Chapter 1316

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.

After Zhang Yiwei delivered the food, he took the time to talk to Wang Xiaoming at the front desk: "Boss, have you ever seen Brother Yang Ming do acrobatics? It's so exciting!"

Wang Xiaoming sniffed: "No, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yiwei chuckled: "From now on, Brother Yang Ming has become my second most admired person."

Wang Xiaoming asked him: "Who is the first?"

"Of course it's our brother Hong." Zhang Yiwei said matter-of-factly.

Wang Xiaoming said: "You are here to deliver the vegetables, and Ayang is cutting the vegetables?"

"No, Brother Yang Ming cut it himself and said we didn't cut it well." Zhang Yiwei said.

Wang Xiaoming's eyebrows jumped: "How can he be so busy?"

Zhang Yiwei chuckled: "Brother Yang Ming is a swordsman, he is very busy, really."

Wang Xiaoming became even more curious after hearing what he said, so he got up and went to the kitchen to have a look. As soon as he arrived at the door of the kitchen, he heard an urgent "ding-ding-ding" sound coming from inside. He looked inside and saw that Yang Ming pursed his lips and looked attentively. The knife was so fast that only an afterimage was left. He cut for a while. Cai, hurriedly went to see the fire again, and for a while all he saw was the light of knives and shovels. Although he was busy, he was not chaotic at all. He probably would not change his expression even if Mount Tai came to the top.

Yang Ming put the food out of the pot: "Awei, serve." He turned around and saw Wang Xiaoming, his expression softened a little, "Are you feeling better?"

Wang Xiaoming was about to open his mouth to speak, then he sneezed, quickly covered his mouth, waved his other hand, turned around and went out. Yang Ming's voice sounded from behind: "Go buy medicine!" The tone was irresistible and stern.

Wang Xiaoming scratched his head and said, "Oh." He had not been disciplined so severely for a long, long time, and hearing these words was actually very helpful.

Wang Xiaoming came out of the kitchen, thought about it, and went to buy medicine. When he went out, he found that it was raining outside. The rain was so heavy that pedestrians on the street were driven under the eaves by the raindrops. Wang Xiaoming was hit by the cold wind and sneezed again. His temples throbbed with pain, as if two fingers were tugging on the nerves there.

He took a look and saw that there was a drug store diagonally across the street. It was raining and it was hard to get through. There didn't seem to be any drug stores on his side, so he forgot about it and waited until the rain stopped. Then he turned around and entered the hotel. Wang Xiaoming returned to sit behind the cashier. After going out for a while, he seemed to feel a little cold. Even though there was air conditioning in the room, it didn't matter. He tightened his clothes tightly, but he still felt that there was wind everywhere, so he leaned against the back of the sofa. Wear it to make your back less cold.

An aunt came over with the order and money: "I paid the bill, Xiao Ming."

Wang Xiaoming took the order and looked at the numbers on it with his eyes wide open. The aunt looked at his face and said, "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" As the aunt said, she stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, which made her twitch quickly. He hit back, "You kid, you're already burned like this, go get an injection quickly!"

Wang Xiaoming reached out and touched his forehead: "Do you have a fever? You're fine." The palm of his hand was also hot, and it was strange to feel something strange.

The aunt said: "I have to tell Yang Ming."

Wang Xiaoming stopped him: "Emma, ​​don't tell him, I'm going to buy medicine myself." Yang Ming couldn't handle it alone, so how could he cause trouble?

After Wang Xiaoming settled the account, he quickly went out to buy medicine. He first went to a small shop next door to buy an umbrella, opened it and went across the road to buy two boxes of medicine. After taking the medicine, he became drowsy after a while and took a nap while leaning on the sofa at the front desk.

Wang Bing has been paying close attention to Wang Xiaoming's movements, but Wang Xiaoming is afraid of giving him a cold and refuses to let him get close. At this moment, he saw that Wang Xiaoming was asleep, so he came over, covered Wang Xiaoming with the small blanket he usually covered on the sofa, leaned against Wang Xiaoming helplessly, and reached out to grasp Wang Xiaoming's hand. He has never seen Uncle sick before. Little people like to think wildly about whether Uncle will die of illness. Thinking of this, Wang Bing began to shed tears. Silent tears are the saddest. As he cried, he raised his head. He raised his sleeves to wipe the tears from his face, and finally fell asleep in Wang Xiaoming's arms.

The aunt came to pay the bill and saw the boss sleeping on the sofa. Wang Bing was curled up in his arms, hanging on the edge of the sofa, precariously. She quickly went in and picked up Wang Bing. She wanted to put him on the other end of the sofa, but found that he was holding him tightly. Holding Wang Xiaoming's hand, he couldn't help but sigh, and carefully put it back, ready to go to the kitchen to find Yang Ming to collect the money.

At this time, there were a lot fewer customers. Yang Ming had some free time and went out to see Wang Xiaoming. When he saw his aunt coming out from behind the counter, he stretched his neck and looked inside. He saw that two people, one large and one small, were sleeping side by side. . The aunt said: "Yang Ming, you collect the money, one hundred and sixty-eight."

Yang Ming went behind the counter, raised Wang Xiaoming's head, took out the satchel underneath, and gave the change to his aunt. He turned to look at Wang Xiaoming, who was blushing, and Wang Bing, who had tears on his face. He reached out and touched Wang Xiaoming's forehead, which was hot and burning. He looked at the table and saw a box of metamizole, which is an oral antipyretic medicine. He had already opened two pills. It looked like he had taken the medicine. He would take a look at it first. If the fever did not go away, he would send him to the hospital for injection.

He took out the blanket from Wang Xiaoming and covered them, one large and one small, and then took his coat to cover them. He sat down and looked at Wang Xiaoming's face. He was too tired and his resistance was very weak, so as soon as he had a slight cold, the virus opened up and spread wantonly in his body.

Wang Xiaoming was lying on the sofa, and Yang Ming sat outside to protect him from the wind. Every once in a while, he would reach out and touch his forehead. He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the temperature recede little by little.

After sleeping until about four o'clock, Wang Xiaoming finally woke up. He felt that his dizziness and stuffy nose had improved somewhat, and the breath coming out of his nose was no longer as hot as if it was on fire. Yang Ming was holding Wang Bing and sitting at his feet. The two were playing silent games. When Wang Bing wanted to laugh, he would cover his mouth with his hands and try not to make any sound.

Wang Xiaoming looked at this scene and felt very warm for some reason. He moved a little, and Yang Ming and Wang Bing both noticed that he was awake at the same time: "Are you awake? (Uncle is awake!)"

Wang Xiaoming sat up, twisted his neck, and stretched: "It feels so uncomfortable."

Wang Bing eagerly broke away from Yang Ming, climbed to Wang Xiaoming's side, and hugged his waist: "Uncle, are you okay?"

Wang Xiaoming touched the top of his hair: "Okay, it's okay."