Chapter 1395

He is so famous, and his amnesia is so strange, I am afraid there is some hidden secret in it...

In Wang Xiaoming's mind, it was as if a Category 12 typhoon was passing through, and everything would be blown to pieces, making it a mess. He slumped feebly in his chair, his mind completely empty and he didn't know what to think.

I don’t know how long it took, someone clicked on the light in the room, and Yang Ming’s voice rang out: “What are you doing? You don’t turn on the light in the room, A Bing is looking for you everywhere.”

Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses and looked up at Yang Ming. He was holding Wang Bing's hand. Wang Bing saw Wang Xiaoming and rushed towards him happily: "Uncle!"

Wang Xiaoming hugged his nephew and sat him on his lap: "Have you eaten?"

Wang Bing spread her legs and sat on Wang Xiaoming's lap, facing him: "You have eaten. Uncle, you haven't eaten."

Yang Ming said: "You have been here all this time? You haven't eaten, right?"

Wang Xiaoming touched his stomach: "I forgot, I don't feel hungry." After saying that, he raised his head and glanced at Yang Ming. He was sitting on the edge of the table, looking at him with a carefree look. Wang Xiaoming smiled at him.

Yang Ming said: "Hurry up and eat."

Wang Xiaoming hugged Wang Bing tightly, thinking about going back to the days when he and Wang Bing were dependent on each other again, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart. "I don't want to eat, so I won't eat today."

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and glared at him: "You want to lose weight?"

Wang Xiaoming ignored him, lowered his head and played the middle finger game with Wang Bing.

Yang Ming felt that something was wrong with Wang Xiaoming today, so he moved his butt over and pushed his forehead back with his hand so that his face faced her: "What's wrong? Are you okay? No fever."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at him and asked him, "What's wrong with me?"

Of course Yang Ming didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just felt something was wrong with him: "If you have nothing to do, I'll go eat. What time is it? It's about to close."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at his watch. It was really late. It was already half past nine. Wang Bing yawned: "Uncle, go eat, don't be hungry."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Okay." Although he had no appetite, his empty stomach was making a fuss, so he still had to appease it.

Yang Ming stood up first: "Egg fried rice?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "Whatever."

There were very few customers in the store, and only a few employees who stayed to work overtime were packing up. There was no one in the kitchen. Yang Ming first cut some ham and carrots into dices, then grabbed a handful of peas. First, he fried the ham, carrots, peas, etc. in hot oil for two minutes, and then poured them into the pan. Beat the egg liquid, and when the eggs are eight ripe, scoop out a spoonful of the cold rice from the rice pot. If you feel it is missing, add another spoonful. Wang Xiaoming said: "Less, you can't eat that much."

Yang Ming did not pour back some, and continued to fry the rice, tossing the pot, turning down the heat and frying until the rice became soft, adding less salt and chopped green onion, stir-fry evenly, put it on a plate, and put it in front of Wang Xiaoming: "Eat it."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the egg fried rice on the plate. It was red, yellow, white, green and orange, and the rice was translucent in color, which was really beautiful. The taste was fragrant and attractive. He didn't feel hungry at first, but his appetite was aroused. He took a pair of chopsticks and said, "I can't eat so much, so you should eat some."

Before Yang Ming could say anything, Wang Bing squeezed over and said, "Uncle, what do you want to eat? I want it too!"

Wang Xiaoming took a small bowl and gave him a small portion: "This is yours." He then went to get another bowl to share with Yang Ming.

Yang Ming said: "Eat first, don't worry if you can't eat anymore." He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked slowly. He looked at the two men in front of him, one large and one small, eating with tenderness in his eyes. .

Wang Bing took a bite and screamed: "Uncle, it's delicious! What is this?"

"Egg fried rice." Wang Xiaoming took a bite, and his mouth was filled with a fragrant taste. He didn't expect that egg fried rice could be so delicious.

Wang Bing said: "I'll have more next time." That's what children are like. They haven't even finished eating this time, but they are already thinking about next time.

Yang Ming asked: "Is it delicious?"

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head: "Yes."

Yang Ming's help was a timely help, but he clearly realized that this luck was only temporary and he would pay it back soon. Thinking of this, his nose felt sour. Who else would make egg fried rice for him when he didn't eat in the future?

Wang Bing finished the meal quickly and looked longingly into Wang Xiaoming's bowl. Wang Xiaoming felt his burning eyes: "You can't eat it. If you eat too much, your stomach will hurt."

Wang Bing licked his mouth: "I'm not full yet."

Yang Ming put out his cigarette and picked up Wang Bing: "Uncle will make it for you tomorrow."

Wang Bing kissed Yang Ming on the face very generously, leaving a greasy lip mark: "Thank you, uncle."

Yang Ming took his own towel and wiped his face, then carefully wiped Wang Bing's mouth clean.

Wang Xiaoming watched his movements and forgot to eat. Yang Ming put down the towel: "Are you full?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Yes."

Yang Ming put Wang Bing down, took Wang Xiaoming's leftover egg fried rice, and used his chopsticks to finish the rest of the rice. Wang Xiaoming looked at him in surprise, this man actually ate his leftover rice.

Yang Ming finished cooking and put the plate and chopsticks into the sink: "Pack up your things and go back."

Yang Ming was driving, and Wang Xiaoming was holding Wang Bing in the back seat of the car. Wang Bing was babbling and singing: "Little swallows, wearing floral clothes, come here every spring... Uncle, we are going to dance tomorrow!"

Wang Xiaoming looked down at him: "What are you dancing for? Tomorrow is Sunday, no school."

Yang Ming said: "It's probably June 1st."

"Oh, it's Children's Day." Wang Xiaoming finally reacted, "Does Ah Bing want to dance too?"

"Yes, I dance too. The teacher said that I need my parents to watch, but I don't have any parents." Wang Bing looked up at Wang Xiaoming innocently.

Wang Xiaoming touched his head: "You have an uncle and an uncle."

"And Uncle Yang Ming!" Wang Bing added.

Yang Ming chuckled from the front: "You have to be conscientious."

When he got home, Wang Xiaoming lay on the sofa and did not help Wang Bing take a bath. Yang Ming took the initiative to take the little man to take a bath, cleaned him up and put him on the bed. Wang Bing also pulled him: "Uncle Yang Ming, tell me a story." Wang Bing didn't have the habit of listening to bedtime stories before. Later, when he went to kindergarten, his aunt would read a fairy tale to them before taking a nap, so he developed the habit. He has developed the habit of listening to bedtime stories, and will definitely ask to hear them as long as he doesn't fall asleep first.

Yang Ming patiently told him a story. After listening to it, Wang Bing still felt that he still had more to say: "Uncle Yang Ming, tell me another story."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Your uncle isn't feeling well and he wants to see him. Can you sleep well?" Yang Ming was thinking about Wang Xiaoming and wished he could go there early to see what was going on there. But this little kid was so annoying. .