Chapter 1280

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?"

The customer who was about to leave stopped and said, "I don't know what the fried rice noodles taste like."

"Forget it." The seated guest smiled.

The customer who was about to leave suddenly stopped again: "Boss, please give us two portions of fried rice noodles."

Wang Xiaoming put down his chopsticks: "Okay, come right away."

Yang Ming reached out and grabbed Wang Xiaoming: "I'll do it." He also heard the conversation between the guests just now. The signboard had just been put up, but he couldn't destroy it himself.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him and nodded: "That's hard work."

Yang Ming had already finished cooking, took another sip of soup, got up, went to the stove, and started frying kway teow again. Wang Xiaoming looked at him and felt a little bit sorry for him. At that time, he remembered to buy medicine for the wound and didn't even ask him if he was feeling well. He hurriedly finished eating, then ran over and asked Yang Ming: "Do you have anything on you?" Don't you feel any discomfort?"

Yang Ming turned to look at him: "Huh?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "I asked you, do you feel any pain in your body or have a headache?"

Yang Ming pointed his finger at his forehead: "No, it's just that the wound hurts a little."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Okay, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I will buy you medicine." As a boss, you can't just squeeze your employees, and they haven't asked for their wages yet.

Yang Ming was basically busy that night, and the Kuey Teow he cooked was so amazing that many people said to Wang Xiaoming: "Your Kuay Teow is very good, will it still be there tomorrow?"

Wang Xiaoming answered with a smile while collecting the money: "Yes, yes, I am here every day."

It was busy until about nine o'clock, and the kway teow was all sold out. Wang Xiaoming could finally pack up the stall and go home. Wang Bing had already fallen asleep on the front seat of the tricycle. This child didn't take a nap during the day and went to bed early at night. He always I fell asleep before I finished my work. Although Wang Xiaoming felt guilty, it would be great if a family like theirs could survive. How could they still pay attention to the quality of life? He carefully picked up Wang Bing and said, "Ah Bing, wake up and go home with Uncle."

Yang Ming came over, took Wang Bing from Wang Xiaoming's hand, and held him in his arms. Wang Bing slept deeply and never woke up. Wang Xiaoming looked at them and said, "Sit down, I'm driving."

Yang Ming hummed.

Wang Xiaoming drove the car, the evening breeze blew on his face, which felt very comfortable. He felt warm in his heart, and something called joy was gurgling out, and it would soon fill him up. He didn't know that he was happy to have someone to accompany him. I am still happy that I made a lot of money today. What I made today can keep up with what he usually does for two days. This is still a situation where the raw materials are insufficient. If there is enough, it will at least be doubled several times. In this way, it is not difficult to collect a thousand yuan in three days.

Yang Ming, who was sitting aside, suddenly said: "Charcoal grilled oysters."

Wang Xiaoming, who was concentrating on driving, was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Yes, there are many people making charcoal-grilled oysters here."

Yang Ming said: "What about you?"

Wang Xiaoming understood what he meant: "You want me to make charcoal-grilled oysters too?"

"Um."

Wang Xiaoming said: "You have to stay up very late to make barbecue. Ah Bing is too young and he can't stay up late. Besides, the charcoal-grilled oysters I make don't taste as good as other people's, so the business is not that good."

Yang Ming said: "A little less, try it first."

Wang Xiaoming didn't hesitate any longer: "Okay." Yang Ming's craftsmanship is good, and I guess the charcoal-grilled oysters will be good as well.

After returning home, Wang Xiaoming first called Lao Huang and asked him to prepare more oysters for him, and then took Wang Bing to take a bath. After his nephew was settled, Yang Ming had already moved the things in the car. Wang Xiaoming said: "Your clothes have not been washed. I will find some clothes for you. You can wash all your clothes later and wait until tomorrow." There is a change of clothes.”

Yang Ming nodded: "Okay."

When Wang Xiaoming took the clothes, he remembered that the other party didn't even have a change of underwear, and he didn't have any new ones, so he gave him a pair of underwear that he had only worn a few times. When he came out, he saw Yang Ming naked and bent over. Bent over to soak the clothes by the faucet, Wang Xiaoming said: "The clothes are here, you can go take a shower."

Yang Ming straightened up. The muscles on his body were plump and strong, including his abdominal muscles. The mermaid line disappeared diagonally under his trousers. He really had a toned figure that made the opposite sex blush and scream, and the same sex envy and hate. Wang Xiaoming glanced at him and saw no injuries on his body, so he said: "When washing your face, be careful not to get water on the wounds. I will put the plaster on you again later."

Yang Ming nodded, took his clothes and went into the bathhouse. Wang Xiaoming's bathhouse and toilet are built outside the house. Fortunately, it's not cold here in winter, so taking a bath is not a difficult task. Wang Xiaoming himself quickly took off his clothes, wearing only a pair of underpants, and began to soak and wash his clothes.

He was squatting under the faucet to wash his clothes, and then he heard a female voice calling from behind: "Xiao Ming!"

Wang Xiaoming was startled, and turned to look at the other party with a little embarrassment: "It's you, Ah Fen. When did you come back?" It was Luo Yufen who came. She and Wang Xiaoming were childhood sweethearts, but she was already married to another woman.

Luo Yufen saw that Wang Xiaoming was wearing very cool clothes, so she stood at the other end and was too embarrassed to come over. She said, "The weather is so cold, why are you wearing so few clothes? Be careful of catching a cold."

Wang Xiaoming didn't turn around, and still maintained his squatting posture: "I'm going to take a shower in a moment. Why are you back when you have time?"

Luo Yufen said: "I just want to come back and see you... and everyone."

Wang Xiaoming quickly stood up and went to get a large T-shirt and beach pants to put on. To be honest, he really didn't want to wear clothes. He hadn't taken a shower yet. Everything was stained with sweat and oil. He was so dirty. But he couldn't do it in front of a woman. Wear some underwear on your face. "Come and sit, I have to do laundry."

Wang Xiaoming knew that he didn't pay attention to his image at all at this moment. His face was covered with oil and sweat, and he was wearing an old man's shirt, which vividly interpreted his image of being down and out. A few years ago, he might have paid much attention to his image in front of her, but That's completely unnecessary now.

Wang Xiaoming, who had put on his clothes, continued to wash his clothes. Luo Yufen looked at Wang Xiaoming who was hunched over at work without blinking. She felt that he was still the same, had not changed at all, was still so gentle and handsome, still so caring, and silently took care of everything. He has shouldered all the hardships and taken care of his younger brother and nephew without any complaints. Any woman who marries him will be the happiest person. I wonder who is so lucky. Luo Yufen felt her nose was a little sore, so she stretched out her hand to rub it: "Where is Wang Bing?"