Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1315

Chapter 1315

Yang Ming snatched Wang Bing from his arms, held him in his arms, and wiped his tears with his hand: "Ah Bing doesn't cry."

Wang Bing didn't expect that Uncle Yang Ming, who didn't like him very much, would come to save him at this time, and now he cried even harder. Wang Xiaoming rolled up the wet sheets, quilt cover and trousers, threw them into the basin and soaked them first. .

I couldn't help nagging: "The quilt cover is wet, even the mattress is wet. I'll see how to sleep tonight. You can sleep on the floor. You are so big, don't you know how to call someone if you want to pee? At home You are so obedient every day, you know you will wake up when the time comes, but you don’t know you will wake up when you are in a new place.”

While dressing Wang Bing, Yang Ming listened to his nagging, and said, "Move the mattress to the balcony to dry, wash the quilt, spin it in the washing machine, let it dry, and it should be dry at night. Buy a new set."

Wang Xiaoming saw that it was getting late: "Go shopping first, I'll come back after washing the quilt."

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

Only then did Wang Xiaoming realize that he had cleaned up the mess for Wang Bing when he got up, and he was still wearing single clothes and pants. He couldn't help but sneezed, and hurried to get dressed.

Yang Ming asked Wang Bing, "Are you going shopping with Uncle, or with Uncle?"

Wang Bing looked at Wang Xiaoming timidly: "Follow Uncle." This was the first time this kid took the initiative to get close to Yang Ming.

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

Seeing that Yang Ming took Wang Bing away, Wang Xiaoming quickly added: "A Bing, follow uncle closely, don't wander around, don't get lost."

Wang Xiaoming hung the washed sheets and quilts on the balcony and looked up at the cloudy and unpredictable sky outside the security window. It was a rare windless winter day. He doubted whether the bed and quilts could be dry, so he took the time to buy a set of quilts. If the mattress is not dry, he will sleep in another room. There is a single bed in that room, which was originally reserved for Yu Nan, but luckily he hasn't come back yet.

Wang Xiaoming had planned well, but he had foreseen it would be a chaotic day from the morning.It was an extremely busy day, and the phone rang non-stop since nine o'clock in the morning. They were all calling to order food.

The end of the year is the peak period for weddings, especially wedding banquets, followed by birthday banquets, full moon wine, housewarming, etc., so the consumption peak of restaurants is the year before.

Although Wang Xiaoming's restaurant is not too big, it can hold twenty or thirty tables, which is enough for ordinary banquets.Although it has only been open for two or three days, the store's reputation has already spread, and many customers call to book banquets.

These Wang Xiaoming have not had time to discuss with Yang Ming, the recipes have not been set, and there are no standards for the specifications.Wang Xiaoming could only make time first, discuss with Yang Ming and then discuss the details with him.He actually took three banquets in one morning, Wang Xiaoming did a rough calculation, if it was 1000 yuan per table, he could earn 200 yuan per table, and if he set up a banquet, there would be at least ten tables, which would still make money.

I don't know if he caught a cold in the morning, or because he answered too many calls, Wang Xiaoming felt a little dizzy.When it was lunch time, Wang Xiaoming's cold got worse, he had a headache, eyesight and runny nose. After three sneezes, Yang Ming said: "Hurry up, you don't need to be busy here, go to the front desk to cashier, remember to buy medicine."

Wang Xiaoming knew that it was inappropriate for him to stay in the kitchen. He hung his head out of the kitchen and did not go to buy medicine. He had a slight cold, and he was young and strong, so he could pass it.Wang Xiaoming sniffled and went to order the customers.

Just after ordering 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 Mingjiao cooks a dish worth 5000 yuan. Can learn to cook for free.

Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to go back and sit behind the cashier. 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 on his butt this morning.

Wang Xiaoming glared at him: "Brat, you know how to hold grudges like this. Who fed you, who clothed you, and who took you to sleep? You don't like Uncle, so follow Uncle Yang Ming from now on."

Wang Bing lowered his head and did not speak.Wang Xiaoming sneezed, pulled some paper and wiped his nose.Wang Bing looked up at Wang Xiaoming: "Bo, are you sick?"

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

Wang Bing thought that Wang Xiaoming really didn't want him anymore, so he reached out and grabbed Wang Xiaoming's sleeve, his eyes were full of fear and aggrieved, his mouth was puckered and he was about to cry: "I want Uncle Yang, not Uncle Yang Ming, I will listen to Uncle."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Abo did not want you. Abo is sick and will pass the cold to you. You can go to another place to play."

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

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

Wang Bing shook his head: "No."

Yang Ming took a look, turned off the fire, and washed ginger and scallions with his own hands. He quickly boiled a bowl of scallion and ginger water with ginger pieces and bearded scallions: "Ah Yang, take this to the boss, let the boss He drank."

Zhao Xiaoyang came over: "OK."

Wang Xiaoming watched Zhao Xiaoyang approaching him with a bowl: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Xiaoyang said: "Boss, Brother Yang Ming asked me to bring this 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."

Wang Xiaoming took it and smelled it, and it really smelled like ginger and green onion. He grinned, feeling warm in his heart. This person is quite careful.

Wang Xiaoming drank the scallion and ginger water cooked by Yang Ming. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. He felt much better, and he didn't sneeze so frequently.

Wang Bing ran over, his big eyes were full of concern: "Uncle, have you recovered from your illness?"

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

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

However, Wang Xiaoming's condition did not really get better because of this. The cold was only an inducement. The long-term accumulated fatigue weakened his immune system. The virus spread wantonly, and his cold became more and more serious.

Without Wang Xiaoming's help, and the two newcomers couldn't help much, Yang Ming was in a mess in the kitchen, chopping and frying vegetables.Zhang Yiwei and Zhao Xiaoyang watched Yang Ming dance with the knife like acrobatics, and couldn't help admiring him. It turns out that a real chef is like this!They had nothing to say but prostration.

(End of this chapter)