You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　 "Do I just want to be lazy?"

　　Mo Mengchen stared at the almost destroyed prawn, and suddenly gave birth to the idea of ​​firing Medela, ruining the supper is like wearing a green hat, unforgivable.

　　Mo Mengchen took apart the flour, put it in water, and mixed the shrimp into it.

　　 Counting time, Medela just happened to explode when he came back later.

　　Although players pay attention to healthy eating, Mo Mengchen does not believe in that one set. Young people’s absorption and recovery functions are not imaginable by those veterans who have proposed healthy eating.

　　 It’s like O’Neal’s eating sea food and raising a body does not affect him as the most dominant center in history;

　　Jordan did not have any healthy eating plan before the age of 33, and he always held a cup of Coke anytime and anywhere and he was the best player in history;

　　 According to rumors, Chamberlain, who introduced a healthy diet to the NBA, had to eat ten hamburgers or a whole roast chicken at halftime.

　　 Like Pierce, when he was young, the Big Coke and Burger King were constantly stabbed with dozens of knives every day, and they were still alive and eaten.

　　So many arguments can prove one thing, the so-called healthy diet is true, but it is suitable for players aged 33 and up. For young people, pursuing this set is self-seeking bitterness. The old **** who can't eat it can't eat it by themselves or see others, so they developed this theory.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

　　 came to Lorre, Ratliff, and Don Reid.

　　 "Something?" Mo Mengchen asked.

　　Lol first raised his hands: "Mo, I finished washing my hands. According to the seven-step washing method you taught me, I washed it back and forth five times, absolutely clean. I just wore gloves when I opened the door."

　　 "I am absolutely sterile."

　　Following it, Lore stayed away from Reid and Ratliff.

　　 "These two don't know." Lor said cautiously.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, there are bacteria everywhere, and no matter how you pay attention, it will still stick." Mo Mengchen stared at Reid and Ratliff. "But I am doing a midnight snack. I hope to have a clean midnight snack. , So I suggest you two wash your hands immediately."

　　Reid had long heard that Mo Mengchen had done cooking, and when he heard him say this, he quickly asked, "Do we have our share?"

　　 Reid and Ratliff came out after washing their hands and circled in Mo Mengchen's room.

　　 Although it is only a hotel room, it is obvious that this person's likes and dislikes.

　　 The table is full of tactical drawings, tactical manuals, wing-side defense maps of the University of North Carolina, and the "scalpel" tactic they once played in the training game.

　　 "Mo, do you want to be a coach in the future?" Reid asked.

　　Mo Mengchen was using chopsticks to stir the shrimp in the flour. Hearing this, he just said, "I'm not interested."

　　 "In addition to the coach, who else will put so many things related to tactics?"

　　 "Just take a look, the real coach will only work harder than me." Mo Mengchen said lightly.

　　 "You are wrong. For example, our coach, I never believe that there are so many books and drawings related to tactics in his room," Reed looked at and confirmed that all the people around him could be trusted. "Just his tactics, hehe..."

　　Mo Mengchen said: "What do you think of the game tonight?"

　　 "This is the best game you played."

　　 "You are more like a coach than a coach."

　　 "impeccable."

　　Mo Mengchen poured some cooking wine, then turned and smiled and asked, "Really, do you really think so?"

Mo Mengchen’s smile and rhetorical questions that seemed to be malicious, when heard by the other three, were like being called on stage to ask questions. After finishing the job, the teacher had to ask again in front of the class: "Do you think this is right? "

　　 "I don't think it's right..." Rolle said wisely.

　　Mo Mengchen looked at the time, and Medela would never come back. He was really worried about the accident.

　　 "Mo, if there is a problem, can you tell us?" Ratliff said.

　　Mo Mengchen leaned back and said, "Louis, you are not active enough. If you can run like Tang, you will get a lot of opportunities. Your three-point shooting percentage is 10 percentage points higher than him."

　　 "Fear of making mistakes is good, but sometimes it is not good. You are too afraid of making mistakes and lack of creativity. This is very important to you. If you want to have stable playing time, this is very important."

　　Finally, Mo Mengchen's eyes turned to Rhett: "You are too active."

　　 "I understand..." Reid said with a grin.

"Do you understand?" Mo Mengchen said, "Then do you understand that you snatched some of the opportunities that belonged to Louis? Some are not where you should appear. You appear, it is not because you are active, but Louis gave the opportunity to let Here you are, Don, I don’t like this kind of positioning."

　　Rhett's forehead is hot.

　　 "Remember, that is a stupid mistake."

　　Rhett sweating forehead.

　　 Finally is Ratliff.

"Your defense allows you to play the NBA for many years," Mo Mengchen paused. "But the league has always been short of people who can defend. You can't make yourself the best defender in the league. Missing, if you don’t want to stabilize, you can stick to your current style, if you want the team to depend on you, if you want to become key, I hope you start practicing a thousand or more free throw lines every day from today Jumper."

　　 "I’mcominghome~"

　　 "I’mcominghome~"

　　Medela walked into the room humming Mo Mengchen's song. She hoped to make his boss happy in this way.

　　 After all, every singer wants their songs to be sung...

　　 Even if Medela doesn't sing, this song is very popular.

　　 "Oh, this is..."

　　 Reid's eyes flashed.

　　Medella also froze: "Are you in a meeting?"

　　 "It's just something that doesn't matter. Give me something."

　　Mo Mengchen will call the police if she doesn't come back.

　　Lol asked: "Amel, are you a fan of Ethan?"

　　Medella glanced at Mo Mengchen slightly: "Of course, I am definitely a fan of Ethan!"

　　 "This guy likes to play mystery. I can hear his song on the street every day, but we don't even know what he looks like," Reid said.

　　 "Maybe because he looks a little ugly?"

　　Medella kept observing Mo Mengchen, he didn't respond.

　　 "Don't say that, maybe people just want to be low-key."

Mo Mengchen does not care about their evaluation of Ethan. Singing is only a little interest. He does not intend to be famous. He just earns some attribute points in his spare time, but the creation cycle of a song is too long, he can’t be like Real singers sing on stage, so it is basically impossible to earn a lot of attribute points by singing.

　　Mo Mengchen is very clear, interest can only be regarded as interest.

　　 But he admitted that when he heard Medela opening the door and humming "Caminghome" coming in, there was a hint of joy in his heart.

　　After placing the sauce, Mo Mengchen slowly put the shrimp wrapped in white flour into the oil pan.

　　 Then he went down.

　　 is a very important food for him.

　　 noodles are easy to make, and there are many types. You can change patterns when you get tired. There are 100 kinds of noodles in 100 places. You can eat this kind of food today, and you can eat it tomorrow.

　　 After a while, the room was full of fragrance, and the stomachs of the other four people, who had no feeling at all, began to sound.

　　 "It's so fragrant, Mo." Reid started to whirling beside the pan.

　　 Fried shrimp looks so tempting.

　　 "Do you really want to share such delicious food with us?" Reid asked again.

　　Mo Mengchen said: "Please, I'm not used to eating single food."

　　 "It seems that I want to learn more from you." Reid knew that Mo Mengchen meant something. He smiled, picked up a fork, and lifted a shrimp into his mouth.

　　 fresh and smooth, the savory oil juice overflowed in the mouth, Reed took the first bite, he opened his eyes-how can there be such a delicious thing in this world?

"how about it?"

　　 Ratliff and Lor swallowed.

　　Rhett's eyes rolled, share? Go **** and share!

　　 "Don't eat anything so bad, just leave it to me!"

　　 "Put things down!"

　　Mo Mengchen filled the bowl of noodles himself. UU reading www.uukanshu.com poured the sauce that he prepared, and then evenly chopsticks, add two shrimps, and give it to Medela.

　　 "Although you messed up things, but for the sake of your busy day, this rewards you."

　　 Happiness came too suddenly, and Medela's hand was shaking.

　　She couldn't believe that the mean boss suddenly turned into a considerate little cotton-padded jacket. Now is the time for her to make up her mind.

　　 "Please believe that there will never be another time." Medela said.

　　 "Eat." Mo Mengchen said.

Looking at Reid and others who were tempted to eat fried shrimp, Mo Mengchen was not in a hurry. He slowly filled a large bowl of noodles, poured himself sauce, and slowly turned the noodles over and over, and had to mix Only then was he willing to speak.

　　He didn’t go to see if there were any shrimp in the pot. He knew that there would be no one left. These guys who didn’t know how to share really hurt.

　　 He moved around the bowl with chopsticks.

　　His life is changing, he is also changing, he is very clear that this is a very different life from the previous life, it is time to look forward.

"Really tasty."

　　Medella didn't expect that it would become so delicious when she looked at a sparse and usual bowl of noodles and dipped in a sauce that she didn't know what it was made of.

　　 "Mo, we don't think we should eat single food."

　　Lol took a clean fork and put a shrimp from his plate into Momenchen's bowl.

　　 "Good things should be shared with each other." Ratliff picked the biggest shrimp for Mo Mengchen.

　　Rhett is not so happy, looking around, looking for the smallest shrimp.

　　 The most important thing is that they use clean cutlery without over-mouth.

　　 is gratifying.

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