Chapter 1276

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."

"Okay, I'll invite my friends over to eat soon. It's really well done, authentic and authentic!" The other party said and gave a thumbs up.

Yang Ming said to Wang Xiaoming: "How about I do the following?"

Wang Xiaoming was a little distrustful, so he said, "Okay, you can do it." He wanted to see how many repeat customers Yang Ming could attract.

Next, Yang Ming began to replace chef Wang Xiaoming, and a familiar regular customer came over: "Hey, Xiao Ming, why is there a new chef today? A new chef?"

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said: "Where can I afford a master and a friend to help me? Uncle, let's try his craftsmanship today?" He wanted to see the reaction of regular customers to see if it was really so much more delicious than what he made.

The regular patron paused for a moment, then smiled and joked: "If it doesn't taste good, I won't pay for it."

Wang Xiaoming smiled: "Okay."

Yang Ming looked at Wang Xiaoming, and Wang Xiaoming smiled: "Let's do it."

Yang Ming was not polite, turned on the fire, and began to heat the pan to fry the oysters. Wang Xiaoming stopped and watched his movements carefully. He put the oil in not by pouring it on, but by brushing it on, and evenly smeared a thin layer of oil on the bottom of the pan. The layer should be neither too much nor too little, neither too much oil to absorb nor too little oil to use. The same goes for pouring the potato starch slurry. It will be in place in one go, and there is no need to use a shovel to spread it out. After one side was fried, the oil on that side was just used up. Yang Ming lifted the cake with one hand and quickly brushed lard on the other side to make sure the other side was full. In this way, he really needed to use less oil, so as to avoid too much oil. Too greasy. Wang Xiaoming looked at the other party's movements, which were skillful and smooth, and his hands were steady and not sluggish. He was definitely a master of cooking, otherwise how could he be so good? He had been doing it for so many years, but he might not have been able to reach this level.

Wang Xiaoming sent Yang Ming's fried oysters to a regular customer. The customer looked at the golden oysters on the plate and said, "It looks different today than usual. It looks better than what you made."

Wang Xiaoming chuckled: "I don't know how it tastes, just try it and see."

The other party took a piece of chopsticks and put it into his mouth, then nodded: "It's delicious, it's delicious, it's not bad."

Wang Xiaoming asked shamelessly: "How about better than me?"

The regular customer looked up at Wang Xiaoming: "Xiao Ming, do you want to hear the truth?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "Of course."

"To be honest, the outer layer is evenly crispy, and the inside is tender and not so greasy. It is indeed more delicious than what you usually make." A regular customer said with a smile.

Wang Xiaoming was completely convinced: "Uncle, please use it slowly, I'll go get busy."

Wang Xiaoming returned to the stove, looked at Yang Ming who was busy, and said to himself that these two meals were not given to him for free, so he had indeed worked hard. Although he was unwilling to admit this fact, the thing was that Yang Ming, whose origin was unknown, was more accomplished in cooking than himself, or in other words, this person's talent in cooking was much higher than his own.

Wang Xiaoming thought carefully. If the police station couldn't find the origin of this man, he would bring him back. Anyway, he was a cheap labor force. When he remembered who he was one day, he could just give him a sum of money and let him go back.

The oysters sold out very quickly at noon. Although there were more oysters than usual, they were sold out more than half an hour earlier than usual. This is indispensable to Yang Ming's contribution. Wang Xiaoming originally had no hope of making a thousand yuan in three days, and he would have to borrow money to make up for it. If things continue like this at noon today, the net profit in three days may not be one thousand, but the gross income will definitely exceed it.

When closing the stall, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but regret that he and Wang Bing hadn't tasted Yang Ming's craftsmanship yet, and he was afraid they wouldn't have the chance in the future.

Wang Bing still remembered eating oyster bake and pestered Wang Xiaoming: "Uncle, I haven't eaten oyster bake yet."

Wang Xiaoming touched his head: "The oyster brand is sold out, no more. Uncle will make it for you tonight."

Wang Bing sucked her fingers and said, "I want to eat a lollipop."

Wang Xiaoming rarely fulfilled his wish and gave him 50 cents to buy lollipops. Wang Bing took the money and went happily.

Wang Xiaoming collected his things and drove the car to the port. Wang Bing became happy when he saw it: "Oh, we have to cross the sea, we have to cross the sea!" For a child, crossing the sea means going to a colorful and wonderful world where there are so many delicious and fun things. Something nice to look at.

Wang Xiaoming left the car with an acquaintance who was doing business at the port, and took Yang Ming and Wang Bing on the ferry. They paid two yuan each and Wang Bing was free.

Yang Ming finally said: "Where are you going?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "Send you to the police station." There are public security police on the island, but there are no police and they can't take care of Yang Ming's affairs.

Yang Ming nodded: "Thank you."

Not sure if it was because he was used to it, but Wang Xiaoming found that he spoke more clearly. Wang Xiaoming thought of another thing: "I have left your clothes at my house. Do you want to bring them back?"

Yang Ming picked up the clothes on his body: "No, I have them." He was wearing Wang Ergou's clothes. The pants were just right, but the clothes were a bit too small. They were a bit tight on him, but they made him look different. She looks so sexy, and her chest muscles are faintly visible. Unexpectedly, she has a pretty good figure.

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Okay." He looked at the wound at the corner of his eye and bought him a band-aid later.

The ferry started to move. Wang Bing knelt on the seat and looked at the waves breaking from the bottom of the boat, screaming with joy. There were railings on the side of the boat, so Wang Xiaoming was not worried and just said: "Ah Bing, be careful. Don't stand too high, or you may fall into the water."

Yang Ming sat next to Wang Xiaoming and remained silent. Wang Xiaoming couldn't figure out whether he didn't like to talk, or whether he was struggling to talk and didn't want to talk. However, it is normal for a person to be in a bad mood due to memory loss and unclear where he came from. Wang Xiaoming did not break the silence, and cast his gaze on the dark green sea. The sea breeze was blowing, and the sea was sparkling with thousands of silver dots under the noon sun. This common sight made him feel a little dazed.

A speedboat sailed out from the beach opposite, roaring on the sea and raising a white water mark. Wang Bing was amazed when he saw it: "Uncle, I want to take that one too!"