Chapter 1275

Prices are cheap on the island. A slice of oysters with many oysters sold for 20 yuan. Nowadays, raw oysters are expensive, with oyster meat costing more than 10 yuan a pound, as well as shrimp, potato starch, etc., so there is not much profit, especially on the island. There are not many tourists. Wang Xiaoming works from morning to night. When business is good during the peak season, he can earn seven to eight thousand a month. When business is slow, he can earn one or two thousand. In addition to paying off loan sharks, he also has to provide for his younger brother Wang Ergou to go to school and support himself. Three people, money is tight, and they can't repay their debts if something unexpected happens.

Someone has advised Wang Xiaoming to do business in a big city, where consumption is high and the income will definitely be high. It’s not that Wang Xiaoming hasn’t thought about it, but he knows that he can’t leave. There are two oil bottles beside him. Wang Ergou is a senior in high school this year and will come home once a month. Wang Bing is still young, so there are many people outside. It’s messy. I have to take care of my business and my children by myself, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to take care of him. Besides, I have to rent a house and eat outside, which is also an expense. Renting a stall requires capital, and mobile vendors are fighting guerrilla warfare with the urban management everywhere. It’s so inconvenient. He plans to wait until Wang Bing is older. By then, when his younger brother graduates from high school, goes to college or goes to work, he will be almost independent, and he can go out to do business.

Wang Xiaoming put the oysters on the plate, looked at Yang Ming who was standing by the stove, and handed them to him, indicating that he would give them to the guests. However, Yang Ming did not reach out to pick them up. Wang Xiaoming looked at him in confusion. Yang Ming was Then he realized what he was doing and took the plate to deliver the meal.

Another guest came over, a tourist from out of town. This time he wanted two oyster bakes, so Wang Xiaoming hurriedly got to work. Although oyster pancake is crispy and delicious, it is rather greasy. It tastes good as a toothpaste and a taste, but not as a staple food. Therefore, no matter how good Wang Xiaoming's craftsmanship is, this thing cannot sell well. In addition, the price is expensive. This is his craftsmanship. No matter how good it is, the reason why it can't make a lot of money is because, in the final analysis, the customer flow is too small. So while he was selling oyster noodles, he also had to sell kway teow.

After Yang Ming had delivered the meal, he came back and stood beside the stove like a stake, staring intently at Wang Xiaoming's movements without blinking, for fear of missing a single bit. Wang Xiaoming glanced at him: "You want to learn?"

Yang Ming raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Xiaoming: "This is simple."

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help laughing: "It's really not difficult." It's easy to do it, but it's not so easy to do it with just the right heat.

Wang Xiaoming took out the cooked oysters and handed them to Yang Ming: "Send them over for me."

Yang Ming silently reached out to take it and carried it to the guest's table. When the guest saw the oysters coming, he said to Yang Ming: "Man, help me get two bowls of beef balls next door, and then go over there and ask for ten charcoal grills." Oysters, get me two more beers.”

Yang Ming returned to Wang Xiaoming without looking at him, but Wang Xiaoming heard him clearly. Seeing that he didn't move, he guessed that he was not familiar with the environment and did not instruct him, so he called Wang Xiaoming who was playing behind him. Bing: "Ah Bing, I want two bowls of beef balls from Third Grandma, and ten charcoal-grilled oysters from Big Uncle."

Wang Bingxian was used to doing this, so he went quickly after hearing Wang Xiaoming's instructions.

When Wang Xiaoming finished frying the oysters, he didn't ask Yang Ming to send them to him. He carried them over and went to help Wang Bing get the things. However, he complained a little about Yang Ming in his heart. He also said that he was looking for a job. It was so useless. With a look in his eyes, he couldn't find the place. If he saw Wang Bing go, wouldn't he follow him to help? When Wang Xiaoming came back, there was another table of people sitting at his stall. He quickly smiled and asked, "What do you guys want to eat?"

The other person said: "One portion of oyster pan. Three portions of fried rice noodles."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Okay, please wait a moment, I'll be here soon." He hurried back to the stove, only to find that Yang Ming was already busy. Wang Xiaoming was embarrassed. Does he like cooking that much?

Yang Ming lowered his eyes and poured the egg liquid with a serious look on his face. The action was done in one go, and the egg liquid was sprinkled all over the powder cake, not too much, not too little, not too thin, not too thick. Wang Xiaoming stood next to him, and he was indifferent. He scooped out the oysters and spread them on the top. The oysters fell on top one by one, and their positions were even and neat, as if measured with a ruler. His eyesight and hand strength were really steady. Then sprinkle the shrimp evenly among the oysters, it looks really good.

Wang Xiaoming watched his actions coldly and said nothing. After Yang Ming finished all this, he looked up at Wang Xiaoming and said, "The guest also wants three pieces of rice noodles."

Wang Xiaoming walked to another pot and started frying kway teow, but his attention was always on Yang Ming. He wanted to see what kind of tricks he could make. If he didn't do it well, his ingredients would be wasted. Tuck it in! Wang Xiaoming thought angrily.

Yang Ming was still concentrating on frying the oysters. When he turned them over, the golden color made Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but look sideways and thought to himself: It looks pretty good, but whether the food tastes good or not is not directly related to its appearance. For those who have just made oysters, because they cannot control the heat, the oysters will easily become fishy and the taste will be very different.

Yang Ming finally put the oysters on the plate. The shape and color looked slightly better than those made by Wang Xiaoming. He sprinkled the coriander powder after it was out of the pot, and then handed it to Wang Xiaoming: "Boss, give it a try."

The oyster roast was requested by the guests, so there was no reason to try it. However, Wang Xiaoming couldn't trust Yang Ming's craftsmanship, so he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. As soon as the oyster roast entered his mouth, Wang Xiaoming raised his eyes and glanced at the other party without commenting. Good or bad, just say: "Okay, send it."

After Yang Ming left, Wang Xiaoming looked at the other person's back with complicated eyes. He didn't expect that Yang Ming's cooking skills were so good. To be fair, his cooking was no worse than himself, a veteran who had been doing it for so many years, or even better. Good, and less greasy.

Yang Ming came back with the oyster noodles and stood aside to watch Wang Xiaoming frying the rice noodles. The customer just now shouted: "Boss, please do the same as before and have another oyster cake."

Wang Xiaoming responded: "Right away!" He looked at Yang Ming, "Make another one?"

The man raised his lips and nodded: "Okay."

This is the first time Wang Xiaoming has seen him smile, and his smile is a bit evil. In other words, it is a bit seductive. Wang Xiaoming is Yang Ming, so of course he doesn't think it is seductive. I just think this guy is really arrogant, quite... proud.

The guests at that table ate three servings of Yang Ming's fried oyster pancakes, and then said, "Boss, are you still setting up a stall tonight? I'll ask my friends to come to your house to eat oyster pancakes again. Your cooking is so authentic, I'll eat it After so many years of oyster bakery, I have never tasted such authentic ones.”

Wang Xiaoming thought to himself whether the other party recognized his own oyster brand or the oyster brand of this unknown Yang Ming. If he came back in the evening, Yang Ming might have left, but of course he couldn't refuse the guests. He could do it himself, so he said: "It's still here. It started at four o'clock in the afternoon."