The other party heard that there was no oyster pan and was about to leave when the guest at the table next to him said, "Brother, this house's fried kway teow is better than others' oyster pan. Would you like to try it?"

The guest who was about to leave stopped: "I don't know what the fried kway teow tastes like."

"That's fine." The seated guest smiled.

The guest who was about to leave suddenly stopped again: "Boss, then give us two servings of Char Kway Teow."

Wang Xiaoming put down his chopsticks: "Okay, come right away."

Yang Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Xiaoming: "I'm coming." He also heard the conversation of the guest just now, the signboard had just started, but he couldn't smash it himself.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him, then nodded: "That's hard work."

Yang Ming had already finished cooking, he hurriedly took another sip of soup, got up and went to the stove, and started to fry the kuey teow again. Wang Xiaoming looked at him, and felt a little strange to others. At that time, he remembered to buy the wound medicine, and he didn't ask him if he was feeling well. He hurriedly finished his meal, and then ran over to ask Yang Ming, "Do you have any on your body? Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Yang Ming turned to look at him: "Huh?"

Wang Xiaoming said, "I said, do you feel any pain in your body, or a headache?"

Yang Ming stretched out his finger and pointed to his forehead: "No, it's just that the wound hurts a bit."

Wang Xiaoming said, "Okay, if you feel any discomfort, tell me, and I'll buy you medicine." As a boss, you can't just squeeze your employees. They don't even ask for wages.

This evening, Yang Ming was basically busy with his work. His fried kuey teow was full of praise. Many people said to Wang Xiaoming, "Your fried kuey teow is good, will it be available tomorrow?"

Wang Xiaoming answered with a smile while collecting the money: "Yes, yes, I am there every day."

Busy until after nine o'clock, all the kuey teow were sold out. Wang Xiaoming could finally pack up the stall and go home. Wang Bing had already fallen asleep on the front seat of the tricycle. This child didn't take a nap during the day, but went to bed early at night, always he He fell asleep before he was done. Although Wang Xiaoming is ashamed, it is not bad that people like them can survive, and can they pay attention to the quality of life. He carefully hugged Wang Bing: "A Bing, wake up and go home with Abo."

Yang Ming came over, took Wang Bing from Wang Xiaoming's hand, and held it in his arms. Wang Bing slept deeply and never woke up. Wang Xiaoming looked at them and said, "Sit down, I'm driving."

Yang Ming hummed.

Wang Xiaoming was driving the car, the evening wind was blowing on his face, it was very comfortable, he felt warm in his heart, there was something called joy gushing out, and it would soon fill him up. I don't know if it was because he was happy to have someone to accompany him. I'm still happy that I made a lot of money today. Today's earnings can catch up with what he usually does for two days. This is still a situation of insufficient raw materials. If there are enough, it will at least double. In this way, it is not difficult at all to collect a thousand dollars in three days.

Yang Ming, who was sitting beside him, suddenly said, "Charcoal-fired oysters."

Wang Xiaoming, who was concentrating on driving, was stunned for a moment: "Ah? Yes, there are many people here who make charcoal-fired oysters."

Yang Ming said, "How about you?"

Wang Xiaoming understood a little what he meant: "You said that I would also make charcoal-fired oysters?"

"Um."

Wang Xiaoming said: "I have to do barbecues very late. Ah Bing is too young, so he can't stay up late. Besides, the charcoal-grilled oysters I make don't taste as good as other people's, so the business is not so good."

Yang Ming said, "Let's try it first."

Wang Xiaoming didn't hesitate any more: "Okay." Yang Ming's craftsmanship is good, and it is estimated that the charcoal-fired oysters will not be bad.

When he got home, Wang Xiaoming first called Lao Huang and asked him to prepare more oysters for himself, and then took Wang Bing to take a bath. When the nephew was settled, Yang Ming had already moved the things in the car, Wang Xiaoming said: "Your clothes are not washed, I will find you another one, you will wash all your clothes in a while, and it will not be until tomorrow. There is a wash."

Yang Ming nodded: "Okay."

When Wang Xiaoming was picking up his clothes, he remembered that the other party didn't even have a change of underwear, and he didn't have any new ones, so he gave him a pair of underpants that he had only worn a few times. Waisted and soaked clothes by the faucet, Wang Xiaoming said, "The clothes are here, you go take a bath."

Yang Ming straightened his waist, his muscles were full and strong, even his abdominal muscles, and the mermaid line disappeared obliquely under his trousers. He was really a fit body that made the opposite **** blush and scream, and the same **** envied and hated. Wang Xiaoming glanced at him and saw no injuries on his body, so he said, "When washing your face, be careful not to get water on the wound, and I'll re-apply the plaster to you later."

Yang Ming nodded and went into the bathroom with his clothes. The bathhouse and toilet of Wang Xiaoming's house are built outside the house. Fortunately, it is not cold in winter here, and taking a bath is not a difficult thing. Wang Xiaoming himself quickly took off his clothes, wearing only a pair of pants, and began to soak and wash his clothes.

He was squatting under the faucet to wash his clothes, when he heard a female voice calling from behind, "Xiao Ming!"

Wang Xiaoming was startled, and turned his head to look at the other party with a little embarrassment: "It's you, Efen. When did you come back?" Luo Yufen came here. She and Wang Xiaoming were childhood sweethearts, but at this moment they were already married to others.

Luo Yufen saw that Wang Xiaoming was wearing very cool clothes, so she stood there embarrassed and came over, saying, "The weather is so cold, why are you wearing so little clothes, be careful of catching a cold."

Wang Xiaoming didn't turn around, he still maintained a squatting position: "I'll take a shower in a while. Why are you back when you have time?"

Luo Yufen said, "I just want to come back to see you... and everyone."

Wang Xiaoming got up quickly, went to get a wide t-shirt and beach shorts and put them on his body. To be honest, he really didn't want to put on clothes. He hadn't showered yet. It was all stained with sweat and oil. Wear underwear. "Come and sit, I have to do the laundry."

Wang Xiaoming knows that he doesn't pay attention to his image at all at this moment. His face is covered in oil and sweat, and he is wearing an old shirt. It's completely unnecessary now.

Wang Xiaoming, who was wearing clothes, continued to wash and wash his clothes. Luo Yufen looked at Wang Xiaoming, who was hunched over to work, without blinking. He felt that he was still the same, that he had not changed at all, that he was still so gentle and handsome, still so caring, and silently took care of everything. He took up all the hardships and hardships and took care of his younger brother and nephew without complaint. Such a man, which woman would marry him, would be the happiest person, I don't know who has that blessing. Luo Yufen felt that her nose was a little sore, she reached out and rubbed it: "Where's Wang Bing?"

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