He is so famous, and his memory loss is so strange, I'm afraid there is something hidden in it...

In Wang Xiaoming's heart, if a typhoon of level 12 passed through, everything was blown to pieces, and it was a mess. He slumped weakly in the chair, his mind completely empty, and he didn't know what to think.

I don't know how long it took, someone turned on the light in the room with a "click", and Yang Ming's voice sounded: "What are you doing? If you don't turn on the light in the room, Ah Bing is looking for you everywhere."

Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses, looked up at Yang Ming, he was holding Wang Bing, Wang Bing saw Wang Xiaoming and jumped up happily: "Abo!"

Wang Xiaoming hugged his nephew and sat on his lap: "Have you eaten yet?"

Wang Bing sat on Wang Xiaoming's lap with her legs spread apart, facing him face to face: "Have eaten. Abo, you didn't eat."

Yang Ming said, "You've been here all the time? Didn't you eat?"

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his stomach: "I forgot, I don't feel hungry." Then he looked up at Yang Ming, who was sitting on the edge of the table, looking at him with a condescending look, Wang Xiaoming smiled at him.

Yang Ming said, "Hurry up and eat."

Wang Xiaoming hugged Wang Bing tightly, thinking that he would return to the days when he and Wang Bing depended on each other again, and couldn't help feeling a little sad. "I don't want to eat, I won't eat today."

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and glared at him: "You want to lose weight?"

Wang Xiaoming ignored him, lowered his head and played the game of finding the **** with Wang Bing.

Yang Ming felt that something was wrong with Wang Xiaoming today, so he moved his **** over a bit, pushed his forehead back with his hand, and made his face face him: "What's the matter, are you alright? Don't burn."

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 with him: "If you have nothing to do, go to dinner. What time is it, it's closing time."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at his watch, it was really late, it was half past nine, Wang Bing yawned: "Abo, go to dinner, don't go hungry."

Wang Xiaoming said, "Okay." Although he has no appetite, his empty stomach is making a fuss, so he still needs to appease it.

Yang Ming stood up first: "Egg fried rice?"

Wang Xiaoming said, "Whatever."

There were very few customers in the store, and only a few employees who stayed to work overtime were packing things. There was no one in the kitchen. Yang Ming first cut some diced ham and carrots, and then grabbed a handful of peas. First, he blasted the pan with diced green onions, then fry the ham, carrots, and peas in a hot oil pan for two minutes, then poured in. For the beaten egg liquid, when the egg 8 is mature, scoop out a spoonful of cold rice from the rice pot. I feel that there is less, so I add another spoonful. Wang Xiaoming said: "Less, I can't eat that much."

Yang Ming didn't go back a bit, he continued to fry the rice, flipped the pot, turned off the heat, and fry until the rice became soft, add less salt and chopped green onion, stir well, put it on a plate, and put it in front of Wang Xiaoming: "Eat it."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the egg fried rice on the plate. The red, yellow, white, green and orange were mixed together. 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 stirred up. He took a pair of chopsticks: "I can't eat so much, you can eat it too."

Before Yang Ming could speak, Wang Bing squeezed over: "Abo, what do you want to eat? I want it too!"

Wang Xiaoming took a small bowl and gave him a little: "This is yours." He had to get another bowl to share with Yang Ming.

Yang Ming said: "You eat first, if you can't eat it, you can't eat it." He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked it slowly. He watched 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, "Abo, it's delicious! What is this?"

"Egg fried rice." Wang Xiaoming took a bite, and his mouth was filled with a fragrant taste. He didn't expect egg fried rice to be so delicious.

Wang Bing said, "I'll have it next time." That's how the child is, he's already thinking about the next time before he's finished eating this time.

Yang Ming asked, "Is it delicious?"

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head: "Yes."

Yang Ming's help was helping him in the snow, but he clearly realized that this kind of luck was only temporary, and he was going to pay it back soon. Thinking of this, his nose was sour. When he didn't eat in the future, who else would make egg fried rice for him?

Wang Bing quickly finished cooking, and looked at Wang Xiaoming's bowl eagerly. Wang Xiaoming felt his burning eyes: "I can't eat it. If you eat too much, your stomach will hurt."

Wang Bing licked her 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 grease lip print: "Thank you, uncle."

Yang Ming took his towel and wiped his face, then carefully wiped Wang Bing's mouth clean.

Wang Xiaoming watched his actions and forgot to eat. Yang Ming put down the towel: "Are you full?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Yes."

Yang Ming put Wang Bing down, brought Wang Xiaoming's leftover egg fried rice, and took his chopsticks to finish off the rest of the rice. Wang Xiaoming looked at him in surprise, this man actually ate his leftovers.

After Yang Ming finished cooking, he put the plate and chopsticks into the sink: "Pack up and go back."

Yang Ming drove, Wang Xiaoming sat in the back seat of the car with Wang Bing in his arms, Wang Bing babbled and sang: "Little Swallow, wear flowery clothes, come here every spring...Abo, we are going to dance tomorrow!"

Wang Xiaoming looked down at him: "What dance? Tomorrow Sunday, I won't go to school."

Yang Ming said, "It's going to be June 1~lightnovelpub.net~ Oh, it's Children's Day." Wang Xiaoming finally reacted, "Will Ah Bing also dance?"

"Well, I dance too. The teacher said that my parents should go to see me, but I don't have them." Wang Bing looked up at Wang Xiaoming innocently.

Wang Xiaoming touched his head: "You have Abo and Ashu."

"And Uncle Yang Ming!" Wang Bing added.

Yang Ming chuckled lightly in front of him: "Talk about your conscience as a kid."

When he got home, Wang Xiaoming was lying on the sofa and didn't help Wang Bing take a bath. Yang Ming took the initiative to lead the little man to take a bath, cleaned him up, and sent him to the bed. Wang Bing also pulled him: "Uncle Yang Ming, tell a story." Wang Bing didn't have the habit of listening to bedtime stories. Later, when he went to kindergarten, before taking a nap, his aunt would read a fairy tale to them, so he cultivated Since he was in 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 patiently told him a story, and after Wang Bing heard it, he still felt unfulfilled: "Uncle Yang Ming, tell me another story."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. Your uncle is not feeling well. Uncle is going to see him. Can you sleep well?" Yang Ming was thinking about Wang Xiaoming. .

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