He is so famous, and the amnesia is so strange, I'm afraid there is something hidden in it If a 12-level typhoon passes through Wang Xiaoming's heart, everything will be blown to pieces, a mess, and it will not look good.
I don't know how long it took, someone turned on the lights in the house with a "click", and Yang Ming's voice sounded: "Why don't you turn on the lights in the house, Ah Bing is looking for you everywhere." ” Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses and looked up at Yang Ming, he was holding Wang Bing, Wang Bing saw Wang Xiaoming, and happily pounced: "Uncle" Wang Xiaoming hugged his nephew and sat on his lap: "Have you eaten?"
Wang Bing sat on Wang Xiaoming's lap with his legs crossed and faced him: "I've eaten."
Abel, you didn't eat. ” Yang Ming said: "You haven't eaten here all along."
Wang Xiaoming touched his stomach: "I forgot, I didn't feel hungry."
As he spoke, he glanced up at Yang Ming, who was sitting on the edge of the table, looking at himself with a look of a hanger, Wang Xiaoming smiled at him.
Yang Ming said, "Hurry up and eat." ” Wang Xiaoming hugged Wang Bing tightly, thinking that he would return to the days when he and Wang Bing depended on each other again, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.
"I don't want to eat it, so I won't eat it today."
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and glared at him: "You want to lose weight" Wang Xiaoming ignored him, bowed his head and played a game of finding the middle finger with Wang Bing.
Yang Ming felt that something was wrong with Wang Xiaoming today, he moved his butt a little over, pushed his forehead back with his hand, and made his face face to himself: "What's wrong, it's not sick, don't burn." ” Wang Xiaoming glanced at him and asked him: "What's wrong with me?"
Of course, Yang Ming didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just felt that something was wrong with him: "I'll go to dinner if it's okay, what time is it, it's going to close." ” Wang Xiaoming glanced at his watch, it was really not early, it was already half past nine, Wang Bing yawned: "Uncle, go eat, don't be hungry." ” Wang Xiaoming said: "Okay.
"Although it has no appetite, its empty stomach is stirring, and it is better to soothe it.
Yang Ming stood up first: "Egg fried rice" Wang Xiaoming said: "Whatever." ” There were very few customers in the store, and only a few employees who stayed behind to work overtime were cleaning up.
There was no one in the kitchen anymore, Yang Ming first cut some diced ham and carrots, grabbed a handful of peas, first burst the pot with green onions, and then fried the ham, carrots, peas and so on in a hot oil pan for two minutes, then poured in the beaten egg liquid, and when the eggs were ripe, scooped out a spoonful of rice that had been cold from the rice pot, felt that it was less, and added another spoonful.
Wang Xiaoming said: "If you eat less, you can't eat so much." ” Yang Ming didn't pour some back, continued to fry the rice, turned the pot, turned off the low heat and fried until the rice became soft, added less than salt and chopped green onions, stir-fried well, put it on a plate, and put it in front of Wang Xiaoming: "Eat." ” Wang Xiaoming looked at the egg fried rice on the plate, red, yellow, white, green and orange matched, and the rice was translucent in color, which was very good-looking.
The taste is also fragrant and attractive, I didn't feel hungry, but my appetite was all provoked, he took a pair of chopsticks: "I can't eat so much, you can eat some too." ” Before Yang Ming could speak, Wang Bing squeezed over: "Uncle, I want what to eat."
Wang Xiaoming took a small bowl and dialed it for him: "This is yours."
"I have to go and get another bowl to divide the rice for Yang Ming.
Yang Ming said: "You eat first, and then talk if you can't eat."
As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, smoked slowly, and watched the two men in front of him, one big and one small, eating, with tenderness in his eyes.
Wang Bing took a bite and screamed: "Uncle, what is this delicious?"
"Egg fried rice."
Wang Xiaoming took a bite, and his mouth was filled with a fragrant taste, he didn't expect egg fried rice to be so delicious.
Wang Bing said: "Next time I will want it."
"The child is like this, he hasn't finished eating this time, and he is already thinking about next time.
Yang Ming asked, "Is it delicious?"
Wang Xiaoming lowered his head: "Hmm." ” Yang Ming's help was a relief in disguise, but he clearly realized that this luck was only temporary, and he would soon return it.
Thinking of this, his nose is sour, and when he doesn't eat in the future, who will make him egg fried rice Wang Bing quickly finished the meal, staring at Wang Xiaoming's bowl, Wang Xiaoming felt his burning gaze: "I can't eat it, my stomach will hurt if I eat too much." ” Wang Bing licked his mouth: "I'm not full yet." ” Yang Ming snuffed out his cigarette and hugged Wang Bing: "Uncle will make it for you tomorrow." ” Wang Bing kissed Yang Ming on the face very generously, leaving an oily lip print: "Thank you, uncle." ” Yang Ming took his towel and wiped his face, and carefully wiped Wang Bing's mouth clean.
Wang Xiaoming watched his movements and forgot to eat.
Yang Ming put down the towel: "I'm full" Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Hmm." ” Yang Ming put Wang Bing down, took Wang Xiaoming's leftover egg fried rice, and picked up the rest of the rice with his chopsticks, Wang Xiaoming looked at him in surprise, this man actually ate his leftovers.
After Yang Ming finished cooking, he put the plate and chopsticks into the sink: "Pack up your things and go back." ” Yang Ming drove, Wang Xiaoming sat in the back seat of the car with Wang Bing in his arms, Wang Bing babbled and sang: "Little swallow, wear flower clothes, come here every spring, Uncle, we will dance tomorrow" Wang Xiaoming looked down at him: "What kind of dance to dance tomorrow Sunday, don't go to school." ” Yang Ming said: "It's going to be June 1st." ” "Oh, Children's Day."
Wang Xiaoming finally reacted, "Does Ah Bing want to dance too?"
"Well, I jump too.
The teacher said that I wanted my parents to see it, but I didn't have my parents.
Wang Bing looked up at Wang Xiaoming innocently.
Wang Xiaoming touched his head: "You have Uncle and Uncle." ” "And Uncle Yang Ming," Wang Bing added.
Yang Ming chuckled in front: "Count you kid on conscience." ” When he got home, Wang Xiaoming lay on the sofa and didn't help Wang Bing take a bath.
Yang Ming took the initiative to take the little man to take a bath, cleaned him up, and sent him to bed.
Wang Bing also pulled him: "Uncle Yang Ming, tell me a story."
Wang Bing didn't have the habit of listening to bedtime stories, but later went to kindergarten, and before taking a nap, his aunt would recite a fairy tale to them, so he developed the habit of listening to bedtime stories, as long as he didn't fall asleep first, he would definitely ask to listen to the story.
Yang Ming patiently told him a story, and after listening to it, Wang Bing still felt unfinished: "Uncle Yang Ming, tell me another one." ” "I'll talk about it tomorrow, your uncle is not feeling well, and my uncle is going to see him, can you sleep obediently" Yang Ming was worried about Wang Xiaoming in his heart, and he couldn't wait to see the situation over there earlier, but this little one was pestering
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