Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1381

Chapter 1381

"Okay." Wang Xiaoming entered the kitchen, stood at the door, and looked at the spacious and bright kitchen. Some of the people were working, and some were chatting. Seeing him coming in, the chatters hurried to work.Wang Xiaoming looked at the dozen or so people wearing white chef uniforms inside. They were tall, short, fat and thin, but none of them had the tall and thin figure of Yang Ming. He should be busy here at this time, but he didn't know where he went today.

By the way, did he take the money to send money?It seems that he really remembered it by himself, so why didn't he say it all the time, was it because he was afraid that he would worry?

No, no, I must have thought too much. Since then, he hasn't mentioned that matter again. Now he and Li Xintian are getting closer, maybe they stayed for Li Xintian.But no matter what, if Yang Ming has his own relatives and friends, he should go back to his original home.

Wang Xiaoming leaned in front of the kitchen counter, with his head down, feeling very depressed, he desperately wanted to see Yang Ming now, he could see how much time he had left, how could he waste it?Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming took out his mobile phone and called Yang Ming: "Where are you? When will you be back?"

Yang Ming's voice was relatively cold: "What's the matter, what happened?"

"It's okay, come back early after finishing your work." Wang Xiaoming said and hung up the phone.

Yang Ming stared blankly at the phone in his hand, feeling a little uneasy. Wang Xiaoming has always been a relatively straightforward person, and he is not as hesitant to speak as he is today, so there must be something wrong.

Wang Xiaoming stayed in the store until the evening in a daze. Yang Ming was not there, and his depressed emotions had nowhere to go and vent, so he kept brewing in his heart.

After all, without Yang Ming, how could he be where Wang Xiaoming is today?

Yang Ming finally appeared in the shop. Wang Xiaoming turned to look at him. He was wearing a plaid shirt and light-colored jeans. He was clean and fresh, not like a chef, but like a college student who just left school.Seeing him, Yang Ming smiled at him. Wang Xiaoming was cooking beef curry. Seeing his smile, tears almost rolled down his face. He attributed it to the effect of the curry. In fact, this curry is not particularly spicy.Only he himself knows best,

Yang Ming put on his own clothes and hat, washed his hands, and walked to Wang Xiaoming's side: "Is there anything else to do, let me do it."

Wang Xiaoming smiled very reluctantly, trying to force back the tears in his eyes, sucked his nose, pouted his mouth towards the menu, and did not speak.I secretly warned myself: a man is a man, shed blood but not tears, don't embarrass me!

Yang Ming took the menu and started cooking.Yang Ming was standing beside him, and there was the sound of clinking spatulas, and Wang Xiaoming's heart suddenly calmed down, as if they had always been like this, and they would be like this in the future.But when he returned to reality, Wang Xiaoming couldn't calm down again. He didn't dare to look at Yang Ming, fearing that his emotions would lose control, so he could only lower his head and focus on the menu and the pot.

Yang Ming didn't say a word about what he was going to do today, and Wang Xiaoming didn't ask. The two of them kept silent until the end of the evening rush hour.Zhang Yiwei ran to Yang Ming to ask questions. Yang Ming leaned against the kitchen counter, frowning slightly and listening to him carefully, saying a few words from time to time.

Wang Xiaoming stood by the stove, staring at them fixedly, and there was an emotion that he couldn't perceive rushing out from all the well-known and unknown corners of his body, and slowly, all of them gathered in his chest, so many Almost burst his chest.It was only then that Wang Xiaoming discovered that before he was aware of it, his feelings had grown so vigorously and luxuriantly, the deep attachment, the deep reluctance, so much that he was about to run out.

However, all these things have just seen the light of day, but they have to be sealed up again and put into the deep well that never sees the light of day.Wang Xiaoming decided that he would not speak out if he was beaten to death in this life.

Yang Ming noticed Wang Xiaoming's gaze, turned his head, met his eyes, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly lowered his eyes, and hurried out, like a little animal in a panic.

Everyone was very eager to learn tonight, one after another came to ask questions from Yang Ming, and Yang Ming answered them patiently one by one. By the time everyone dispersed, it was already closing time.

Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming counted the accounts for the day, and Yang Ming said, "Let's go back."

Wang Xiaoming said, "Yang Ming, I have something to tell you."

Yang Ming stopped: "It just so happens that I have something to say. If you're not in a hurry, let's go back and talk."

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Okay, let's go back and talk."

Both of them had their own thoughts, but neither of them opened their mouths.Back home, Yang Ming offered to help Wang Bing take a bath, but Wang Xiaoming didn't insist. He was exhausted physically and mentally today, his brain temporarily shut down, and he didn't want to work anymore, so he just sat on the sofa like a puppet without turning on the TV. His eyes stared blankly at the black screen.

When Yang Ming took Wang Bing into the bath, he was in this state. After washing, he carried him out. Seeing that he was still in the state of an old monk, Yang Ming didn't say anything, and put Wang Bing back on the bed. Looking back, Wang Xiaoming was still the same. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him.Wang Xiaoming finally came back to his senses: "Oh, okay? I'm going to take a bath."

Yang Ming pulled him: "Wait, don't you have something to tell me?"

Wang Xiaoming raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ming: "You seem to have something to tell me. You go ahead."

Wang Xiaoming was afraid that he would lose control of his emotions, so he listened to him before speaking.

Yang Ming nodded, and sat down on the sofa: "I remembered some lost memories, and today I took the money to find a private detective to investigate for me."

Duang!

It was as if Wang Xiaoming's head had been hit with a hammer, and his whole body was bad.

If there is no Yang Ming, how will Haibawang continue to operate, and what will he do without Yang Ming?

No, I can't be so selfish!

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xiaoming stopped dwelling on this topic, and said, "Yang Ming, I also want to tell you some news. It may be good news, but it may be nothing but joy."

Yang Ming stared into his eyes, but Wang Xiaoming kept his eyes down and didn't look at him. He crossed his hands, put them on his knees, and said slowly: "The mouse has brought you news. People, said that it is very similar to your situation, I looked at the photo, the photo is a little blurry, I can't be sure if it is you. What the mouse means is, let you take a photo and go to the other party to confirm."

Yang Ming's eyes suddenly became serious, and he said, "Where's the photo?"

Wang Xiaoming took out his mobile phone and found the picture that Liu Ahao had sent him. Yang Ming glanced at it, frowned, and then said, "This is indeed me."

Hearing this answer, Wang Xiaoming's mood can be described as mixed, very complicated. On the one hand, he hoped that Yang Ming could recall his past, and on the other hand, he didn't want Yang Ming to leave.

(End of this chapter)