Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1316

Chapter 1316

Without Wang Xiaoming's help, and the two newcomers couldn't help much, Yang Ming was in a mess in the kitchen, chopping and frying vegetables.Zhang Yiwei and Zhao Xiaoyang watched Yang Ming dance with the knife like acrobatics, and couldn't help admiring him. It turns out that a real chef is like this!They had nothing to say but prostration.

Zhang Yiwei came out with the food, and took the time to talk to Wang Xiaoming at the front desk: "Boss, have you seen brother Yang Ming doing acrobatics? It's just too exciting!"

Wang Xiaoming sniffed: "No, what's the matter?"

Zhang Yiwei chuckled: "From then on, Brother Yang Ming has become the second person I admire."

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

"Of course it's our brother Hong." Zhang Yiwei said as a matter of course.

Wang Xiaoming said: "Ah Yang is chopping the vegetables when you come to deliver the vegetables?"

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

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

Zhang Yiwei chuckled: "Brother Yang Ming is a sword god, he is busy enough, really."

Hearing what he said, Wang Xiaoming became even more curious, 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 from inside. He probed in and looked in. Yang Ming pursed his lips with a focused expression. The knife was so fast that there was only an afterimage left. He cut for a while. dishes, hurriedly went to watch the fire again, and for a while only saw the shadow of swords and shovels. Although he was busy, there was no chaos at all. It is estimated that even if there were Mount Tai, his face would not change.

Yang Ming took out the vegetables in the pot: "Ah Wei, serve." Turning his head and saw Wang Xiaoming, his face became softer, "Are you feeling better?"

Just as Wang Xiaoming was about to open his mouth to speak, he sneezed, quickly covered his mouth, waved his other hand, turned and went out.Yang Ming's voice sounded from behind: "Go buy medicine!" His tone was irresistibly severe.

Wang Xiaoming scratched his head: "Oh." He hadn't been disciplined so severely in a long, long time, and it was very helpful to hear these words.

Wang Xiaoming went out of the kitchen. After thinking about it, he went to buy some medicine. When he went out, he found that it was raining outside.Blown by the cold wind, Wang Xiaoming sneezed again, his temples throbbed with pain, as if two fingers were pinching the nerves there.

He took a look and saw that there was a pharmacy diagonally across the street. It was raining and he couldn't get through. There didn't seem to be any pharmacies on his side, so let's forget it and wait for the rain to stop before going. Then he turned around and went into the restaurant.Wang Xiaoming returned to sit behind the cash register and went out for a while. He seemed to feel a little cold, and the air conditioner in the room was not enough. He tightened his clothes tightly, but still felt that the wind was everywhere, so he leaned against the back of the sofa. to keep the back from being so cold.

An aunt came over with a bill and money: "It's the bill, Xiao Ming."

Wang Xiaoming took the form, opened his eyes wide and looked carefully at the numbers on it. Auntie looked at his face: "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" Turned back, "You child, you are burnt like this, hurry up and get an injection!"

Wang Xiaoming reached out and touched his forehead: "Do you have a fever? It's okay." His palms were also hot, so it's strange to feel something strange.

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

Wang Xiaoming called him to stop: "Mum, don't tell him, I'll go buy the medicine myself." Yang Ming was too busy to do it by himself, so how could he add to the chaos.

After Wang Xiaoming settled the bill, he hurried out to buy medicine. He first went to a small shop next door to buy an umbrella, and opened it to buy two boxes of medicine across the road.After taking the medicine, the strength of the medicine came up after a while, and he became groggy, leaning on the sofa at the front desk to take a nap.

Wang Bing has been paying close attention to Wang Xiaoming's movements, but Wang Xiaoming is afraid of giving him a cold, so he refuses to let him approach.At this moment, seeing that Wang Xiaoming was asleep, he walked over, took the small blanket that he usually covered on the sofa and covered Wang Xiaoming, leaned against Wang Xiaoming's side helplessly, and stretched out his hand to hold Wang Xiaoming's hand tightly.He has never seen Abo get sick, little people like to think wildly, whether Abo will die of illness, thinking of this, Wang Bing began to cry, silent tears are the saddest, he cried while lifting He rolled up his sleeves to wipe the tears on 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 hurried in and hugged Wang Bing. She wanted to put him on the other side of the sofa, but found that he was holding him tightly. Holding Wang Xiaoming's hand, he couldn't help sighing, and put the person back carefully, ready to go to the kitchen to find Yang Ming to collect the money.

At this time, the number of customers has decreased a lot. Yang Ming was temporarily free, and went out to check on Wang Xiaoming's situation. When he saw his aunt coming out from behind the counter, he stretched his neck and looked in. There were two people, one big and one small, sleeping side by side. .The aunt said: "Yang Ming, you take the money, 160."

Yang Ming went behind the counter, raised Wang Xiaoming's head, took out the satchel that was under it, and gave his aunt some change.He turned his head to look at Wang Xiaoming, who was blushing, and Wang Bing, who had tears on his face, and reached out to touch Wang Xiaoming's forehead, which was scorching hot.He looked at the table. There was a box of Analgin, an oral antipyretic medicine. Two pills had already been dismantled. It seemed that he had taken the medicine. He had to have a look before he could speak. If the fever did not subside, he would be sent to the hospital for an injection.

He pulled out the blanket from Wang Xiaoming's body, covered them with one big and one small, and took his own coat to cover them.Sitting down at the side, looking at Wang Xiaoming's face, he was too tired and his resistance was weak, so when he had a slight cold, the virus opened a gap for the virus to spread wantonly on him.

Wang Xiaoming was lying on the sofa, and Yang Ming sat outside to shield him from the wind. Every once in a while, he would reach out and touch his forehead. He was relieved to see the temperature subside a little bit.

After sleeping until four o'clock, Wang Xiaoming finally woke up. He felt that his dizziness and nasal congestion had improved, and the breath from his nose was no longer as hot as a fire.Yang Ming was holding Wang Bing and sitting at his feet. The two were playing a silent game. When Wang Bing wanted to laugh, he would cover his mouth with his hand and try not to make a sound.

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

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."

(End of this chapter)