Chapter 1307

Liu Hao caught the person, threw him high in the air, and caught him again: "Oh, Xiao Bingbing, you have become heavier recently. I can't even throw you. Let me see if you have grown taller."

"I've grown up!" Wang Bing giggled loudly, not afraid at all. He hugged Liu Hao's neck and reached out to take off his hat. Liu Hao took off his own hat and put it on his little head. The little guy is so beautiful that his tail is sticking up to the sky.

Wang Xiaoming said: "Mouse, what do you want to eat?"

Liu Hao said: "I don't want to eat now. I'm still at work. I'll come back after work. If you're fine, I'll leave. If someone comes to make trouble again, you can call me."

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Okay, thank you. I'll save the food for you, and you can come over for dinner after work."

"Okay." Liu Hao waved his hand and walked out. Wang Xiaoming stopped him again: "Rat."

Liu Hao stopped and turned to look at him.

Wang Xiaoming hesitated for a long time before saying, "Is there any news about Yang Ming's family?" Wang Xiaoming was very conflicted. He was worried that Yang Ming's family would come looking for him, and he was worried that he could never find his family. These two feelings kept tugging in his heart. , not to mention the torment.

Liu Hao said: "Not yet."

Wang Xiaoming expressed his worries: "He can't go on like this forever. He has no household registration and identity, and he is a black man. His health certificate can't be helped."

Liu Hao nodded: "How about you get a certificate from the village and temporarily transfer the household registration to your family?"

"Is this okay?" Wang Xiaoming asked uncertainly.

Liu Hao said: "Let me help you report this to the leaders of the institute. It's actually quite dangerous for him to do this. He doesn't have a household registration. To put it bluntly, it's a safety hazard. If he settles down, it will be easier for management."

"That's too much trouble for you." Wang Xiaoming said gratefully.

Liu Hao stretched out his hand and swept Wang Xiaoming's hair: "Which of us is following whom? Don't work too hard and pay attention to rest."

Wang Xiaoming smiled: "I know."

A guest had already arrived at this time, and Wang Xiaoming hurried back to help. Yang Ming was making preparations in the kitchen. He washed and processed the vegetables he had just bought. The fish and shrimp should be fresh, so naturally they should be cooked and killed. You can leave them alone for now. You can cut the meat first, otherwise you can wait until the cooking time. When you are in a hurry, you can wash the vegetables first and peel the ones you want to peel first.

Wang Xiaoming was chopping vegetables, while Yang Ming was already cooking. While the two adults were busy, Wang Bing sneaked into the kitchen. Yang Ming was stirring up a pot. The flames started to roar, and even the pot was on fire. Wang Bing was so scared that she screamed: "Ah, ah, Make a fire!"

Wang Xiaoming laughed loudly: "It's okay, Ah Bing, Uncle Yang Ming is cooking, it will be okay."

After Yang Ming finished stirring the pot, he turned off the heat, put the vegetables in the pot into a bowl, and took a moment to look at Wang Bing: "Is it fun?"

Wang Bing's mouth formed an "o" shape, and his eyes showed admiration. Uncle Yang Ming was really awesome. He could actually light a fire in the pot. His mouth moved, and then he nodded sharply: "It's fun, I want to play too."

Yang Ming glanced at him: "Then you grow taller quickly and I will teach you."

Wang Xiaoming turned to look at Yang Ming, and then laughed. Yang Ming meant that he wanted to teach Wang Bing how to cook. Wang Xiaoming asked Wang Bing: "Ah Bing, do you want to learn how to cook?"

Wang Bing nodded vigorously: "You must learn!"

Wang Xiaoming held him and sat him on a chair in the corner of the kitchen: "Sit here, don't wander around, and watch Uncle Yang Ming cook."

"Okay." But Wang Bing didn't see Yang Ming stir-frying again, but he did stir-fry, because stir-frying is a skill that needs to be stir-fried, and there is no need to stir-fry dishes that don't require stir-frying.

Wang Xiaoming feels that if Wang Bing is interested in cooking, he may not be unable to learn cooking. Being a chef is also a way out. Although it is harder, if he can do what Yang Ming does, his life will not be too bad. Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but wonder who Yang Ming was before, and why he ended up living on his own island and almost became a beggar. This is really a puzzling and fascinating mystery. This man is a mysterious man.

Business was booming as usual in the evening, because the customers did not come as intensively as at noon, so the two of them were not as nervous and urgent as at noon, and seemed much more relaxed.

While Wang Xiaoming was chopping vegetables, he also received several orders for food, including that night and tomorrow. He thought to himself that in the future he might have to hire someone to sit at the front desk to handle cashiers and take orders. It's just that the cashier needs someone he can trust. Generally speaking, the cashier is the boss or the boss's wife. As the boss, he has to be busy in the kitchen. As for the boss's wife, it's just a matter of looking through the mirror. Who else is more reliable?

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming's thoughts couldn't help but run in this direction. He was almost 25. Except for his first love in his teenage years, he never had similar thoughts after that. He was too poor. Poverty can suppress a person's needs. At the lowest level, people will never think about anything else except survival. Although Wang Xiaoming is a young and energetic young man, he really doesn't have any extra energy to think about it.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but secretly spat at himself: Bah! Do you have the energy now? Besides having a shop, what else? There are still hundreds of thousands of debts! Two oil bottles!

Wang Xiaoming shook his head, why did he think of that? Didn't he want to recruit a cashier? What kind of talent was reliable? It's okay if you have brothers and sisters, but now one brother is in class, one is in school, and there are two sisters, but they have all left with their mother. They have not contacted each other for so many years. I don't know if they are doing well. My sister must be sixteen years old.

Yang Ming suddenly said: "Boss, where is Xiqin?"

Wang Xiaoming came to his senses and said, "Oh, wait a minute, the celery hasn't been cut out yet." Once he was distracted, his work slowed down.

Yang Ming glanced at him and didn't say anything. He took the celery and chopped it, and said, "The kitchen needs to hire a side dish worker."

Wang Xiaoming was a little ashamed, so he quickly looked at the menu, cut out the ingredients for a dish, and said while busy: "It's not necessary for now, I can handle it."

Yang Ming glanced at him: "You can't just work as a waiter forever, you have to learn to cook. If the business stays like this, even the two of us will be too busy, and we will have to recruit more people."

Wang Xiaoming knew that Yang Ming was telling the truth. In line with the idea of ​​increasing revenue and reducing expenditure, he would save everything he could. In fact, only by rationally allocating manpower can he earn more. Otherwise, it would be really difficult for him and Yang Ming to rely on him alone. If a person is paralyzed from exhaustion, then the gain outweighs the loss.

At seven or eight o'clock, the store's business reached its peak, and there was a buzz of people upstairs and downstairs. The three waiters and aunts were running around without touching the ground, taking orders, delivering dishes, clearing tables, and collecting bowls. They were climbing up and down with almost no time to breathe. They were so tired that their faces were red and they were panting. They were old at this age. , it’s really too much to bear.