Chapter 7: Chenming's Dream
Chen Ming muttered to himself, "How do I remember that I applied medicine to you." What's going on? ”
Luo Wen glanced at Chen Ming and didn't speak.
Chen Ming looked at the intact ointment, and then saw that there was really no trace of the ointment on Luo Wen's body, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that the embarrassing thing about applying the medicine yesterday was a dream and didn't happen. Otherwise, how to explain all this, by the way, I drank yesterday.
Chen Ming was relieved when he thought that the embarrassing thing hadn't happened, so he happily said, "I'll cook!" After eating, I'll apply medicine to you again. ”
Chen Ming took out the plastic gloves from the trunk once, paused, and counted them carefully three times, and there was no shortage, so he completely believed that yesterday's embarrassing thing really didn't happen.
Seeing that Chen Ming put on the transparent plastic film gloves and was about to start on himself, Luo Wen's voice was obviously a little shy: "Why don't you buy some sprays, I'll spray them myself." ”
Chen Ming said: "The doctor said that the spray is not as effective as the ointment applied directly to the affected area. ”
Luo Wen didn't speak, but closed his eyes directly, Chen Ming knew that Luo Wen was a little embarrassed, and said: "If you are sick, you can't avoid medical treatment, I'll help you apply it." Nothing to be embarrassed about. ”
The scene in Chen Ming's eyes is different from what Luo Wen sees, in Chen Ming's eyes, Luo Wen is like a person with high burns all over his body, only blisters and blood-red skin, and sticky pus flows out when he touches it, don't say anything desire, it's just that it's rare to be able to look at it without vomiting.
After a hectic operation, the application was finally completed. Chen Ming carefully ripped off the plastic glove, it turned out to be very strong, not broken at all.
After fulfilling his promise, Chen Ming said: "I have to prepare materials and make more buns." We'll have to get to work early tomorrow morning. ”
Luo Wen opened his eyes, glanced at Chen Ming, opened his mouth, but closed his mouth again without saying anything, and then simply closed his eyes again.
The following days were peaceful, Luo Wen just lay on the mattress every day and didn't go to the alley anymore, while Chen Ming still went to the alley every day to sell buns, and the days were as usual.
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As soon as the sun got up, at the entrance of Guiliu Lane, the roadside stalls were already noisy and lively.
"The hostess! Grab a bottle of water! ”
A middle-aged man shouted loudly.
"Sir, your water!"
Luo Wen agreed, put a bottle of water on the table with a smile on his face, and the middle-aged man deliberately showed his name-brand mobile phone and scanned it on the QR code on the table.
shook the payment page of his mobile phone to Luo Wen again, and said loudly: "Paid!" ”
Then he picked up the water, took a sip, and got up to leave.
Luo Wen immediately smiled: "Welcome to come again next time!" ”
The middle-aged man was satisfied with the "Hmm! "With a sigh, he left.
In the window of the dining car, Chen Ming's eyes followed the butterfly-like Luo Wen flying in front of the various tables, and his heart was full of sweetness.
What Chen Ming didn't expect was that Luo Wen's illness was miraculously cured after applying the ointment he bought for two weeks, and what Chen Ming didn't expect was that Luo Wen, who was full of sores and pus, was such a beautiful woman.
As soon as Luo Wen's illness was cured, he took the initiative to come over to help Chen Ming sell steamed buns, and as soon as Luo Wen came to help, Chen Ming's catering car quickly became popular. And every day, five or six tables had to be added in front of the dining car.
Although at Luo Wen's suggestion, Chen Ming changed to a soybean milk manufacturer with a better taste, improved the bun filling, and added more varieties.
Chen Ming's business became booming all of a sudden. There is a constant stream of guests every day. But Chen Ming has always felt that most of the guests who came over had the intention of looking at the beautiful proprietress Luo Wen.
Someone called the hostess, Luo Wen didn't admit it, but she didn't object either, and laughed and joked innocuous with the guests. So there are more people who call, and now the people who come here to eat only know that there is a beautiful proprietress here, and no one knows the real boss Chen Ming in the window.
Seeing that Luo Wen did not reject others from calling her the boss lady, Chen Ming's heart was as beautiful as honey, so he liked to watch Luo Wen work stupidly.
Although Luo Wen's clothes are ordinary, she is beautiful, Luo Wen does rough work, but her demeanor is elegant. Although it is just a few small accounts, the temperament and attitude are good, which makes people feel like a spring breeze. In Chen Ming's eyes, Luo Wen is simply the perfect goddess.
Before the afterglow of the sun dissipated, Luo Wen was lying on a beauty bed in the lobby, and Chen Ming took out only half a bottle of essential oil very tacitly and walked over.
This is the last time Chen Ming went to the pharmacy to buy ointment, the pharmacy proprietress especially recommended, it is said to be good for skin maintenance after injury, promote blood effect, and regulate body functions.
Although the price was expensive, Chen Ming bought it after a little thought. Chen Ming felt that Luo Wen deserved the best. When Luo Wen saw the essential oil that Chen Ming brought back, he glanced at Chen Ming in some surprise, but said nothing.
Chen Ming skillfully poured essential oil on Luo Wen's smooth back, skillfully pushed it away, massaged, and looked focused and serious.
From the beginning of applying ointment every day to treat diseases, to seamlessly connecting to oiling and maintaining the skin, more than two months have passed in a blink of an eye. Pushing oil every evening has become the most tacit and intimate activity between Chen Ming and Luo Wen.
While enjoying Chenming's service, Luo Wen asked casually: "You sell steamed buns every day, do you have any dreams?" ”
Chen Ming said: "Yes, my biggest dream is to make enough money to go to a snack bar on Donghua Snack Street, sell steamed buns during the day, and live in the store at night." ”
Luo Wen frowned and said, "Is this different from now?"
Chen Ming said solemnly: "Of course there is a difference. Now I have to drive there every day, and then set up tables and stools, not to mention the trouble, and it is not hygienic to drive back and forth on the side of the road. If it's windy or rainy, it's almost impossible to do business. If there is a storefront, it will be much better, it will be windy and rainy, even if it is hail, I am not afraid of dropping the bowl to add food. ”
Luo Wen said noncommittally: "It seems that you just don't want to go to the roadside stall!" ”
Chen Ming said: "This is not a question of whether to set up a stall, this is a question of having your own shop." ”
Luo Wen was silent for a moment and said, "What about your older dreams?" “
Chen Ming thought for a moment and said, "That is, if the money allows, take down the shops on the side and open the two stores together, which can double the area, and one store is too small, and only four tables can be placed." If two stores are combined, there will be at least eight tables. This will allow you to seat more guests. ”
Listening to Chen Ming's ambitions, Luo Wen pursed his lips, rolled his beautiful eyes, and simply lay there without speaking.
Chen Ming didn't notice Luo Wen's disdainful reaction, and still gently smeared oil on Luo Wen's back, while chattering about his dreams.