celery hasn't been cut out yet." As soon as he was distracted, his work slowed down.

Yang Ming glanced at him and didn't say anything. He took the celery and cut it, and said, "We need to hire a side dish worker in the kitchen."

Wang Xiaoming was a little ashamed. He quickly looked at the menu, cut down the ingredients for a dish, and said while busy, "I don't need it for the time being, I can handle it."

Yang Ming glanced at him and said, "You can't just start cooking forever, you have to learn how to cook. If the business keeps going like this, the two of us won't be able to keep up, and we'll have to recruit more people."

Wang Xiaoming knew that what Yang Ming said was the truth. Based on the idea of ​​​​opening up and reducing expenditure, everything could be saved. In fact, only by rationally allocating manpower can we make more money. When people are paralyzed from exhaustion, it is not worth the loss.

At seven or eight o'clock, the business in the store reached its peak, and there was a lot of people upstairs and downstairs. The three waitresses and aunts ran without touching the ground, ordering food, delivering food, collecting the table, and collecting the bowls. Those who climbed up and down had almost no time to breathe. They were so tired that they were flushed and out of breath. , really can't bear it.