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." ”

Wang Bing rubbed around Wang Xiaoming, like a puppy leaving home to find its mother.

Yang Ming stretched out his hand and covered Wang Xiaoming's forehead, Wang Xiaoming subconsciously dodged back, but behind was the back of the sofa, he had no place to hide, so he could only obediently let Yang Ming press his forehead, and his wide and warm palm was against his forehead.

Yang Ming's hand was attached for about five seconds: "Well, the fever has subsided a lot, and I still have to continue to take medicine at night." ”

Wang Xiaoming touched his head and expelled the weird feeling: "Well, it's no big problem, I'll just sleep." What time is it?"

Yang Ming glanced at the wall clock on the wall: "Four twenty." ”

Zhang Yiwei poked his head out of the kitchen: "Brother Yang Ming, it's cut, you can do it." ”

Yang Ming threw the satchel to Wang Xiaoming: "Put it away for you." I'm going to cook. ”

Wang Xiaoming found that he had slept all afternoon, he looked at the door, he didn't know if the rain outside had stopped, and found that the pedestrians were still holding umbrellas, and the rain had been falling for a long time.

Not long after, the two younger brothers brought out Yang Ming's fried dishes and placed them on the table near the kitchen door. Zhang Yiwei said: "Boss, it's time to eat." ”

Wang Xiaoming took Wang Bing to wash his hands and rinse his mouth, then returned to the table, and saw plum cabbage button meat, stuffed tofu, bean carob eggplant and tomato and egg soup on the table, most of the dishes were not too greasy, but he had no appetite: "Ah Bing, I'll serve you rice." ”

Wang Xiaoming served Wang Bing a meal, sandwiched the dishes, and found that Yang Ming had not come out yet: "Where is Yang Ming?"

Zhang Yiwei said: "Brother Yang Ming is still boiling porridge. ”

Wang Xiaoming walked to the door of the kitchen, only to smell a strange fragrance rushing towards him, and he immediately felt hungry: "What porridge do you make?"

"Vegetable porridge. Yang Ming stirred the casserole with a spoon.

Wang Xiaoming walked over and saw that the rice grains in the casserole were tumbling up and down, and they were not particularly viscous, but the porridge soup was milky white: "What's going on with this soup, why is it this color?"

Yang Ming said: "This is fish soup. ”

Wang Xiaoming understood that he was cooking porridge with fish soup: "What about fish?"

Yang Ming pointed to the soup bowl next to him, where there was a crispy stewed crucian carp, Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "Cooking porridge with fish soup is really luxurious." ”

Yang Ming didn't speak, put the finely chopped pea seedlings, spinach, shiitake mushrooms and shredded carrots into the porridge, added a little seasoning and stirred it gently, and brought the casserole down: "Okay, you can eat it, go get the bowl yourself." ”

Wang Xiaoming looked at him in surprise: "What did you do for me?"

"Sick meal. Yang Ming washed his hands and went out to eat, leaving Wang Xiaoming looking at the pot of fragrant porridge with a complicated expression, he didn't expect to be sick, and there was such a good treatment, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

He scooped a little and put it in his mouth, the taste is beyond people's imagination, the rice is not viscous, it retains the fragrance of rice, the soup has no fishy smell at all, the mouth is full of sweetness, Wang Xiaoming doesn't know how to describe the satisfaction of this taste buds. He didn't bother to use a bowl to serve it, so he went out directly with the pot, and put the casserole on the empty seat next to Yang Ming: "Thank you." ”

Yang Ming glanced at him and didn't make a sound.

The table was clearly full of Yang Ming's fried dishes, but everyone looked at Wang Xiaoming's casserole, and Wang Bing snorted: "Uncle, what are you eating?"

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Wang Bing, he only tasted a little bit just now, so he shouldn't infect him: "Uncle will share a little bit with you." He went to get a spoon and a bowl, scooped a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Wang Bing, "Drink it slowly, don't burn it." ”

Wang Bing knelt on the chair, blowing and stirring the porridge in the bowl, not to mention the eagerness. The others were embarrassed to share Wang Xiaoming's sick meal, so they could only watch silently. Zhang Yiwei couldn't help but ask, "Boss, is that porridge delicious?"

"Well, that's good. Wang Xiaoming had a happy smile on his face.

Zhang Yiwei said: "Brother Yang Ming, how do you make this porridge, teach me!"

Yang Ming didn't raise his eyelids and said, "Learn to chop vegetables first." ”

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but smile: "Teach me, Master." ”

"Take care of your illness!" Yang Ming continued not to raise his eyelids.

Wang Xiaoming grinned, lowered his head and continued to drink porridge, anyway, now that someone is making it for food, it is not too bad.

At dinner, Wang Xiaoming felt better and wanted to go to the kitchen to help, but was kicked out by Yang Ming and asked him to continue to recuperate. Wang Xiaoming said: "I'll help you, what if you are also tired?"

Yang Ming glanced at him: "Can you say something nice?"

Wang Xiaoming smiled: "I said something wrong, Master will always be healthy!"

In the end, he still didn't help, he only did the work of ordering and cashiering, and didn't even use him to serve food. During this period, I received a lot of phone calls, all of which were for ordering meals and making appointments for banquets.

At half past nine in the evening, the last table of guests was sent off, and the hotel was closed. The rain outside has stopped, the air after the rain is clean and fresh, there is a faint salty smell, that is the smell of the ocean that Wang Xiaoming is used to, he took a deep breath of fresh air, although the muscles on his body still seem to be a little sore, but he feels a lot more relaxed, thanks to Yang Ming today, if it weren't for him, the store wouldn't be able to hold on, and he wouldn't be able to get better so quickly.

"Thanks to you today, Yang Ming, thank you!" Wang Xiaoming expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

Yang Ming didn't speak, wrapped the towel around Wang Xiaoming and Wang Bing, started the tricycle, and drove home.

When he got home, Wang Xiaoming remembered about the sheets and mattress, which were all dry due to the weather: "Oops, I forgot to buy a quilt." "I was so sick in the afternoon that I couldn't think about the sheets.

"It looks like I'm really going to sleep on the sofa, Yang Ming, you come and help me move the sofa, I flattened the sofa. Wang Xiaoming said to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming didn't look at him: "Just sleep with me." ”

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Ming stunned: "Ahhh Alright!"

When he was sleeping, Wang Xiaoming held his quilt and put it on Yang Ming's bed: "There is no quilt cover, just cover it like this." ”

Yang Ming leaned on the head of the bed and wrote something with a pen, and raised his head: "My quilt is wide enough, it's enough to cover a bed." ”

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "That's not good, Ah Bing sometimes doesn't sleep honestly, which will affect you." ”

Yang Ming looked at him: "Then he will sleep with me in a quilt, you have a cold, don't catch a cold again." ”