Chapter 1282

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming turned over and felt a little irritated. He must become stronger and must not be looked down upon by others. He reached out and touched his little nephew who was lying next to him. The little guy was breathing very long while sleeping, not to mention how fragrant it was. He tried to take a few deep breaths and decided to go to sleep. He would still be busy with 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 got up by himself, so he woke him up and went out with him. After thinking about it today, he picked up Wang Bing and put him on Yang Ming's bed. Yang Ming was asleep, but when he heard the noise, he woke up and prepared to get up.

Wang Xiaoming quickly said: "You don't have to get up now. I'll put Ah Bing here with you. When he wakes up, you can put some clothes on him. It's cool in the morning, so he needs to wear a light coat. Then you can come to the stall with him." Just come 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 he will have a few hours."

Yang Ming nodded and said no more.

Wang Xiaoming went out, went to the market to buy vegetables and kway teow, and then went directly to the stall. As soon as he washed and cut the vegetables and prepared everything, it was getting bright and clear. Someone came over for breakfast, and Wang Xiaoming started to get busy. While he was busy, Wang Bing ran over with a stinky face, hugged Wang Xiaoming's thigh, and started crying.

Wang Xiaoming stopped: "What's wrong, A Bing?"

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

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "You're not awake yet. Didn't you ask Uncle Yang Ming to 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 over from behind, holding Wang Bing's little coat in his hand. When he saw Wang Bing, he breathed a sigh of relief 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 was not very familiar with Yang Ming, so he entrusted him to him. No wonder he was crying when he woke up early in the morning. His hands were not empty, so he could only comfort him with words: "Isn't Uncle here? You can find a place by yourself. A man bleeds but doesn't shed tears, so don't cry!"

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

Wang Bing ignored him at all and hugged Wang Xiaoming's thigh tightly without letting go. Yang Ming had no choice but to say to Wang Xiaoming, "Let me do it. You dress him." He was really not good at coaxing children.

Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to put down the spoon: "The table over there needs a piece of kway teow soup."

"Yeah." Yang Ming washed his hands and started working.

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

Wang Bing pouted and said nothing. Wang Xiaoming added: "Uncle Yang Ming, can't you take 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 more!"

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

Wang Bing hugged his clothes and looked at Wang Xiaoming's back. He pursed his lips and wanted to cry, but he didn't cry. When he woke up this morning, he didn't see Uncle. Instead, he saw a strange uncle, which frightened him. He thought Uncle didn't want him. Now that he saw Abo still setting up a stall there, he did not abandon himself. He felt relaxed and there was no need to cry. He put on his clothes obediently and ran away to play.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Wang Bing, who was enjoying himself, and smiled. He just couldn't tolerate this brat, and he became more and more enthusiastic the more he coaxed him.

From that morning onwards, Wang Bing didn't treat Yang Ming very much, didn't call him, didn't talk to him, didn't pay attention to him, and didn't eat his food. Wang Xiaoming felt strange. He said he wanted to help Yang Ming at the beginning, but now he was angry with him. Of course, he didn't say any nasty words, but he showed his dislike in his actions.

During lunch 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 cooking is delicious. I like to eat Abo's cooking."

Wang Xiaoming smiled and touched Wang Bing's head: "You have a conscience."

In fact, when Wang Xiaoming was cooking at noon, he put too little oil in the food and some of it stuck to the pan. The vegetables were browned and not very tasty. Yang Ming only took one bite and then went to eat the pickled squid made by Wang Xiaoming. But Wang Bing ate it with gusto and didn't dislike it at all.

When he went to the stall in the afternoon, Wang Xiaoming brought an extra barbecue rack because Yang Ming wanted to make charcoal-grilled oysters. The profits from charcoal grilled oysters are very high. In places like their coastal area, a large oyster only costs three yuan a piece, but compared to shelled oysters that cost several yuan a pound, the profit is quite considerable.

Wang Xiaoming rarely makes charcoal-grilled oysters. Firstly, 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. He wanted to test the waters first. If the response was good, he would sell more tomorrow.

The ingredients for the charcoal-grilled oysters were prepared by Yang Ming. Wang Xiaoming was busy opening the oysters and did not look at how he made them. When the charcoal fire started, the oysters were roasted. After the ingredients were put on, the rich fragrance spread all over the sea breeze. In the whole street, almost everyone with functioning noses couldn't help but twitch their noses: "What does this smell like? Who made it? It smells so evil!"

Customers who were eating nearby came to the water terrace and followed the smell and flocked over: "These are charcoal-grilled oysters. How much does one cost? Come and taste two."

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

"Let's take four first." Others sell them for three yuan each, and he also sells them for three yuan. It's not more expensive. It's so fragrant, so the taste is definitely the same. Let's try it first.

Wang Xiaoming took the lunch box: "Okay, I'll pick the four that ripen first for you. If they taste good, buy them later."

Yang Ming was only responsible for mixing the ingredients, and then went to fry the fried oysters. The roasting of the oysters was left to Wang Xiaoming. Wang Xiaoming was used to doing this and could handle it.

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

The people in line here are all anxious: "No, we haven't even eaten the first one, and you want to be full? Boss, we won't sell it to him!"

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "Don't worry, line up and come one by one, try not to be too pretentious, let more friends have a taste, we will have more tomorrow."