Naruto: Big Foodie - Chapter 1394

“Okay.” Wang Xiaoming entered the kitchen and stood at the door, looking at the bright and spacious kitchen. Some of them were working and some were chatting. Seeing him come in, the chatting people hurried to work. Wang Xiaoming looked at a dozen people in white chef uniforms, tall, short, fat and thin, but none of them were tall and thin as Yang Ming. Usually at this time, he should be busy here, but today he didn’t know where he went.

By the way, did he take the money to send money? It seems that he really remembered it himself, so why did he not say it all the time, was it because he was afraid of worrying about it?

No, no, he must have thought about it too much. Since then, he hasn’t mentioned it again. Aren’t he and Li Xintian very close now, maybe he stayed for Li Xintian’s sake. But no matter what, if Yang Ming has his own relatives and friends, he should go back to his original home.

Wang Xiaoming leaned in front of the flow table, lowered his head, and was very depressed. He desperately wanted to see Yang Ming now. He could see how much time he had left, how could he waste it? Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming took out his mobile phone and called Yang Ming: “Where are you? When are you coming back?”

Yang Ming’s voice was colder: “What’s wrong, what happened?”

“It’s okay, come back early after you finish your work.” Wang Xiaoming hung up the phone.

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment looking at the phone in his hand, feeling a little uneasy. Wang Xiaoming has always been a relatively straightforward person. He is not as hesitant as he is today. There must be something wrong.

Wang Xiaoming stayed in the shop in despair until the evening, when Yang Ming was not there, his depressed emotions had nowhere to go and vented, so he brewed in his heart.

After all, without Yang Ming, how could he be Wang Xiaoming today?

Yang Ming finally appeared in the store. Wang Xiaoming turned his head to look at him. He was wearing a plaid shirt and light-colored jeans. Yang Ming smiled at him when he saw him. Wang Xiaoming was currying beef. Tears almost rolled down when he saw this smile. He attributed this to the effect of curry. In fact, this curry is not particularly spicy. Only he himself knows best,

Yang Ming put on his clothes, put on a hat, washed his hands, and walked to Wang Xiaoming: “What else is there to do, I’ll come.”

Wang Xiaoming smiled very reluctantly, trying to force back the tears in his eyes, sucking his nose, and pouting at the menu beside him without speaking. I secretly warned myself: man, don’t shed tears, don’t embarrass me!

Yang Ming took the menu and started cooking. Yang Ming stood beside him, and there was the clanging sound of the spatula. Wang Xiaoming’s heart suddenly calmed down, as if they had always been like this, and they will be like this in the future. But back to reality, Wang Xiaoming couldn’t calm down all of a sudden. He didn’t dare to look at Yang Ming, for fear of losing control of his emotions, he could only lower his head and focus on the menu and the pot.

Yang Ming didn’t mention what he was going to do today, and Wang Xiaoming didn’t ask. The two kept silent in tacit understanding until the end of the evening rush hour. Zhang Yiwei ran to Yang Ming to ask questions. Yang Ming leaned on the countertop, frowned slightly and listened to him carefully, saying a few words from time to time.

Wang Xiaoming stood by the stove and stared at them. There was an emotion that he could not perceive rushing out from all the well-known and unknown corners of his body. Slowly, all of them gathered into his chest. Almost burst his chest. It was only then that Wang Xiaoming discovered that, before he knew it, his feelings had grown so vigorously, deeply attached, and deeply reluctant to give up, so much that they were about to die.

However, all this has just been exposed to the sun, but it has to be sealed up and put into the deep well that will never see the sun. Wang Xiaoming decided that he would never say anything if he was killed in this life.

Yang Ming noticed Wang Xiaoming’s gaze, turned his head, and met his eyes. Wang Xiaoming hurriedly lowered his eyes and hurried out, like a small animal that was in a hurry.

Everyone was very eager to learn tonight. People came to ask Yang Ming for questions one after another. Yang Ming was extremely patient and answered them one by one. By the time everyone had dispersed, it was already closing time.

Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming sorted out the accounts for the day, and Yang Ming said, “Let’s go, go back.”

Wang Xiaoming said, “Yang Ming, I have something to tell you.”

Yang Ming stopped: “I just have something to say. If you’re not in a hurry, let’s go back and talk.”

Wang Xiaoming nodded: “Okay, let’s go back and talk.”

Both of them had their own thoughts, and neither of them spoke. When he got home, Yang Ming took the initiative to ask Wang Bing to take a bath, but Wang Xiaoming didn’t insist. Today, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and his brain was temporarily shut down. He didn’t want to work anymore. His eyes were staring at the black screen.

When Yang Ming took Wang Bing to take a bath, he was in this state. After washing, he took it out and saw that he was still in this state of being an old monk. Yang Ming didn’t say anything, and put Wang Bing back on the bed. Looking back, Wang Xiaoming was still the same. He reached out his hand and shook it in front of him. Wang Xiaoming finally came back to his senses: “Oh, okay? I’m going to take a bath.”

Yang Ming pulled him: “Wait, don’t you have something to tell me?”

Wang Xiaoming raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ming: “You seem to have something to say to me. You should talk first.”

Wang Xiaoming was afraid that his emotions would get out of control, so he listened to him before he finished.

Yang Ming nodded and sat down on the sofa: “I remembered some lost memories. Today I took the money and went to a private detective to investigate it for me.”

Duang!

Wang Xiaoming’s head seemed to be hit by a hammer, and the whole thing was bad.

If there is no Yang Ming, how will Haibawang continue to operate~www.mtlnovel.com~ Without Yang Ming, what will he do?

No, I can’t be so selfish!

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xiaoming no longer bothered about this topic, and said, “Yang Ming, I also want to tell you some news. It may be good news, but it may be a joyous occasion.”

Yang Ming stared into his eyes, but Wang Xiaoming kept his eyes down and didn’t look at him, he crossed his hands, put his hands on his knees, and said slowly: “The mouse has brought you news, someone in Dongying is offering a high price for a reward. Man, he said that the situation is very similar to you. I looked at the photo, and the photo was a bit blurry, so I wasn’t sure if it was you. What the mouse meant was, let you take a photo for the other party to confirm. “

Yang Ming’s eyes suddenly became serious, and he said, “Where’s the photo?”

Wang Xiaoming took out his mobile phone and found the picture that Liu Ahao sent him. Yang Ming glanced at it, frowned, and then moved away: “This is indeed me.”

Hearing this answer, Wang Xiaoming’s mood can be described as mixed and very complicated. On the one hand, he hopes that Yang Ming can recall his past, and on the other hand, he does not want the other party to leave.