Chapter 1285

Yang Ming said: "Sooner or later it will be used."

Wang Xiaoming felt funny in his heart, could he really open a restaurant?

When the stall opens in the evening, the charcoal-grilled oysters have a richer flavor. In addition to the garlic and original flavors, there is also a mustard flavor, giving diners more choices. That night, Wang Xiaoming's charcoal-grilled oysters sold like crazy again. Other charcoal-grilled oysters had not yet sold much, and there was a long queue in front of his stall, including not only foreign tourists, but also local villagers.

In less than two days, Wang Xiaoming's charcoal-grilled oysters became the island's most famous delicacy. Islanders and foreign tourists all knew that Wang Xiaoming's family had hired a new chef with excellent cooking skills. It has a five-star catering standard, and everyone who knows it wants to come and have a try.

Wang Xiaoming's food stall was so popular that he was so busy that he had no time to rest. From the time he opened the stall at around 11 a.m., there were no shortage of customers. He had to be busy until he closed the stall at 90 p.m., and his hands cramped every day while collecting money. In order not to make himself too tired, Wang Xiaoming simply stopped the breakfast stall in the morning. Anyway, the money he earned from two meals in the morning and evening was several times higher than in the previous day.

That evening, while Wang Xiaoming was busy collecting money, he spotted Luo Yufen's eldest brother Luo Junsheng in the crowd. Wang Xiaoming said unexpectedly: "Brother Sheng, why are you here?" The Luo family opened the first and largest restaurant on the island. , I should be busy in the store at this point, why do I still have time to buy oysters to eat.

Luo Junsheng squeezed forward and said with a smile: "I heard that your grilled oysters are particularly delicious, so I came to try them. Give me two."

"Brother Sheng said that I'm so embarrassed. It's all because of everyone's support. Let me grab some for you to try." Wang Xiaoming said and quickly picked up four roasted oysters in a rice box.

Luo Junsheng said: "Give me one of different flavors."

The box was not big and could only hold four, so Wang Xiaoming had to take out two more garlic-flavored ones and replace them with one original and one spicy.

Luo Junsheng said: "Twelve yuan, right? I'll give you the money."

Wang Xiaoming smiled awkwardly: "Brother Sheng, what money do you want, just take it and eat it." Luo Junsheng is only two years older than Wang Xiaoming, and he has been playing with him since childhood. How can Wang Xiaoming be embarrassed to accept his money.

Seeing that he didn't accept the money, Luo Junsheng still put the money on the case and left with the oysters.

When a familiar villager saw Luo Junsheng leaving, he said to Wang Xiaoming: "Ah Sheng sells oysters at his own house, why do he come to you to buy them?"

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said: "Maybe I want to taste it."

Another acquaintance said: "No one went to his house for dinner today, and they all came to your place to eat oysters. I think he may have come to steal his skills."

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said: "How can that be the case? His oysters have always been cooked very authentically."

An acquaintance said: "It's okay, but it's still far from what you get at home."

Wang Xiaoming couldn't answer anymore, so he just smiled and continued busy. He wasn't afraid of Luo Junsheng stealing his master's advice. If the recipe for something like diet could be stolen just by eating it, there wouldn't be any secret recipe in the world.

Although Wang Xiaoming now mainly sells charcoal-grilled oysters, he did not stay busy until midnight like others and closed the stall at ten o'clock at the latest. He still had a child waiting at home.

When closing the stall that night, Yang Ming went to the public toilet to use the toilet. After using the toilet, he was stopped by someone: "Brother Yang Ming, please take a step to speak."

Yang Ming took a look and saw that the person blocking him was Luo Junsheng. Yang Ming knew him. He was the owner of Luo's Restaurant. Luo's house is not far from Wang Xiaoming's house. It is a three-story small foreign-style building. It is very grand. Luo Maogang and Luo Junsheng and their son often drink kung fu tea in the corridor. Wang Xiaoming has to say hello every time he passes by, and Yang Ming remembers it.

Yang Ming stopped, looked at the cigarette offered to him, and did not take it: "I won't smoke."

Luo Junsheng withdrew the hand that handed him the cigarette with some embarrassment, put it on his mouth, held it in his mouth, and lit the cigarette: "Brother Yang Ming works at Xiao Ming's place. How much salary does he give you?"

Yang Ming said: "I didn't give any money."

Luo Junsheng almost dropped the cigarette from his mouth: "What? I didn't give you money, what do you mean?"

Yang Ming said: "I just don't want money."

Luo Junsheng held the cigarette in his hand and looked at Yang Ming with squinted eyes, trying to figure out the credibility of his words. The light in the toilet was a bit dark, and Yang Ming's expression seemed unreal. Luo Junsheng smiled and said: "Brother Yang Ming Your craftsmanship is really superb, and being a roadside stall is too boring. I will give you 5,000 a month, so you can come and work as a chef in my store. There will be bonuses at the end of the year."

Yang Ming said calmly: "Oh, no need."

Luo Junsheng said: "If five thousand is too little, you can decide for yourself. As long as I can afford it, I won't refuse."

Yang Ming said: "No, I will do it for Wang Xiaoming." After saying that, he raised his legs and left. Wang Xiaoming was still waiting for him.

Luo Junsheng threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, chased after him and grabbed his arm: "Brother Yang Ming, is it because my father misunderstood you and was unwilling to cooperate with us? The situation at that time was indeed a misunderstanding. I will My dad apologizes to you."

Before Yang Ming went to Wang Xiaoming's stall to look for something to do, he had gone to other shops to look for something to do. At that time, he was not very fluent in speech, had injuries on his body, and was wearing dirty clothes. Anyone would think that he was a beggar or a lunatic. , Luo Maogang was very rude at that time and loudly told him to get out. Wang Bing had seen this scene when he was playing with Luo Junsheng's son in Luo's store.

Yang Ming stopped, looked at the hand holding his and said, "Let go! I don't want money, I just want a place to eat and sleep. Now that Wang Xiaoming has given it to me, I will help him work." He can basically speak fluently now. , it can be seen that slurred speech is not innate, but caused by physical injuries.

Luo Junsheng let go and said, "I can provide you with better conditions. You won't have to set up a stall on the roadside in the sun or rain, and I will give you a salary. You are a grown man, and you can't just eat."

Yang Ming said: "That's enough for me." He couldn't remember his origins at all. Without a past, he naturally had no responsibilities and obligations. As long as he lived happily, he helped Wang Xiaoming make money and watched him make money happily. Just happy, nothing wrong with it.

Luo Junsheng could not imagine that this man had such low requirements and possessed great skills, but only needed to beg for a meal. This opportunity was presented to them before, but it was a pity that his father let it go. Otherwise, the whole island would be like this now. The most popular restaurant is their Luo's Restaurant.

"Brother Yang Ming, if you change your mind, come to my store, we are always welcome." Luo Junsheng said from behind unwillingly.

Yang Ming left without looking back.