DreamersGN Chapter 1395
Chapter 1395
Chapter 1395
He is so famous, and his amnesia is so strange, I am afraid there is something hidden in it...
In Wang Xiaoming's mind, if a typhoon of grade [-] passes through the territory, everything will be blown to pieces, and it will be a mess.He slumped in the chair weakly, his mind was completely empty, and he didn't know what to think at all.
After an unknown amount of time, someone turned on the light in the room with a "click", and Yang Ming's voice sounded: "What are you doing? You don't turn on the light in the room, Ah Bing is looking for you everywhere."
Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses and looked up at Yang Ming. He was leading Wang Bing. When Wang Bing saw Wang Xiaoming, he jumped up happily: "Uncle!"
Wang Xiaoming hugged his nephew and sat him on his lap: "Have you eaten yet?"
Wang Bing sat on Wang Xiaoming's lap with his legs spread apart, and faced him: "I've eaten. Uncle, you didn't eat."
Yang Ming said, "You've been here all this time? Didn't you eat?"
Wang Xiaoming rubbed his belly: "I forgot, I didn't feel hungry." Then he raised his head and glanced at Yang Ming, who was sitting on the edge of the table, looking at him with a foolish look, Wang Xiaoming smiled at him.
Yang Ming said, "Hurry up and eat."
Wang Xiaoming hugged Wang Bing tightly, thinking about returning to the days when he and Wang Bing depended on each other again, he couldn't help feeling a little sad. "I don't want to eat, I won't eat today."
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and stared at him: "You want to lose weight?"
Wang Xiaoming ignored him, bowed his head and played a game of finding the middle finger with Wang Bing.
Yang Ming felt that something was wrong with Wang Xiaoming today, so he moved his butt over, pushed his forehead back with his hand, and made his face face to him: "What's the matter, are you alright? 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 that something was wrong: "Go eat if you have nothing to do, what time is it, it's closing time."
Wang Xiaoming glanced at his watch, it was really late, it was already 09:30, Wang Bing yawned: "Uncle, go eat, don't be hungry."
Wang Xiaoming said, "Okay." Although he didn't have any appetite, his empty stomach was making noises, and he still needed to appease it.
Yang Ming stood up first: "Egg fried rice?"
Wang Xiaoming said, "Whatever you want."
There were very few customers in the store, only a few employees who stayed to work overtime were packing their things.There was no one in the kitchen. Yang Ming first cut some diced ham and carrots, and grabbed a handful of peas. He first fried the pan with diced green onions, then fried the ham, carrots, peas, etc. in hot oil for 2 minutes, then poured them into the pan. For the beaten egg liquid, when the eggs are half-cooked, scoop out a spoonful of already cold rice from the rice cooker, and feel that it is missing, so add another spoonful.Wang Xiaoming said: "Less, you can't eat so much."
Yang Ming didn't put some back, and continued to fry the rice, turned the pot, turned down the heat and fried until the rice became soft, added less than salt and green onion, stir well, put it on a plate, and put it in front of Wang Xiaoming: "Eat it."
Wang Xiaoming looked at the fried rice with eggs on the plate, red, yellow, white, green and orange were matched, and the color of the rice was translucent, which was really beautiful.The taste is also fragrant and attractive. I didn't feel hungry at first, but my appetite was all aroused. He took a pair of chopsticks: "I can't eat so much, you can eat some too."
Before Yang Ming could speak, Wang Bing squeezed over: "Abbot, what do you want to eat? I want it too!"
Wang Xiaoming took a small bowl and set aside a bit for him: "This is yours." Then he went to get another bowl to share the rice with Yang Ming.
Yang Ming said: "Eat first, and then talk when you can't eat any more." As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked slowly, watching the two men, one big and one small, eating in front of him 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 strong taste. He didn't expect egg fried rice to be so delicious.
Wang Bing said: "I will have more next time." The child is like this, and he is already thinking about the next time before he finishes eating this 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 soon pay it back.Thinking of this, his nose was sour. When he didn't eat in the future, who would make egg fried rice for him?
Wang Bing finished eating quickly, and stared longingly at Wang Xiaoming's bowl. Wang Xiaoming felt his burning eyes: "I can't eat it. If I eat too much, my stomach will hurt."
Wang Bing licked his mouth: "I'm not full yet."
Yang Ming extinguished his own cigarette and hugged Wang Bing: "Uncle will make it for you tomorrow."
Wang Bing generously kissed Yang Ming's face, 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: "En."
Yang Ming put Wang Bing down, took Wang Xiaoming's leftover fried rice with eggs, and picked up the leftover rice with his chopsticks. Wang Xiaoming looked at him in surprise, this man actually ate his leftovers.
After Yang Ming finished cooking, he put the plates and chopsticks into the sink: "Pack up your things and go back."
Yang Ming was driving, and Wang Xiaoming was holding Wang Bing and sitting on the back seat of the car. Wang Bing babbled and sang: "Little Swallow, wearing a floral dress, comes here every spring... Uncle, we will dance tomorrow!"
Wang Xiaoming looked down at him: "What dance do you want to dance? Tomorrow is Sunday, no school."
Yang Ming said, "It's going to be June [-]."
"Oh, Children's Day." Wang Xiaoming finally realized, "Does Ah Bing want to dance too?"
"Well, I dance too. The teacher said that I want my parents to watch, but I don't have parents." Wang Bing looked up at Wang Xiaoming innocently.
Wang Xiaoming touched his head: "You have Uncle and Uncle."
"And Uncle Yang Ming!" Wang Bing added.
Yang Ming chuckled in front of him: "It's your conscience."
Back home, Wang Xiaoming lay on the sofa and didn't 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. Later, when he went to kindergarten, his aunt would read a fairy tale to them before taking a nap, so he developed the habit of listening to bedtime stories. He got into the habit of listening to bedtime stories, as long as he didn't fall asleep first, he would definitely ask for a story.
Yang Ming told him a story patiently. After listening to it, Wang Bing still felt that he was not satisfied: "Uncle Yang Ming, tell me another one."
"Let's talk about it tomorrow. Your uncle is not feeling well. Uncle is going to visit him. Can you sleep well?" Yang Ming was thinking about Wang Xiaoming, wishing he could go and see what was going on there earlier, but this little one was annoying .
(End of this chapter)