Chapter 1288

After Wang Bing washed his face, he squeezed some water out of his small towel with both hands and took it into the bedroom. He was going to take care of Uncle. Wang Xiaoming was sleeping in a daze when suddenly something wet and cold fell on his face. He was so frightened that he sat up suddenly and all his sleepiness was scared away: "Ah Bing, what are you doing?"

Wang Bing was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He pursed his lips and said aggrievedly, "I'm treating Uncle."

Wang Xiaoming took the wet towel that slipped off his face and looked at Wang Bing dumbfounded: "Uncle is not sick, uncle is just tired and wants to sleep." Although he made an mistake, this child also knows how to take care of others, really It's gratifying. Wang Xiaoming feels like a boy has grown up in our family.

Yang Ming stood at the door and looked in: "Are you sick?"

"No, no, I drank some tea last night and fell asleep very late." Wang Xiaoming got out of bed with the towel that was still dripping, and wrung out the water.

Yang Ming glanced at Wang Xiaoming's face: "I'll go buy groceries while you sleep."

Wang Xiaoming yawned: "No, I'm up. I'll go."

Yang Ming stretched out his hand towards Wang Xiaoming: "Give me the money."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Ming's expressionless face, with determination that could not be refused, and said, "Okay, please." He took out the money from the drawer and gave it to Yang Ming, asking him to buy groceries.

Wang Bing saw Uncle getting up and knew that he was not sick. He felt relieved and said, "Uncle, I'm hungry. I want to eat rice noodles."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Let me see if there are any Kueh Teow at home. If not, I can only make porridge." Wang Xiaoming opened the refrigerator and saw that there was another bag of Kueh Teow inside, but the portion was not enough and could only be eaten by two people, so he washed the rice again. Serve the porridge.

When Wang Xiaoming was making breakfast, Wang Bing was spinning around at his feet like a puppy. Wang Xiaoming said: "Today's kway teow doesn't have bone soup, so it may not taste that good."

"I like Abo's kway teow soup the most. It's more delicious than anyone else's," Wang Bing said.

Wang Xiaoming stretched out his hand and scratched his nose: "The little guy has such a sweet mouth and knows how to make Uncle happy. Uncle Yang's cooking is not as delicious as Uncle Yang Ming's."

Wang Bing said in a very determined tone: "It's more delicious than his!"

Wang Xiaoming heard what he said and thought of his attitude these days. He turned to look at his nephew: "Ah Bing, you seem a little unhappy these days. What's wrong?"

Wang Bing looked outside the door: "Uncle, when will he leave?"

Wang Xiaoming stopped what he was doing and looked at him: "What's wrong, Ah Bing?"

Wang Bing raised his head, glanced at Wang Xiaoming with his big black and white eyes, then lowered his head and played with his fingers: "Is Uncle Yang Ming going to live in our house?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "Yes, Uncle Yang Ming forgot how to get home. Before he remembered, he stayed at our house."

Wang Bing frowned: "Then what if he never remembers it?"

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment. He hadn't thought that far. He probably couldn't remember it all the time. "If he is willing, he can always live in our house, or he can leave if he wants to."

"Uncle Yang Ming, please get well soon." Wang Bing held his forehead with his hands as if he had a headache, looking young and mature, which made Wang Xiaoming laugh: "Don't Bing like Uncle Yang Ming?"

Wang Bing turned his head and looked out the door: "With Uncle Yang Ming, Uncle doesn't like me as much as before."

Wang Xiaoming almost burst into tears: "You brat, what are you talking about? Uncle has always liked you."

"But uncle also likes Uncle Yang Ming. He will snatch you away!" Wang Bing shouted anxiously.

Wang Xiaoming finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What nonsense are you talking about, brat? Why do I like Uncle Yang Ming? Uncle Yang Ming has helped Abo a lot. With him here, Abo will not be visited to collect debts. , and you won’t be beaten. Isn’t that good?”

Wang Bing looked at Wang Xiaoming doubtfully: "Really?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Well, Uncle Yang Ming is a good man. When he comes, uncle won't have to work as hard as before. He can also help uncle make a lot of money. Wait until next year, and you will have money to go to school. Aren't you always Do you all want to go to kindergarten?" All the children in the village as old as Wang Bing go to kindergarten. Wang Xiaoming has no money and cannot afford to send him to kindergarten. He plans to send him directly to preschool, so Wang Bing is alone most of the time. Playing is also quite lonely.

Wang Bing opened his eyes wide: "Really?"

"Well, as long as Uncle Yang Ming doesn't leave, Uncle can make money to send you to school. From now on, you can take a boat across the sea to go to school every day." Wang Xiaoming said.

Wang Bing finally jumped up with joy: "Oh, great!"

"So be friendly to Uncle Yang Ming and don't ignore others." Wang Xiaoming said.

Wang Bing scratched his face and said, "Oh." Seeing how useful he is, be nice to him in the future.

Yang Ming came back from buying vegetables. Wang Xiaoming went to pick up the vegetables and saw that the cart was full of vegetables: "Why did you buy so many vegetables?"

Yang Ming said: "Oysters are too simple, we need more varieties."

Diners have also reported this problem. They can only buy oysters at his store, and if they want to eat anything else, they have to go to other stores to buy it, which is inconvenient. Having said that, the popularity of his family's business has not diminished. There are always so many people. Wang Xiaoming, out of fear of trouble, has never prepared other dishes. "If there are too many vegetables, it will be harder. You have to wash the vegetables and put in skewers. You don't earn as much as you do with oysters."

Yang Ming said: "After the peak oyster season, I will still have to do other things in the future. Barbecuing is not considered a healthy diet. I plan to make claypot rice, so I have to buy a steamer and a casserole first."

What he sells has always been snacks, without staple food. Diners can only go to other people's houses to order rice and eat it together. If they have claypot rice, it will be a one-stop service. Wang Xiaoming scratched his head. Yang Ming was obviously more thoughtful than his boss. He even thought about future development. I wonder what kind of virtue he had accumulated that allowed him to pick up such a good guy. "I can't cook claypot rice."

"I can teach you." Yang Ming said casually.

Wang Xiaoming thought about what Luo Junsheng told him last night, and thought about how Yang Ming tried so hard to help him, but he couldn't say anything anyway. Forget it, let's not talk about it. Yang Ming is willing to help him without borrowing the Luo family's money, and he should learn to cook from him attentively. Even if he goes back in the future, he will still be able to support himself.

While eating breakfast, Yang Ming said, "Where did you go for tea last night?"

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment: "Brother's home."

"What did he ask you for?"

Wang Xiaoming raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ming. He rarely asked about his own affairs, so why did he ask about this? "You just chatted with me for the whole day and said that your cooking skills are very good."

Yang Ming said expressionlessly: "Boss Luo gave me 5,000 yuan a month and dividends at the end of the year, and asked me to work for him."