Naruto: Big Foodie

Yang Ming took Wang Bing from his arms, hugged him, and reached out to wipe his tears: "A Bing doesn't cry."

Wang Bing didn't expect that Uncle Yang Ming, who had never liked her very much, would come to save her at this time. She cried even more now. Wang Xiaoming rolled up the wet sheets, quilt cover and pants, and threw them into the basin to soak first. .

I couldn't help but nag: "The quilt cover is wet, and even the mattress is wet. Let's see how you want to sleep tonight. You can sleep on the floor. You are such a big man, don't you know how to call someone when you want to pee? At home. Everyday is so obedient, I know when I wake up, but I don’t know how to wake up when I reach a new place.”

While dressing Wang Bing, Yang Ming listened to his nagging and said: "The mattress is moved to the balcony to dry, the quilt is washed, and it should be dried in the washing machine. It should be dry at night, if not, just go. Buy a new set."

Wang Xiaoming saw that it was getting late: "You go shopping first, I'll wash the quilt and come back."

Yang Ming said, "Put your clothes on first, don't catch a cold."

Only when Wang Xiaoming realized that he got up, he was cleaning up the mess for Wang Bing. He was still wearing a single shirt and single pants. He couldn't help but sneezed and hurried to get dressed.

Yang Ming asked Wang Bing, "Are you going to buy food with Abo or your uncle?"

Wang Bing looked at Wang Xiaoming timidly: "With uncle." This is the first time this kid has taken the initiative to get close to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming held his little hand: "Let's go, go shopping."

Wang Xiaoming saw that Yang Ming took Wang Bing away, and quickly added: "A Bing, keep close with uncle, don't walk around, don't get lost."

Wang Xiaoming hung the washed sheets and quilt covers on the balcony. He looked up at the unpredictable sky outside the security window. It was a rare winter day without wind. If the mattress is not dry, sleep in another room. There is a single bed in that room, which was originally reserved for Yu Nan, but he hasn't come back yet.

Wang Xiaoming had a good plan, but he had foreseen a chaotic day from the morning. This day has been extraordinarily busy. From 9:00 am, the phone has been ringing non-stop. All of them are calling to order food, some are starting to order the New Year's Eve dinner now, and some are ordering a banquet.

The end of the year is the peak period for wedding events, especially wedding banquets, followed by birthday banquets, as well as those with full moon wine, those who move to their new homes, etc. Therefore, the previous year was the peak consumption of restaurants.

Although Wang Xiaoming's restaurant is not big, it can hold twenty or thirty tables, which is enough for an ordinary banquet. Although it has only been opened for two or three days, the reputation of the store has already gone out, and many customers have called to reserve the banquet.

These Wang Xiaoming have not had time to discuss with Yang Ming, the recipe has not been set, and there is absolutely no standard for specifications. Wang Xiaoming could only wait for the time and discuss it with Yang Ming before discussing the details with the other party. There were three banquets in one morning. Wang Xiaoming made a rough calculation. If it was a table of 1,000 yuan, and a table earned 200 yuan, there would be at least a dozen tables for a banquet, and it would still make money.

I don't know if it was because I caught a cold in the morning, or because I received too many calls, Wang Xiaoming felt a little dizzy. At lunchtime, Wang Xiaoming's cold worsened, with a headache and a runny nose. After three sneezes, Yang Ming said, "Go out quickly, you don't have to be busy here, go to the front desk to checkout, and remember to buy medicine."

Wang Xiaoming knew that it was not appropriate for him to stay in the kitchen in this situation, so he walked out of the kitchen with his head drooping, and did not go to buy medicine. He had a little cold, and what medicine he was taking. He was young and strong, and he was done with it. Wang Xiaoming sniffled and went to order for the customer.

Just ordered two, Zhang Yiwei came over: "Boss, you go to rest, I'll come, I'll come." This kid has become extra diligent and proactive today, because he knows that Yang Ming teaches a dish worth 5,000 yuan, and he behaved well, Learn to cook for free.

Wang Xiaoming had to go back to the cashier and sit. Wang Bing was sitting there playing with his Ultraman. When he saw Wang Xiaoming coming, he wanted to run away. He still remembered the slap he got on the **** this morning.

Wang Xiaoming glared at him: "Stinky boy, you will hold grudges like this. Who will feed you, who will dress you, and who will take you to sleep? You don't like Abo, so you can follow Uncle Yang Ming in the future."

Wang Bing lowered her head and said nothing. Wang Xiaoming sneezed and wiped his nose with some tissue. Wang Bing looked up at Wang Xiaoming: "Abo, are you sick?"

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand: "Go play elsewhere, stay away from me."

Wang Bing thought that Wang Xiaoming really didn't want him anymore, so she reached out and grabbed Wang Xiaoming's sleeve, her eyes were frightened and wronged, her mouth was shriveled and she was about to cry: "I want Abo, not Uncle Yang Ming, I will listen to Abo."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Abo didn't want you. Abo is sick and will pass on a cold to you. Go play somewhere else."

Wang Bing turned around and left, and ran to the kitchen: "Uncle Yang Ming, my uncle is sick."

Yang Ming is busy: "I see, has he taken medicine?"

Wang Bing shook her head: "No."

Yang Ming took a look, turned off the fire, and washed the **** and shallots himself, using the **** pieces and the white shallots with whiskers to quickly boil a bowl of onion-ginger water: "Ayang, take this to the boss and let him He drank."

Zhao Xiaoyang came over: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoming watched Zhao Xiaoyang come towards him with a bowl in hand: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Xiaoyang said, "Boss, this is what Brother Yang Ming asked me to bring to you, so you can drink it."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the bowl of pale yellow water: "What is this?"

Zhao Xiaoyang said, "Ginger soup. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Wang Xiaoming took it and smelled it. Sure enough, there was a smell of **** and scallion. He grinned, and his heart was warm. This person is quite careful.

Wang Xiaoming drank the onion and **** water boiled by Yang Ming. I don't know if it was because of the psychological effect. He felt much better, and he sneezed less frequently.

Wang Bing ran over, her big eyes full of concern: "Abo, are you healed?"

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his nose: "Okay. You can play by yourself, don't come to me first." After speaking, he sneezed, and quickly wiped it with a piece of paper.

Wang Bing looked at Wang Xiaoming with a red nose and felt that Abo was so pitiful. He hugged Ultraman, sat obediently on an empty chair, and looked at Wang Xiaoming from a distance, like an abandoned puppy.

However, Wang Xiaoming's condition did not get better because of this. The cold was just an incentive. The fatigue accumulated over a long period of time made his immune system low, and the virus spread recklessly. Instead, his cold became more and more serious.

Without Wang Xiaoming's help, the two newly arrived younger brothers couldn't help much. Yang Ming was like three heads and six arms in the kitchen, and he had to cut and cook vegetables. Zhang Yiwei and Zhao Xiaoyang watched Yang Ming dance the knife and shovel like acrobatics, and they couldn't help but admire him. They had nothing to say other than to worship.

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