Yang Ming snatched Wang Bing from his arms, hugged himself, and stretched out his hand to wipe his tears: "Ah Bing doesn't cry."
Wang Bing didn't expect Uncle Yang Ming, who had never liked him very much, to save himself at this time, and now he cried even more, Wang Xiaoming rolled up the wet sheets, quilt covers and pants, and threw them into the basin to soak them first.
I couldn't help but nag: "The quilt cover is wet, even the mattress is wet, see how you want to sleep tonight, you can sleep on the ground."
It's such a big person, and I don't know how to call someone if I want to pee, so obedient at home every day, I know to wake up at the point, and I don't know how to wake up when I get to 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 the washing machine is used to dry, and it should be dried at night, if it doesn't work, go buy a new set." ” Wang Xiaoming looked at the time and saw that it was not early: "You go to buy vegetables first, I'll wash the quilt and come back." ” Yang Ming said: "You put on your clothes first, don't catch a cold." ” Wang Xiaoming found out that he got up and cleaned up the mess for Wang Bing, and he was still wearing single clothes and pants, so he couldn't help but sneeze and hurriedly went to get dressed.
Yang Ming asked Wang Bing: "Do you follow Uncle or go grocery shopping with your uncle?"
Wang Bing looked at Wang Xiaoming a little timidly: "With uncle."
"This is the first time this kid has taken the initiative to get close to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming took his little hand: "Let's go, go grocery shopping." ” Wang Xiaoming saw that Yang Ming took Wang Bing away, and hurriedly added a sentence later: "Ah Bing, follow your uncle, don't walk around, don't get lost." ” Wang Xiaoming hung the washed sheets and quilt covers on the balcony, looked up at the unpredictable sky outside the anti-theft window, it was a rare windless winter day, and he doubted whether the bed and quilt could be dry, so he took the time to buy a set of quilt covers, if the mattress was not dry, he slept in another room, there was a single bed in that room, which was originally reserved for Yu Nan, but fortunately he has not come back yet.
Wang Xiaoming planned well, but he had foreseen this as a chaotic day from the morning.
This day is exceptionally busy, from nine o'clock in the morning, the phone rings non-stop, all of them are calling to order food, some are starting to order the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner now, and there are also ordering wine banquets.
The end of the year is the peak period for happy events, especially the wedding banquet, followed by the birthday banquet, as well as the full moon wine, housewarming, and so on, so the year before is the peak of consumption in the restaurant.
Although Wang Xiaoming's restaurant is not big, it can also set up twenty or thirty tables, which is enough for an ordinary banquet.
Although it has only been open for two or three days, the reputation of the store has already been spread, and many customers have called to book a banquet.
These Wang Xiaoming haven't had time to discuss with Yang Ming, the recipes have not been decided, and there is no standard for specifications or anything.
Wang Xiaoming could only take the time first, discuss it with Yang Ming, and then discuss the details with the other party.
There were three banquets in the morning, and Wang Xiaoming made a rough calculation, if it was a table of 1,000 yuan, a table would earn 200 yuan, and a banquet would be set up, at least there would be a dozen tables, but it would also make money.
I don't know if it's because I caught a cold in the morning or if I answered too many calls, Wang Xiaoming felt a little dizzy.
When it was time for lunch, Wang Xiaoming's cold worsened, headache, astringent eyes, and runny nose, and after sneezing three times, Yang Ming spoke: "Hurry up, you don't have to be busy here, go to the front desk to register it, remember to buy medicine." ” Wang Xiaoming knew that it was not appropriate for him to stay in the kitchen in this situation, he walked out of the kitchen with his head down, and did not go to buy medicine, a little cold, what medicine to take, he was young and strong, and he just carried it.
Wang Xiaoming sniffed and went to order the guest.
Just ordered two servings, Zhang Yiwei came over: "Boss, you go to rest, I'll come, I'll come."
"This kid has become extremely diligent and active today, because he knows that Yang Mingjiao is worth 5,000 yuan to cook, and if he behaves well, he can learn to cook for free.
Wang Xiaoming had to go back to the cashier and sit down, Wang Bing was sitting there playing with his Ultraman, and when he saw Wang Xiaoming coming, he wanted to run away a little, and he still remembered the slap on his ass this morning.
Wang Xiaoming glared at him: "Stinky boy, you are so good at holding grudges."
Whoever gives you food, who gives you clothes, who takes you to sleep You don't like Uncle, follow Uncle Yang Ming in the future. ” 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: "Uncle, you're sick" Wang Xiaoming waved his hand: "Go somewhere else to play, 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 afraid and aggrieved, and he was about to cry: "I want Uncle, I don't want Uncle Yang Ming, I will listen to Uncle." ” Wang Xiaoming said: "Abel didn't want you.
When Abel is sick, he will pass on the cold to you, so you can go play somewhere else. ” Wang Bing turned around and left, and ran to the kitchen: "Uncle Yang Ming, my uncle is sick. ” Yang Ming was busy: "I know, did he take medicine?"
Wang Bing shook his head: "No." ” Yang Ming took a look, turned off the fire, and then washed the ginger and shallots himself, and quickly burned a bowl of green onion and ginger water with ginger pieces and whiskered green onions: "Ah Yang, take this to the boss and let him drink it." ” Zhao Xiaoyang came over: "Okay." ” Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhao Xiaoyang coming over to him with a bowl: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Xiaoyang said: "Boss, this is what Brother Yang Ming asked me to bring to you, let you 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 sure enough, there was a smell of ginger and green onions, he grinned, his heart was warm, this person was quite careful.
Wang Xiaoming drank the green onion and ginger water boiled by Yang Ming, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, I felt much better, and my sneezes were not so frequent.
Wang Bing ran over, his big eyes full of concern: "Uncle, are you well?"
Wang Xiaoming rubbed his nose: "Okay."
Go play by yourself, don't come to me just yet.
After saying that, he sneezed, and quickly pulled the paper and wiped it.
Wang Bing looked at Wang Xiaoming, who had a red nose, and felt that Abel 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 a trigger, and the fatigue accumulated for a long time made his immune system low, the virus spread wantonly, and his cold became more and more serious.
Without Wang Xiaoming's help, the two new younger brothers couldn't help too much, Yang Ming was simply three heads and six arms in the kitchen, cutting vegetables and stir-frying.
Zhang Yiwei and Zhao Xiaoyang watched Yang Ming dance the knife and shovel as if he was playing acrobatics, and couldn't help but admire him so much, it turned out that the real chef was like this, except for bowing and worshipping, they had nothing to say
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