Without Wang Xiaoming's help, the two new younger brothers couldn't help too much, Yang Ming was simply three heads and six arms in the kitchen, cutting vegetables and stir-frying. Zhang Yiwei and Zhao Xiaoyang watched Yang Ming dance the knife and shovel as if they were playing acrobatics, and couldn't help but admire him so much, it turned out that the real chef was like this!

Zhang Yiwei delivered the food and took the time to talk to Wang Xiaoming at the front desk: "Boss, have you ever seen Brother Yang Ming do acrobatics? It's so exciting!"

Wang Xiaoming sniffed: "No, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yiwei smiled: "From now on, Brother Yang Ming has become my second admirer." ”

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: "You came to deliver vegetables, Ayang is cutting vegetables?"

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

Wang Xiaoming's eyebrows jumped: "Why is he so busy?"

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

When Wang Xiaoming heard him say this, he 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" sound from inside, he looked inside, Yang Ming pursed his lips, his expression was focused, the knife was so fast that there was only an afterimage, he cut the vegetables for a while, and quickly went to see the fire again, for a while only saw a knife light shovel shadow, although busy, but not chaotic at all, it is estimated that even if there is Mount Tai pressing the top, the face will not change.

Yang Ming brought out the dishes in the pot: "Ah Wei, serve." Turning his head, he saw Wang Xiaoming, and his face softened, "Are you better?"

Wang Xiaoming just wanted to open his mouth to speak, then sneezed, quickly covered his mouth, waved his other hand, turned around and went out. Yang Ming's voice sounded in the back: "Go buy medicine!" The tone was irresistibly stern.

Wang Xiaoming scratched his head: "Oh." "It's been a long, long time since he's been disciplined so harshly, and it's still very useful to hear that.

Wang Xiaoming got out of the kitchen, thought about it, or went to buy medicine, went out, and found that it was actually raining outside, the rain was not small, and the pedestrians on the street were driven under the eaves by the raindrops. Wang Xiaoming was blown by the cold wind, and sneezed again, and his temples suddenly jumped with pain, as if two fingers were tugging at the nerves there.

He took a look, there was a pharmacy diagonally across the street, it was raining, he couldn't get over, there didn't seem to be any pharmacy on his side, so forget it, wait for the rain to stop and go again, he turned around and entered the restaurant again. Wang Xiaoming returned to the back of the cash register and sat down, went out, as if he felt a little cold, and it was not okay to have air conditioning in the room, he tightened the clothes on his body, and still felt that there was wind everywhere, so he leaned against the sofa to make his back not so cold.

An aunt came over with a list and money: "Pay the bill, Xiao Ming." ”

Wang Xiaoming took the list, opened his eyes and looked at the numbers on it carefully, and the aunt looked at his face: "Why is your face so red, is it a fever?" The aunt said and stretched out her hand to probe his forehead, which was so hot that she quickly withdrew her hand, "You kid, it's all burned like this, hurry up and get an injection!"

Wang Xiaoming reached out and touched his forehead: "Do you have a fever?" "His palms are also hot, so it's strange that he can feel them.

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

Wang Xiaoming stopped him: "Eminem, don't tell him, I'll buy medicine myself." "Yang Ming couldn't be busy alone, how could he still add to the chaos.

After Wang Xiaoming settled the account, he hurriedly went out to buy medicine, he first went to a small shop next door to buy an umbrella, opened it and went across the road to buy two boxes of medicine. After taking the medicine, after a short time the medicine came up, he became groggy and leaned on the sofa at the front desk and took a nap.

Wang Bing has been paying close attention to Wang Xiaoming's movements, but Wang Xiaoming is afraid of giving him a cold and refuses to let him approach. At this moment, he saw that Wang Xiaoming was asleep, so he walked over, took the small blanket he usually covered on the sofa and covered Wang Xiaoming, leaned on Wang Xiaoming's side helplessly, and reached out to grab Wang Xiaoming's hand. He has never seen Abel sick, little people like to think cranky, will Abel be sick to death, thinking of this, Wang Bing began to shed tears, silent tears are the saddest, he cried, while raising 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 that the boss was sleeping on the sofa, Wang Bing curled up in his arms, hanging on the edge of the sofa, crumbling, and hurriedly went in to pick up Wang Bing, and wanted to put it on the other end of the sofa, but found that he was holding Wang Xiaoming's hand tightly, and 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, there were a lot fewer guests, Yang Ming was temporarily free, came out to see Wang Xiaoming's situation, and saw that his aunt was coming out from behind the counter, so he stretched his neck to look in, and two people, one big and one small, were sleeping crookedly together. The aunt said, "Yang Ming, you collect money, one hundred and sixty-eight." ”

Yang Ming entered the back of the counter, lifted Wang Xiaoming's head, took out the satchel pressed underneath, and found change for his aunt. Turning his head to look at Wang Xiaoming, who was blushing, and Wang Bing, who had tears on his face, he reached out and touched Wang Xiaoming's forehead, which was hot and scorching. He looked at the table, there was a box of analgin, which was an oral antipyretic, and he had already opened two pills, it seemed that he had taken medicine, so he would take a look at it first, and if the fever did not subside, he would be sent to the hospital for injection.

He took out the blanket on Wang Xiaoming's body, covered it on two people, one big and one small, and took his coat to cover them. sat down on the side and looked at Wang Xiaoming's face, he was too tired and his resistance was very weak, so as soon as he had a little cold, he opened a gap for the virus and spread wantonly on him.

Wang Xiaoming was lying on the sofa, Yang Ming was sitting outside to block the wind, and every once in a while, he reached out and touched his forehead, watching the temperature recede little by little, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After sleeping until more than four o'clock, Wang Xiaoming finally woke up, he felt that his dizziness and nasal congestion had improved somewhat, and the breath coming out of his nose was not as hot as a fire. Yang Ming was holding Wang Bing and sitting at his feet, the two were playing a silent game, Wang Bing reached out to cover his mouth when he wanted to laugh, trying not to make a sound.

Wang Xiaoming looked at this scene, he didn't know why he felt very warm, he moved, Yang Ming and Wang Bing both found that he was awake at the same time: "Wake up?" (Abel woke up!)"

Wang Xiaoming sat up, twisted his neck, and stretched: "It's uncomfortable to death." ”

Wang Bing eagerly broke off Yang Ming's body, climbed to Wang Xiaoming's side, and hugged his waist: "Abel, are you okay?"

Wang Xiaoming touched the top of his hair: "Well, it's okay." ”