Chapter 1313

As soon as I left the hotel gate, I heard someone lazily say from the front: "Officer Xiao Liu is leaving, I will see you off."

When Liu Hao looked up, he saw the most annoying guy leaning against the door of a black Audi SUV, sliding a zippo lighter to light a cigarette. The lights outside were very dim, and the firelight illuminated his face in a weird way.

Liu Hao cursed hard: Damn, he's like a ghost. I clearly saw him still eating inside but not leaving. Why is he here now? He ignored him and walked towards the bus stop. Zhong Yanhong blew out a puff of smoke. The white smoke dispersed in the wind, leaving only a faint smell of tobacco. He said unhurriedly: "Xiao Liu The police officer has been avoiding me, is he afraid of falling in love with me, or is he already in love with me but afraid to admit it?"

Liu Hao stopped, walked over quickly, grabbed him by the collar, and looked at him fiercely: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut out your tongue and feed it to the dogs!"

Zhong Yanhong stuck out his tongue, licked his lips seductively, moved closer to him and lowered his voice and said, "My tongue just wants to lick you, all over your body."

Warm breath sprayed on Liu Hao's neck. He felt a numbness rising from his groin to his scalp. His legs were a little weak. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the inappropriate feeling, holding back his thoughts. Kick him to death: "Zhong, can you be more shameless and despicable? We have no relationship at all. We have long gone back to each other. Don't think that you can control me just because I have a fight with you." Life is here!”

"I don't want to control your life, I just want to participate in your life, is that okay, Officer Xiao Liu?" Zhong Yanhong looked at the face of the person in front of him, leaned forward, and kissed him only two centimeters away.

Liu Hao saw * in the other person's eyes. He pushed Zhong Yanhong away hard: "It's impossible. We are not from the same world at all. It's better for you to give up." After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Zhong Yanhong looked at Liu Hao's back and shook his head with a wry smile. This little policeman always means something different. Don't think he will give up so easily. Just wait and see, little policeman.

Wang Xiaoming had dinner at five o'clock in the afternoon. After a busy night, almost everyone was hungry. Yang Ming made glutinous rice dumplings filled with peanuts and sesame. They were bigger than beef balls, soft, sweet, and delicious. , most suitable as a midnight snack on cold winter nights.

Wang Bing ate two and wanted to eat more, but Wang Xiaoming stopped her. It was too late. Eating too much can easily lead to food accumulation. Yang Ming did a lot. Zhang Yiwei and Zhao Xiaoyang, who were growing in body, each ate two large bowls. They still felt that they were not satisfied and wanted to continue eating, but Wang Xiaoming stopped them: "Don't eat it, it's all made of glutinous rice. Be careful not to digest it if you eat too much."

Zhang Yiwei burped, put down the bowl still unfinished, and raised his hand to rub his bulging stomach.

Yang Ming said expressionlessly: "You two washed the dishes."

Zhang Yiwei and Zhao Xiaoyang were slumped on the chairs gasping for air. After hearing Yang Ming's words, Zhang Yiwei said: "Brother Yang Ming, can you come and take a shower tomorrow morning?"

"Today's work is finished today." Yang Ming said.

Zhao Xiaoyang talks less and is more honest than Zhang Yiwei. When he heard what Yang Ming said, he quickly got up and collected the bowls. Zhang Yiwei procrastinated and waited for Zhao Xiaoyang to enter the kitchen for a while before getting up and going in.

Because the two new boys were younger than Yu Nan, Wang Xiaoming habitually took care of them as children. When he got off work, he said to them: "Don't think that Master Yang Ming is very strict. His personality is like this, but he is a very nice person. You two behave well and you will learn your real skills sooner or later. He teaches others how to cook and charges five thousand yuan per dish. If you are an apprentice, at least he will not charge tuition."

Zhang Yiwei opened his mouth: "Real or false?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Really, part of the money for opening the store was earned by Yang Ming teaching people how to cook."

Zhang Yiwei has a quick mind and quickly made a calculation. There are at least dozens of dishes on the menu of their restaurant. If he wants to learn them all, if one dish costs five thousand, it will cost hundreds of thousands. There are really fools who pay to learn cooking from him. ? But if I learn from him, wouldn't it be equivalent to making hundreds of thousands? Thinking of this, Zhang Yiwei became a little excited: "I know, I will do it well."

Back at the store, Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming counted the day's turnover. Today was slightly less than yesterday, only about 15,000 yuan. Based on a net profit of more than 20%, there was an income of 4,000 yuan. Wang Xiaoming is already very satisfied. When the opening promotion ends, the turnover may decrease a bit, but the profit margin will be high, and the income will be almost the same as now.

After counting the accounts, Wang Xiaoming stretched and said, "Let's go, pack up and go to the house over there. We finally don't have to sleep in the attic tonight."

Yang Ming looked at Wang Xiaoming with a happy face and thought of what happened last night. In fact, there is nothing wrong with sleeping in the attic. At least it can cultivate a sense of intimacy. However, he would not say this directly to Wang Xiaoming. He would only say: "At least it is convenient to sleep in a hotel." .”

Wang Xiaoming looked at him with a smile: "Then you stay in the hotel and keep watch."

Yang Ming said nothing and left. What was the point of staying alone in the hotel?

The two rolled up their quilts down to the attic, collected their daily necessities, put them on a tricycle, and pulled them over.

After opening the door, Wang Xiaoming stood at the door, somewhat proudly: "This house is not bad, I'll let you choose the bedroom first."

Yang Ming carried his things into the house without saying anything. He opened the doors of the three bedrooms, took a look, and chose the second bedroom: "I'll live in this one."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Why didn't you choose the master bedroom?"

Yang Ming said: "You are the boss."

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "What a boss and buddy, aren't you also the boss now?"

Yang Ming first carried Wang Xiaoming's bedding into the master bedroom and helped him make the bed: "You give A Bing a bath first."

Seeing that he offered to help, Wang Xiaoming did not refuse: "Thank you." It was almost eleven o'clock, and Wang Bing had already slept soundly. Because of the inconvenience last night, he didn't give him a bath. It's time to wash. I crawl around in the kitchen every day, and my whole body is filled with the smell of oil smoke.

Wang Xiaoming put water in for Wang Bing to take a bath, while looking at the washing machine in the bathroom. Now it's better. From now on, the clothes can be thrown directly into the washing machine. It's so convenient. Wang Xiaoming thought about the convenience of life in the future, feeling happy that he could finally use basic electrical appliances like a modern person, barely keeping up with the times.

He took a bath, wiped Wang Bing clean, wrapped him in a big towel, and carried him to the room. Yang Ming had already made the bed for him, and he tucked Wang Bing into the bed.

Yang Ming was watching TV in the living room. Wang Xiaoming looked at the snowflake electronics on the TV screen: "No one has watched this TV for a long time. It's broken. You go and take a shower."