Chapter 1279

"What are you cooking?"

“Stir-fried shrimp with corn.”

The diner said: "Boss, give us one to taste."

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "I'm sorry, we eat this ourselves. If you want to eat, I only have fried rice noodles."

The diners smelled how fragrant his dishes were and said, "Okay, give us a piece of fried rice."

"Okay." Wang Xiaoming stood up and prepared to fry the kway teow.

The diner said: "You cooked it, not your chef?"

Okay, I'm disgusted! I am really treated as the boss, not the master.

Yang Ming was taking out the thick corn kernels and said to Wang Xiaoming: "You make the green vegetables, and I'll make the fried rice noodles."

Wang Xiaoming walked over and asked Yang Ming in a low voice: "Can you speculate?"

"Yes, let's see if you've fried it before." Yang Ming said and had already started frying the kway teow. Wang Xiaoming went to another stove and started frying vegetables. Wang Bing couldn't resist the temptation of the rich fragrance, so he secretly started to eat corn and shrimp. He ate one at first, it was delicious, and then he wanted to pick up more, but he was not very good at using chopsticks. In a hurry, the corn and shrimp were eaten. It was all spread on the table, and Wang Bing shouted anxiously: "Uncle, I want a spoon!"

Wang Xiaoming turned his head and saw that his nephew was already eating there. The food was all over the table, so he put down his shovel and said, "You started eating vegetables before the rice was served!"

Wang Bing simply reached out to grab the food that fell on the table. He didn't dare to reach out for the food on the plate because it was too hot.

When Wang Xiaoming saw him grabbing the food on the table, he became anxious again: "The table is dirty, and your hands are dirty too, so don't grab it with your hands!" After saying that, he hurried over, took Wang Bing off the stool, and hurried to serve Wang Bing rice. .

Wang Bing looked at the plate of fried corn reluctantly and licked his mouth. He was not satisfied yet: "Uncle, hurry up, I'm starving!"

Wang Xiaoming quickly served him the rice and found a spoon for him: "Okay, you can eat it first." After thinking about it, he grabbed a corn and put it in his mouth. It was refreshing and delicious, so sweet that it made his tongue swell. There was an indescribable delicious taste, and his stomach and intestines began to wriggle. He felt hungry. He hadn't had a big appetite for a long time. Wang Xiaoming realized one thing, he might have really found a treasure.

Wang Xiaoming returned to the stove and saw Yang Ming stir-frying the kway teow. The kway teow contained bean sprouts, leeks, shrimps, fish ball slices, etc. The color of the kway teow was dyed into a soy yellow by soy sauce and oyster sauce, and the color was even. Look I feel very appetizing when I wake up.

Yang Ming saw him coming and put the rice noodles on the plate: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoming consciously delivered the plate to the guest's table. When he picked up the plate, he suddenly realized a question, how could he, the boss, become a waiter? He looked around. The new boy was serving the dishes, and there was also a domestic boy eating. He was the only boss who could run errands. What a miserable life!

Wang Xiaoming placed the kway teow on the guest's table: "Sir, please use it slowly. See if it suits your taste. If you have any suggestions, just put them forward and we will strive to improve."

The guest nodded: "Okay."

As soon as Wang Xiaoming turned around, people started shouting at the table: "This is the kway teow I ordered. Please be polite to me. If you want to eat it, you can order it yourself. It only costs a few dollars!"

Wang Xiaoming looked back and saw that several people at the table were rushing to eat the plate of kway teow that had just been served. One foodie's mouth was full of kway teow: "Boss, let's have another!"

"I want it too! I want it too!"

Wang Xiaoming thought to himself, does it really taste that good? With a smile on his face: "How many more do you need?"

One guy held up three fingers: "Three copies!"

Wang Xiaoming went back and said to Yang Ming who was busy at work: "I will add three more rice noodles."

Yang Ming was frying the vegetables. He added the gravy and poured it on top of the vegetables. After frying for a while, he put the vegetables on the plate. They were emerald green and looked extremely tempting. He said, "I got it." .”

Wang Xiaoming brought the vegetables to Wang Bing's dining table and saw that half of the plate of corn and shrimps was gone. This was enough for three people. Wang Xiaoming quickly stopped him: "Ah Bing, eat less. Don't eat again when you are full." Yes, my stomach will hurt if I eat too much."

Wang Bing plucked the rice grains from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, burped and said with satisfaction: "Uncle, it's delicious."

Wang Xiaoming said: "My uncle also fried these green vegetables, please eat some."

Wang Bing shook his head: "I won't eat, I'm full."

Wang Xiaoming did not insist on eating more than just meat.

Wang Xiaoming ran to make seaweed and beef ball soup. Yang Ming had already fried one portion of kway teow. Wang Xiaoming said, "Why don't you fry three portions together?"

Yang Ming glanced at Wang Xiaoming: "It's too heavy to stir-fry together. If you don't change the pot, the effect will be much worse."

Wang Xiaoming thought, if this speculation continues like this, how tiring it will be, and his arms will definitely be sore to death. It seems that not being able to take the blame has the advantage of not being able to take the blame. He served the fried rice noodles and came back and said to Yang Ming: "When the fried rice noodles are ready, go and eat quickly. After you finish eating, you can get busy again."

Yang Ming glanced at him, nodded, and continued working.

After three portions of rice noodles were fried, Wang Xiaoming saw that the band-aid at the corner of Yang Ming's eyebrows was soaked with sweat. He knew that this job was not easy. He thought that his injuries were not healed yet and he might not feel comfortable yet, so he said, "Go and eat." Come on, I'll fry the next thing. I'll give you a towel to wipe off the sweat." He said and threw the towel around his neck to Yang Ming. Although his fried food was not as delicious as Yang Ming's, the taste was not too bad. After all, it is done often.

Yang Ming took the towel, wiped his sweat, and walked to the table to eat. Wang Bing had already finished eating and ran to play. Wang Xiaoming brought two bowls of rice, one for Yang Ming and one for himself, and sat down to eat.

Yang Ming drank some soup first, and then started to eat. He wolfed it down, which showed that he was starving. Wang Xiaoming said while eating: "I don't know what your name is, and you can't remember it yourself. Can I give you a random name?"

Yang Ming shook his head: "Not good."

"What do you call me?" Wang Xiaoming was speechless.

Perhaps it was the remaining memory that gave Yang Ming an idea, "Just call me Yang Ming."

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "Well, let's call him Yang Ming."

"What about you?" Yang Ming suddenly asked.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You asked me my name, right? My name is Wang Xiaoming, you can just call me Xiao Ming."

Yang Ming looked at the fish sauce on the table and curled his lips: "Okay."

While they were eating, someone came to eat again: "Boss, are there any oyster pans left?"

Wang Xiaoming stopped to eat: "No more, only fried rice noodles left."

The other party heard that there was no oyster bake and was about to leave. The customer at the table next to him said: "Brother, the fried rice noodles here are more delicious than other people's oyster bake. Don't you try it?"