Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1317

Chapter 1317

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

Wang Bing eagerly broke free from Yang Ming, crawled to Wang Xiaoming's side, and hugged his waist: "Auntie, how are you?"

Wang Xiaoming stroked the top of his hair: "Well, it's all right."

Wang Bing rubbed against Wang Xiaoming's body, like a puppy that has left home and found its mother.

Yang Ming stretched out his hand and covered Wang Xiaoming's forehead. Wang Xiaoming subconsciously hid back, but behind him was the back of the sofa, so he had nowhere to hide, so he could only obediently let Yang Ming press his forehead, his wide and warm palm pressed against his forehead. Touching his forehead, Wang Xiaoming felt a tingling sensation on his back for no reason, which went straight to his scalp, making him feel dizzy.

Yang Ming pressed his hand for about five seconds: "Well, the fever has subsided a lot, and I still need to continue taking medicine at night."

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his head to get rid of that weird feeling: "Well, there's no big problem, I'll just sleep and it will be fine. What time is it?"

Yang Ming glanced at the wall clock on the wall: "Twenty past four."

Zhang Yiwei poked his head out from the kitchen: "Brother Yang Ming, it's finished, you can do it."

Yang Ming threw the satchel to Wang Xiaoming: "Put it away for you. I will cook."

Wang Xiaoming realized that he had slept all afternoon. He looked at the door, wondering if the rain outside had stopped, and found that pedestrians were still holding umbrellas. It had been raining for a long time.

Not long after, the two younger brothers brought out Yang Ming's stir-fried dishes and placed them on the table near the kitchen door.Zhang Yiwei said, "Boss, it's time to eat."

Wang Xiaoming took Wang Bing to wash his hands, rinsed his mouth again, and then returned to the table, and saw the preserved vegetables and meat, stuffed tofu, bean eggplant, tomato and egg soup on the table, most of the dishes were not too greasy, but But he has no appetite: "Ah Bing, I'll serve you a meal."

Wang Xiaoming filled the rice for Wang Bing, picked up the dishes, and found that Yang Ming hadn't come out yet: "Where's Yang Ming?"

Zhang Yiwei said, "Brother Yang Ming is still making porridge."

When Wang Xiaoming walked to the door of the kitchen, he only heard a burst of strange fragrance rushing towards him, and he suddenly felt hungry: "What porridge do you make?"

"Vegetable porridge." Yang Ming stirred the casserole with a spoon.

Wang Xiaoming walked over and saw that the rice grains in the casserole were rolling up and down, and they were not cooked particularly thick, but the porridge soup was milky white: "What's the matter with this soup, why is it such a color?"

Yang Ming said, "This is fish soup."

Wang Xiaoming realized that he was cooking the porridge with fish soup: "Where's the fish?"

Yang Ming pointed to the soup bowl next to it, and there was a crucian carp that was stewed crispy inside. Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "It's really luxurious to cook porridge with fish soup."

Yang Ming didn't speak, put the finely chopped pea sprouts, spinach, shiitake mushrooms and shredded carrots into the porridge, added a little seasoning and stirred it gently a few times, then took the casserole down: "Okay, you can eat, Go get a bowl yourself."

Wang Xiaoming looked at him unexpectedly: "You made it for me?"

"Sick rice." Yang Ming washed his hands and went out to eat, leaving Wang Xiaoming looking at the pot of fragrant porridge with a complicated expression. He didn't expect such good treatment when he was sick. Wang Xiaoming couldn't bear it. The corners of his lips curled up.

He scooped a little into his mouth, the taste was beyond people's imagination, the rice was not sticky, it kept the fragrance of rice, the soup didn't smell fishy at all, and the mouth was full of sweetness, Wang Xiaoming didn't know why To describe the satisfaction of this taste buds.He didn't bother to serve it in a bowl, so he went out with the pot directly, and put the casserole on the empty seat next to Yang Ming: "Thank you."

Yang Ming glanced at him and remained silent.

The dishes on the table were clearly fried by Yang Ming, but everyone looked at Wang Xiaoming's casserole, and Wang Bing slobbered: "Uncle, what do you eat?"

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Wang Bing, he just tasted a little bit, so he probably won't infect him: "Abo, give you some." He went to get a spoon and a bowl, scooped up a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Wang Bing, "Drink it slowly, don't burn it."

Wang Bing knelt on the chair, blowing and stirring the porridge in the bowl, not to mention the eagerness.The others were embarrassed to share Wang Xiaoming's illness, and could only watch silently.Zhang Yiwei couldn't help asking: "Boss, is the porridge delicious?"

"Well, not bad." Wang Xiaoming had a happy smile on his face.

Zhang Yiwei said: "Brother Yang Ming, how do you make this porridge, teach me!"

Yang Ming said without raising his eyelids, "Learn how to chop vegetables first."

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help laughing: "Teach me, Master."

"Heal your illness!" Yang Ming continued without raising his eyelids.

Wang Xiaoming grinned, lowered his head and continued to drink the porridge. Anyway, someone is cooking it now, so it's not too bad.

During dinner, Wang Xiaoming felt better and wanted to help in the kitchen, but was kicked out by Yang Ming and asked him to continue recuperating.Wang Xiaoming said: "I'd better help you, what if you get tired too?"

Yang Ming glanced at him: "Can you say something nice?"

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "I was wrong, Master will always be healthy!"

In the end, it still didn't help. He only did the work of ordering and cashier, and he was not even used to serve the food.During the period, I received a lot of calls, all of them were about ordering meals and making appointments for banquets.

At 09:30 in the evening, the last table of guests was sent away, and the restaurant closed.The rain outside had stopped, and the air after the rain was clean and fresh, with a slight salty smell, which was the smell of the ocean that Wang Xiaoming was used to. He took a deep breath of the fresh air. Although his muscles seemed to be a little sore, he felt It's a lot easier today, thanks to Yang Ming, without him, the shop wouldn't be able to survive, and I wouldn't be able to recover so quickly.

"Thanks to you today, Yang Ming, thank you!" Wang Xiaoming expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Yang Ming didn't speak, wrapped the towels on Wang Xiaoming and Wang Bing, started the tricycle, and drove home.

When I got home, Wang Xiaoming remembered about the sheets and mattresses. Due to the weather, the sheets and mattresses were not dry. thing.

"It looks like I'm really going to sleep on the sofa, Yang Ming, help me move the sofa, I'll flatten the sofa." Wang Xiaoming said to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming didn't even look at him: "Just sleep with me."

Wang Xiaoming stared blankly at Yang Ming: "Ah? Oh. Okay!"

While sleeping, Wang Xiaoming hugged his quilt and put it on Yang Ming's bed: "There is no quilt cover, just cover it like this."

Yang Ming was leaning on the bed and writing something with a pen, and raised his head: "My quilt is wide enough, and one bed is enough."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "That won't work, Ah Bing sometimes sleeps dishonestly, and it will affect you."

Yang Ming looked at him: "Then he sleeps with me in the same bed, you catch a cold, don't catch a cold anymore."

(End of this chapter)