Chapter 1315

Yang Ming took Wang Bing from his arms, held him in his arms, and reached out to wipe his tears: "Bing, don't cry."

Wang Bing did not expect that Uncle Yang Ming, who had never liked him very much, would come to save him at this time. He cried even harder now. Wang Xiaoming rolled up the wet sheets, quilt cover and pants, threw them into the basin and soaked them first. .

She couldn't help but nag: "The quilt cover is wet, and even the mattress is wet. We'll see how we sleep tonight. You can sleep on the floor. You're such a big man, why don't you call someone if you want to pee? You're at home. She is so obedient every day and knows how to wake up when the time comes, but now she doesn’t know how to wake up when she comes to a new place.”

While Yang Ming was dressing Wang Bing, he listened to his nagging and said, "Move the mattress to the balcony to dry. Wash the quilt, spin it in the washing machine, and let it dry for a while. It should be dry at night. If it doesn't work, go ahead." Buy a new set.”

Wang Xiaoming saw that it was getting late: "You go buy groceries first, I'll wash the quilt and come back."

Yang Ming said: "Put your clothes on first so you don't catch a cold."

Wang Xiaoming realized that he had just gotten up to clean up Wang Bing's mess, and he was still wearing a single shirt and pants. He couldn't help but sneeze and quickly went to get dressed.

Yang Ming asked Wang Bing: "Are you going to buy groceries with Uncle or with Uncle?"

Wang Bing looked at Wang Xiaoming timidly: "With uncle." This was the first time that this boy took the initiative to get close to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming held his little hand: "Let's go buy groceries."

Wang Xiaoming saw Yang Ming leaving with Wang Bing, and quickly added: "Ah Bing, follow uncle closely, don't wander around, don't get lost."

Wang Xiaoming hung the washed sheets and quilt covers to dry on the balcony. He looked up at the cloudy and unpredictable sky outside the security window. It was a rare winter day without wind. He doubted whether the bed and quilt could be dry, so he took the time to buy a quilt cover. If the mattress is not dry, sleep in another room. There is a single bed in that room, which was originally reserved for Yu Nan. Fortunately, he has not come back yet.

Wang Xiaoming had planned well, but he had foreseen a chaotic day since the morning. This day was extremely busy. Since nine o'clock in the morning, the phone has been ringing non-stop. They are all calling to order food, some are ordering New Year's Eve dinner now, and some are ordering banquets.

The end of the year is the peak time for weddings, especially wedding banquets, followed by birthday banquets, wedding banquets, moving to a new house, etc. Therefore, the consumption peak in restaurants is the year before.

Although Wang Xiaoming's restaurant is not big, it can accommodate twenty or thirty tables, which is enough for an ordinary banquet. Although it has only been open for two or three days, the store's reputation has already spread, and many customers have called to make reservations for banquets.

Wang Xiaoming hasn't had time to discuss these with Yang Ming, the recipes have not been decided, and there are no standards at all in terms of specifications. Wang Xiaoming could only agree to the time first, discuss it with Yang Ming, and then discuss the details with him. There were actually three banquets held in the morning. Wang Xiaoming made a rough calculation. Assuming that a table costs 1,000 yuan and a table earns 200 yuan, a banquet with at least ten tables would be profitable.

Wang Xiaoming didn't know whether he caught a cold in the morning or answered too many calls, but he felt a little dizzy. At lunch time, Wang Xiaoming's cold got worse. He had a headache, sore eyes and a runny nose. After sneezing three times, Yang Ming said: "Hurry out, you don't need to be busy here, go to the front desk to check out, and remember to buy medicine."

Wang Xiaoming knew that it was not appropriate to stay in the kitchen in this situation. He walked out of the kitchen with his head hanging down and did not go to buy medicine. He had a slight cold, so he took some medicine. He was young and strong, so he could just bear it. Wang Xiaoming sniffed and went to order the customers.

Just after ordering two portions, Zhang Yiwei came over: "Boss, you go and rest, I'll come, I'll come." This kid became extra diligent and proactive today, because he knew that Yang Ming's cooking was worth five thousand yuan, so he behaved well. You can learn to cook for free.

Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to go back to the cashier and sit down. Wang Bing was sitting there playing with his Ultraman. When he saw Wang Xiaoming coming, he wanted to run away. He still remembered the slap he received on his butt this morning.

Wang Xiaoming glared at him: "You brat, you know how to hold grudges. Who feeds you, clothes you, and takes you to sleep? If you don't like Uncle, just follow Uncle Yang Ming from now on."

Wang Bing lowered his head and said nothing. Wang Xiaoming sneezed and pulled some paper to wipe his nose. Wang Bing raised his head and glanced at Wang Xiaoming: "Uncle, are you sick?"

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand: "Go somewhere else to play, stay away from me."

Wang Bing thought that Wang Xiaoming really didn't want him anymore, so he stretched out his hand to grab Wang Xiaoming's sleeve. His eyes were filled with fear and grievance, and he pursed his lips and was about to cry: "I want uncle, not Uncle Yang Ming. I will listen to uncle."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Uncle doesn't want you. If uncle is sick, he will pass the cold to you. You can go somewhere else to play."

Wang Bing turned around and left, running to the kitchen: "Uncle Yang Ming, my uncle is sick."

Yang Ming was busy: "I understand, has he taken medicine?"

Wang Bing shook his head: "No."

Yang Ming looked at it, turned off the fire, and then washed the ginger and scallions himself. He quickly cooked a bowl of scallion and ginger water using ginger cubes and green onions: "Ayang, take this to the boss and let him He drank."

Zhao Xiaoyang came over: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhao Xiaoyang coming towards him with a bowl: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Xiaoyang said: "Boss, Brother Yang Ming asked me to bring this to you for you to drink."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the bowl of light yellow water: "What is this?"

Zhao Xiaoyang said: "Ginger soup."

Wang Xiaoming took it and smelled it. Sure enough, it smelled of ginger and green onions. He grinned and felt warm in his heart. This man was quite attentive.

Wang Xiaoming drank the onion and ginger water cooked by Yang Ming. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. He felt much better and he didn't sneeze so frequently.

Wang Bing ran over, his big eyes full of concern: "Uncle, are you recovered?"

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his nose: "Okay. Go and play by yourself, don't come to my place yet." After saying that, he sneezed and quickly wiped it with paper.

Wang Bing looked at Wang Xiaoming with a red nose and felt that Uncle was so pitiful. He hugged Ultraman and sat obediently on an empty chair, looking at Wang Xiaoming from a distance, like an abandoned puppy.

However, Wang Xiaoming's condition did not really get better because of this. Catching a cold was just a trigger. The fatigue accumulated over a long period of time made his immune system low. The virus spread wantonly, and his cold became more and more serious.

Without Wang Xiaoming's help, and the two new boys couldn't help much, Yang Ming was just a handful in the kitchen, having to chop and stir-fry vegetables. Zhang Yiwei and Zhao Xiaoyang watched Yang Ming dance with a knife and spatula like an acrobatic, and couldn't help but admire him. It turned out that this is what a real chef is like! They had nothing to say except to worship.