Chapter 1383

Wash the leeks and chop them into small pieces. Remove the shells from the oysters and cut them into pieces, not too small, otherwise it will be difficult to taste the freshness. Mix the leeks and oysters together, add an appropriate amount of salt, cooking oil, fish sauce, etc., mix well, and wrap them in dumpling wrappers. Medium, heat up and steam for eight minutes.

The leek and oyster dumplings were so delicious that it was indescribable. Wang Xiaoming's cheeks bulged after eating them, and he still said, "Why don't I start talking about it and what else can I do."

Yang Ming said: "Don't talk while you are eating."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at him, feeling that he was being taught a lesson like Wang Bing, and couldn't help but quietly rolled his eyes. He finished the three baskets of eighteen steamed dumplings brought by Yang Ming, burped, and went over to ask about the situation: "It's so delicious, I don't feel tired at all. How is this selling?" He couldn't bear it. He kept licking the corner of his mouth, as if there was still a piece of oyster left there.

Zhao Xiaoyang said: "The sales were super good. Many people asked us to supply it in the future, but Master said we would not do it in the future."

"Why?" Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Ming puzzled.

Yang Ming didn't say anything, and Zhao Xiaoyang said: "Master said that the oysters are going to be out of the market. The oysters now are not fat enough, so we have to wait until the second half of the year."

Wang Xiaoming licked his mouth, still not satisfied. This appetite was really enough to whet his appetite for several months. Ergou will be back from vacation in two days. I will buy some and cook it myself. It’s always okay if I don’t sell it. I won’t ruin the sign, hehe.

At around 11 o'clock at noon, Haibawang's employees started to have lunch. The lunch was nothing special, except that there was one more wolfberry stewed chicken than usual.

For dinner, there was a loach tofu soup in the staff meal. While eating, Wang Xiaoming heard an older chef laugh a little obscenely: "This is a good thing, eat more, it will be a great supplement."

Lao Jiang answered: "It's better to eat less. My wife is not here, so where will I get angry after eating?"

The employees of Haibawang are provided with board and lodging, and those who cannot go home live in the house rented by Wang Xiaoming for them.

Wang Xiaoming was drinking loach soup when he suddenly realized that they were talking about loach, and he immediately said: "..."

Because this loach soup was made by Yang Ming, it tasted so good that he couldn't help but drink an extra bowl. He glanced at the other people on the table awkwardly. The people who understood were all laughing, and the people who didn’t understand were all immersed in eating. Yang Ming himself was drinking loach soup. Even Wang Bing was drinking the soup with relish. Yang Ming looked at A glance at Wang Xiaoming: "Do you want more?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head violently: "No, I'm full."

Before closing in the evening, the last group of people usually have a late-night snack, mostly sugar water and the like. Before closing tonight, Yang Ming said to everyone: "You go back first, we will Just clean it up.”

When the head chef spoke, everyone dared not to obey and left without even having their midnight snack. Wang Xiaoming went to pack things and check the doors, windows, water and electricity, but Yang Ming was in the kitchen and did not come out. After Wang Xiaoming checked the outside, he entered the kitchen and saw him still busy in front of the stove: "You really made me a midnight snack?"

Yang Ming said: "Of course, it wasn't already agreed upon."

"Then it's not just for me. Since we've made a midnight snack, we should have everyone eat it together." Wang Xiaoming said.

Yang Ming opened the casserole for making soup and stirred it with a spoon. Wang Xiaoming smelled a strange aroma and sniffed: "What are you stewing? It smells weird."

Yang Ming didn't answer him, closed the lid again, turned off the fire and continued to simmer.

Wang Xiaoming walked over: "By the way, Rat called me again tonight and asked you about sending photos. Are you willing?"

Yang Ming glanced at him: "Go back and give it to you."

"They're in a hurry over there, so it's good for you to have such a leisurely time."

Wang Xiaoming shrugged helplessly. There was really nothing he could do about it: "I'd better take a photo of you and send it to the mouse. Turn around and I'll take the photo for you."

Wang Xiaoming walked over and pulled Yang Ming to face him.

Yang Ming looked at the ground expressionlessly, and Wang Xiaoming said, "Look at the camera."

Yang Ming raised his eyes and looked at Wang Xiaoming, still expressionless. Wang Xiaoming knew that he couldn't ask for more, so he had to take a picture of him: "Okay, I will send it to the mice tomorrow."

Yang Ming turned around, took the soup down, opened the lid, scooped out a bowl, and placed it in front of Wang Xiaoming: "Eat it."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the chrysanthemum-shaped things in the bowl: "What is this? Squid?"

Yang Ming said: "Yes."

Wang Xiaoming picked up the spoon, scooped some out, and put it to his mouth: "It doesn't taste like squid, but it smells like beef."

"Stewed with beef broth." Yang Ming said, scooping up a bowl himself and drinking with him.

Wang Xiaoming drank a little and was immediately attracted by the fresh and refreshing taste. It was so delicious. He took a few spoons and found that there were wolfberries in it, and saw another thing: "What is this? Like Cordyceps, right, Yang Ming?"

"right."

Wang Xiaoming sighed: "It's so luxurious, I actually eat Cordyceps."

"Now that we're not short of money, let's take some nourishment." Yang Ming said nonchalantly.

Wang Xiaoming didn't say anything else. This soup was really delicious. The squid couldn't taste the squid. The texture was soft, not as crisp as squid: "This isn't squid, is it?"

"Yes, I took care of it." Yang Ming said without changing his face.

Wang Xiaoming didn't hesitate anymore. It was delicious anyway. He drank two bowls in one go and gave the rest to Yang Ming. Fortunately, Wang Bing had already fallen asleep, otherwise he would have been clamoring for food. It was too late for a child. It’s not good to eat, it’s easy to accumulate food.

After drinking the soup, Wang Xiaoming felt that his body was warm. He wiped his forehead, which was covered with sweat: "It's not a good day to drink hot soup. It's too hot."

Yang Ming said: "Okay, pack your things and go back."

Wang Xiaoming went to hug Wang Bing, but Yang Ming picked him up: "Turn off the lights and lock the door."

Wang Xiaoming closed the door and went to push the tricycle. Yang Ming looked at the rusty car and couldn't help but curled up his lips: "Hurry up and learn to drive. You have to buy a car."

This tricycle can no longer even be used to buy groceries. They have to hire a van to buy groceries, and the tricycle has completely become their means of transportation. They were also laughed at by Zhong Yanhong countless times, saying that since you can’t drive, you should at least switch to an electric car. Wang Xiaoming feels that electric vehicles are no more upscale than tricycles and will be eliminated sooner or later. It is better to use tricycles to deal with them first, not to mention that tricycles have multiple wheels.

Wang Xiaoming drove the car to the maximum speed. Fortunately, there were no cars on the street at this time. Otherwise, it would be really dangerous for him to drive like this. Even Yang Ming, who had always been calm, couldn't help but remind him: "Slow down, pay attention." Safety."

Wang Xiaoming slowed down the car a little, and then picked up the speed again: "It doesn't matter, there is no car, I will pay attention to safety."

He's so hot, drive faster to cool down and go back to take a shower early.