Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1282

Chapter 1282

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming turned over, feeling a little irritable in his heart, he must become stronger, and he must not be looked down upon by others.He stretched out his hand to touch his little nephew who was lying beside him. The little guy slept long and breathlessly, not to mention how sweet it was. He tried to take a few deep breaths. Go to sleep, he still has to work tomorrow.

The next morning, Wang Xiaoming got up at five o'clock on time. Wang Bing hadn't woken up yet. Wang Xiaoming usually didn't have time to watch over him. He always woke up by himself, so he woke him up and went out with him.After thinking about it today, he picked Wang Bing up and put him on Yang Ming's bed.Yang Ming was asleep at first, but when he heard the movement, he woke up and was about to get up.

Wang Xiaoming quickly said: "You don't need to get up now, I'll put Ah Bing by your side, and when he wakes up, you can dress him. It's cool in the morning, and he needs to wear a thin coat. Then you come to the booth with him Just find me."

Yang Ming wiped his face: "I'll go with you."

Wang Xiaoming said: "No, just help me take care of Ah Bing. He won't be able to sleep for long, at most there will be another hour."

Yang Ming nodded and didn't speak again.

Wang Xiaoming went out, went to the market to buy vegetables and kway teow, and then went straight to the stall.As soon as he washed and cut the vegetables and prepared the things, the sky was bright, and someone came over for breakfast, so Wang Xiaoming started to get busy.While he was busy, Wang Bing ran over with a stinky face, hugged Wang Xiaoming's thigh, and began to cry.

Wang Xiaoming stopped: "What's the matter, Ah Bing?"

"Uncle, don't call me!" Wang Bing howled in a rough voice, his tone full of complaints.

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "You haven't woken up, didn't you let Uncle Yang Ming accompany you?"

"I don't want him to accompany me!" Wang Bing hugged Wang Xiaoming's leg and cried hard.

Wang Xiaoming looked up and saw Yang Ming trotting all the way coming from behind, holding Wang Bing's small coat in his hand. Seeing Wang Bing, he was relieved and smiled helplessly: "He doesn't listen to me."

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, and felt that he was a little careless. Wang Bing didn't know Yang Ming too well, so he entrusted him to him. No wonder he woke up crying in the morning.His hands were not empty, so he had no choice but to comfort him with words: "Isn't Abo here? You can find a place yourself. A man bleeds but doesn't shed tears, don't cry!"

Wang Bing wiped his tears and snot on Wang Xiaoming's trouser legs, trying to hold back his crying.Yang Ming took the clothes: "Come and get dressed."

Wang Bing ignored him at all, and hugged Wang Xiaoming's thigh tightly and did not let go.Yang Ming had no choice but to say to Wang Xiaoming: "Let me do it, you dress him." He is really not good at coaxing children.

Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to put down the spoon: "I need a bowl of kway teow soup on the table over there."

"En." Yang Ming washed his hands and started to work.

Wang Xiaoming pulled Wang Bing to sit at a table, and took a tissue to wipe his nose and tears: "Ah Bing is such an old man, and he still likes to cry and be ashamed."

Wang Bing pouted and said nothing.Wang Xiaoming said again: "Isn't Uncle Yang Ming taking good care of you? You usually don't want to get up, so you can sleep more now."

Wang Bing said impatiently: "I don't want to sleep too much!"

Wang Xiaoming lost his patience: "You still have a temper, put on your clothes yourself! Uncle is going to make money."

Wang Bing hugged his clothes, looked at Wang Xiaoming's back, pursed his mouth and wanted to cry, but he didn't cry. He didn't see Abo when he woke up this morning, but saw a strange uncle, which frightened him. He thought Abo didn't want to Now, seeing that Uncle was still setting up a stall there, he didn't want to let himself go, and he relaxed, so there was no need to cry. He put on his clothes obediently, and then ran to play.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Wang Bing, who was enjoying himself, and smiled, brat, just can't be used to it, the more he coaxes him, the more he gets excited.

From this morning, Wang Bing didn't treat Yang Ming very much, didn't call him, didn't talk to him, didn't talk to him, and didn't eat what he made.Wang Xiaoming felt strange, didn't he say he wanted to help Yang Ming at the beginning, but now he became angry with him. Of course, he didn't say any annoying words, but he showed dislike in his actions.

At noon that day, Wang Bing brought the rice bowl to the table: "Uncle, which dish did you cook?"

Wang Xiaoming said, "I did it all."

Wang Bing became happy: "Abo's dishes are delicious, I like to eat Abo's dishes."

Wang Xiaoming touched Wang Bing's head with a smile: "You have a conscience."

In fact, when Wang Xiaoming was cooking at noon, he didn't put much oil in it, and some of the dishes were sticky to the pan, and the dishes were fried black, which wasn't very tasty. Yang Ming only took a bite, and went to eat the pickled squid made by Wang Xiaoming.But Wang Bing ate with relish and didn't dislike it at all.

When he left the stall in the afternoon, Wang Xiaoming brought an extra grill because Yang Ming was going to cook oysters with charcoal.The profit of charcoal-grilled oysters is very high. In places like their coastal areas, although a large oyster only sells for three yuan a piece, compared to shell oysters that cost a few yuan a catty, the profit is quite considerable.

Wang Xiaoming seldom makes charcoal-grilled oysters. Firstly, because one person is too busy, and secondly, because there are many people making charcoal-grilled oysters, he does not have an advantage in the method, and the business is not very good.So even with Yang Ming's help, he didn't prepare much, only a few dozen, to test the water first, and if the response is good, he will sell more tomorrow.

The ingredients for the charcoal-grilled oysters were prepared by Yang Ming. Wang Xiaoming was busy opening the oysters, so he didn’t go to see how he made them. When the charcoal fire started, the oysters were roasted. In the whole street, almost all the people with functioning noses couldn't help twitching their noses: "What kind of smell is this? Who made it? It smells so evil!"

Customers who were eating nearby rushed over following the scent: "It's charcoal-grilled oysters, how much is one? Come and taste the taste."

Wang Xiaoming held the oysters with tongs to make them evenly heated: "Three yuan each, there are only fifty in total, first come, first served."

"Four first." Others also sell three yuan each, and his house also sells three yuan, which is not more expensive. It is so fragrant, and the taste is definitely the same. Let's try it first.

Wang Xiaoming held the lunch box: "Okay, I'll pick the first four cooked ones for you. I'll buy them after they taste good."

Yang Ming was only in charge of mixing the ingredients, and then he went to fry the oysters and bake the fried kway teow. The roasting of the oysters was handed over to Wang Xiaoming.

In less than 3 minutes, the first person to eat charcoal-grilled oysters came back: "Boss, give me eight more."

The people queuing here are all anxious: "No more, you want to eat before we eat the first one? Boss, don't sell it to him!"

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "Don't worry, line up and come one by one, try not to make rounds, let more friends try something new, we will have more tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)