Chapter 1289

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."

Wang Xiaoming's heart stopped for a beat, and he didn't know what to say. Luo Junsheng had even hired people to find him, and he also offered such generous terms. Most people would choose Luo's family over working for nothing at home. Well, after a while, he asked: "When?" His question could be considered artistic. It could be asking when to go, or when someone found him.

Yang Ming took a sip of porridge and ate a chopstick of pickles: "Last night, when we were closing the stall, I refused."

Wang Xiaoming finally let go of his worries. Fortunately, fortunately, Yang Ming is not someone who is easily tempted. The corners of his mouth could not help but raise, and his tone became more relaxed. He squinted at him playfully: "Why don't you go? I There are no wages here.”

Yang Ming said indifferently: "It's no use asking for money. I don't like it."

Wang Xiaoming didn't know whether he didn't like money or didn't like working in the Luo family. Anyway, he liked the answer. He often saw some upright and upright people on TV who regarded money as dirt. He didn't expect that he would meet him again: "Thank you. ah."

Yang Ming said: "What did he ask you for?"

Wang Xiaoming hesitated for a moment: "Uh, um, Brother Sheng said he wants you to teach him how to cook."

"What are the benefits?" Yang Ming asked succinctly.

Wang Xiaoming said: "He lent me money to repay the loan shark."

Yang Ming touched his chin: "One hundred thousand?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "It should be."

Yang Ming said: "Tell him, I will sell him the recipe for five thousand yuan a piece, and I will sell it to him for twenty, including the church. Ask him if he wants it, and forget it. One hundred thousand is not much, and he will make it very quickly. Still on."

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth in surprise. Five thousand yuan for a recipe. Is there anything else that sells it like this? Is this expensive or cheap? Going to chef school seems to be more expensive, only tens of thousands of dollars. "Is this okay? Do I really say that?"

"It's up to you. This is the price I offered. It's already very cheap." Yang Ming said and got up to serve the porridge. Wang Xiaoming was not very good at cooking. Mainly because he had not received professional training. His understanding was pretty good and could be cultivated, but he couldn't do this. A few small pickles are made by a master. They are salty, fresh and delicious, which makes people have endless aftertaste. He loves to eat them.

When Wang Xiaoming saw what Yang Ming said, he still felt nervous. If he said it like this, it was obvious that he was rejecting Luo Junsheng. Wouldn't this offend others?

Yang Ming didn't mention it again. They had more types of barbecue that day, and the diners shouted with satisfaction: "Boss, you should prepare some more beer."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Our family sells oysters, so we don't have beer. Eating the two together can cause gout. It's better for you to pay attention to your healthy diet."

"Oh, yes, there's this other thing. I forgot about it. You can't drink beer. It would be nice if you had some rice or something." The guest settled for the next best thing.

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "We are going to launch claypot rice in two days. I hope you will take care of the business then."

An acquaintance said: "Xiao Ming, your business here is getting better and better, and it is developing very fast."

"Thanks to everyone for supporting me!" Wang Xiaoming smiled. He was in a good mood recently and smiled often, because since Yang Ming came, everything has gone smoothly, so it's no wonder he is unhappy.

After closing the stall and going home in the evening, Wang Xiaoming received another message from Luo Junsheng: "Would you like to come to my house for tea?"

Wang Xiaoming didn't want to go to his house to drink tea. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to say those words in front of him, so he typed the message word by word: "Yang Ming said that he can sell you the recipe of the dish. One dish costs five thousand yuan. If you agree, you will be willing to teach. If you don't agree, forget it." I checked it a few times and then pressed the send button.

After sending the message, Wang Xiaoming tightened his grip on his phone. He could imagine Luo Junsheng scolding his mother, and he also felt that Yang Ming's move was a bit of a loss. A dish costs five thousand yuan. How many copies must be sold to earn back the cost. He waited for Luo Junsheng's response with some anxiety, thinking that the other party would scold him.

It took five minutes for the other party to reply: "Let's think about it."

Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief and did not scold him, which was very polite.

He ran to Yang Ming's room and saw him reading a shabby magazine by his bedside. It was from many years ago. It was borrowed by Wang Xiaoming from his classmates when he was in school. He had not returned it, and now he has forgotten that it was Who did you borrow it from? There were no entertainment activities in his home, and there was no cable TV. No one liked watching it, and his spiritual life was indeed pitiful.

When Yang Ming saw him coming, he put down the book and looked at him without saying a word. Wang Xiaoming chuckled: "I told Brother Sheng about selling the formula, and he said he should think about it."

Yang Ming nodded: "Well, let me know if anything happens." After that, he raised the book and continued reading.

Wang Xiaoming closed the door and opened it again: "By the way, is the mat you sleep on cool? The wind has turned and the temperature has dropped. I'll get you a mattress and quilt."

Yang Ming touched the bare bed board. There was nothing else except the mat. He nodded: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoming quickly opened the cabinet and pulled out a quilt. Yang Ming took it to spread it on himself. Wang Xiaoming found another sheet and spread it on him: "Is the quilt thin? If it is thin, change to a thicker bed."

"Being not."

While the two were busy, Wang Xiaoming's phone rang. He quickly took it out and saw that it was Luo Junsheng calling: "Brother Sheng."

Luo Junsheng said in a gloomy tone: "You haven't slept yet, let's have a cup of tea with Yang Ming and have a chat in person."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Ming who was bending down to spread the sheets: "Okay." After hanging up the phone, he said to Yang Ming, "Brother Sheng asked us to have tea."

Yang Ming nodded: "Go."

Wang Xiaoming took a thin coat and put it on, and also found a coat of his own for Yang Ming. It was a bit small and could barely be worn. Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Ming, who was wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt with red hearts, and thought to himself that he would have to buy him long-sleeved clothes and thick clothes tomorrow.

This time, not only Luo Junsheng was alone in the Luo family living room, but also Luo Maogang and his wife. Luo Junsheng's wife was also there. Everyone watched in silence as Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming came in. The two of them were wearing the same T-shirt. At first glance, And kind of like brothers.

Wang Xiaoming looked at this scene, as if it were a three-party interrogation. He smiled and said hello: "Uncle, aunt, biological brother, sister-in-law."

Luo Maogang said: "Sit down."

Luo Junsheng poured tea for the two of them: "Drink tea."

Yang Ming said: "I won't drink anymore. I won't be able to sleep after drinking. The boss will also drink less."