green waist king

Chapter 13 Old Urchin Reed

The next morning, the West Yorkshire local media praised Leeds United.

"White Army ushers in recovery!Can it return to its former glory! "

"Young teenager Bamford scored a hat-trick! "

"This Chinese completely conquered the Elland Road Stadium!He single-handedly directed Burnley's fiasco! "

"Become Famous!"Chinese Yang!A wizard from the East! "

"Just Give Me a Chance!"I will return you a miracle!Fantastic Chinese midfielder! "

Mo Yang occupied a lot of media boards, most of which praised his performance last night.

"Since Yang is so good!Why did Chelsea persuade him to leave!China Yang has an unspeakable secret! "

There are also some media sensationalists, that is, the media that swindled Bamford yesterday directly took a sensational headline in an attempt to attract the attention of the public, but it was a pity that it was drowned in the voices of praise.

"The giant Liverpool coach Klopp personally gave a midfielder genius to Leeds United, and Leeds United owes him a thank you! "

Liverpool training base, Klopp looked at the title on the computer screen in the office, gritted his big white teeth.

"That Argentinian bald guy definitely did it on purpose!" At this moment, Klopp seemed to be fed a big bowl of flies and was disgusted.

He had watched the video of Mo Yang's match yesterday, and had to admit that he was once again amazed by the performance of this Chinese teenager.

Klopp is now more and more regretful that he did not insist on signing Mo Yang to Liverpool.

At the Leeds United training base, Mo Yang is practicing shooting on the training ground.

There is no training at the club today, the day off is a day off after the game, and the players have all gone home.

Only Mo Yang, a poor ghost who had just received a month's salary, lived in the club dormitory.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"..."

"No, the angle is too straight!"

"The body leans too far!"

"Wrong spot on the ball!
"Standing foot is too close to the ball!"

Mo Yang kicked the balls towards the goal one by one. After kicking a batch of balls and summing up, he took the trouble to retrieve the balls and place them one by one to start again.

After practicing for more than two hours, the alarm on the mobile phone rang on the lawn.

Mo Yang tidied up, went back to the dormitory to wash up, carried the big white-washed schoolbag on his back, left the training base, took a taxi to the train station and went straight to London.

Two hours later, Mo Yang came out of the London train station, bought a cake from a nearby cake shop, and then stopped a taxi and went straight to the outer suburbs of northern London.

Get off at an intersection marked Reed Farm on the side of the road, and you can see a small villa at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

On the side of the road, there are green grass, flocks of cattle and sheep, leisurely and contented, an idyllic scenery, and the air is filled with a strong smell of green grass.

Every time he comes back here, Mo Yang feels like returning to his hometown.

Walking all the way inward along the path, as soon as I got to the front of the villa, I saw a wet black Labrador pounced head-on, wagging its tail.

"Hey! Doug, long time no see, miss me?" Mo Yang stroked the dog's head affectionately, smiling very happily.

Straightening up, I saw a burly old man nearly two meters standing beside the lawn faucet, holding a water pipe in his hand, looking at him with a smile.

Reed Williams, 68 years old, is an old man who is as kind and kind as his grandfather. He used to be the housekeeper next to his grandfather. He resigned suddenly four years ago and returned to his hometown of London. He bought this thousand-acre property pasture.

Reed is an Englishman of Germanic and Celtic descent. He has three-dimensional features, a pair of beautiful green eyes, and a hooked and straight nose. Although he is old, he is still a typical handsome old English guy.

Seeing this old man, Mo Yang felt warm in his heart.

Although he rejected Grandpa Reed's financial help in recent years, Grandpa Reed still helped him a lot.

Otherwise, let alone going to university, he doesn't even know where to renew his visa.

So these years, he would come to Reed Farm to live for a few days almost every month to accompany this lonely old man without children.

"Reed, there was a game yesterday, I'm sorry, I couldn't come back to celebrate your birthday with you!" Mo Yang came to Reed with a cake, scratched his head and smiled innocently, "Although it's late now, I still want to say, I wish you a happy birthday!" Happy birthday to you!"

"Thank you for remembering my birthday, kid!"

Reid stepped forward to give Mo Yang a warm hug, and then said with a smile: "I watched your game yesterday, and you performed very well. I think Alan will be happy for you when he sees it. Unfortunately, he has already returned. God's arms."

Hearing what Reid said, Mo Yang felt less guilty, and said with a smile: "To express my apology, I decided to cook you a Chinese dinner at noon, and I will make your favorite twice-cooked pork and mapo How about tofu?"

"Oh! That's great!" Reed's eyes widened instantly when he heard that, and without a word, he kicked Hei Daoge aside on the ground, and then grabbed Mo Yang's arm tightly, "Let the damn noon go to hell!" Let's go! I want to eat it now, and the Buddha jumps over the wall, can you do it?"

"Buddha jumps over the wall?" Mo Yang was a little surprised, "Yes, but are you sure you have so many ingredients? Reed, that is a very troublesome dish!"

Reed patted his chest, walked directly to the thousand-liter large freezer in the kitchen, opened it all at once, and said arrogantly, "Of course, I have whatever materials you want."

"Oh!" Mo Yang looked at the dazzling array of ingredients and ingredients in the freezer, and was shocked on the spot, this old man is too strong.

He knew that Reed was influenced by his great-grandfather and was a China hand who liked Chinese food very much. He knew some basic Chinese dishes himself, but he didn't expect that he was so obsessed with it.

"I got them all from those Chinese restaurants in China Town, and I asked them to buy some from China at a high price." Reed looked proud.

"Be the Buddha jumping over the wall first! Teach me by the way!"

"I made it the other day according to the method those Chinese restaurants gave me, and it almost killed me. Doug sniffed it, and it turned out that this guy hadn't eaten for three days. Ugh! Damn, thinking of that smell makes me think threw up!"

The corner of Mo Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Doug with his tail between his legs and his head hidden in the quilt of the kennel with some pity.

Mo Yang took out the required ingredients from the freezer, and began to process them very skillfully. Reed, who was watching the magic knife skills and the way of handling ingredients, screamed again and again.

Cooking is no stranger to Mo Yang.

Because he was forced by his father, Mo Xiangdong, to learn how to cook since he was nine years old.

Although their family is an out-and-out farmer now, their ancestors are not simple. In the late Qing Dynasty, his great-grandfather once learned cooking skills from a royal chef who returned to his hometown for retirement. Later, this skill was passed down from generation to generation.

In the generation of his father, Mo Xiangdong, he is quite well-known in the nearby towns and villages. Whenever there is a wedding or a wedding, his father will be invited to cook.

Although he is just a country cook, his family's recipes are real court cuisines, and anyone who has eaten them will never say that they are not delicious.

So if he hadn't come to England with his grandfather, he would most likely have become a country cook just like in his previous life.

More than two hours later, except for the Buddha Tiaoqiang, which was still simmering slowly, all other dishes were served on the table, and the inside and outside of the villa were filled with a strong smell of food.

Mo Yang and the impatient Reed put the dishes on the table one by one, and then began to eat lunch.

Doug wagged his tail and smelled it, and then was poisoned by Reed, an old naughty boy, with a piece of mapo tofu, and rolled back to the kennel.

Mo Yang was sitting at the dining table, but there were boiled steaks and chicken breasts in front of him. He is still in the stage of muscle gain and cannot eat food that is very oily and salty, but he dipped his chopsticks in the soup for every dish Taste it.

"It's not bad, it tastes good!" Some dishes he had only seen his father cook when he was a child, but fortunately he had a good memory when he was young, so he barely copied them.

Although it is not as good as his own old man, he dares to say that it is definitely several times better than those of those stale Chinese restaurants in London.

Looking at Reed who groaned and ate like a pig, even though what Mo Yang was chewing was tasteless boiled chicken breast, he felt it was extremely sweet.

The two of them were eating when suddenly there was the sound of a car outside the house. Mo Yang looked out the window and saw a fat man in a suit and leather shoes who was not too tall, with a beard on his face, and a golden stewed egg on his head. A BMW X7 gets on and off.

Mo Yang knew this flirty guy, he was one of Reed's relatives, he seemed to be the son of Reed's cousin, he forgot what his name was.

"Fack! The bloody brat is driving over my ranch again!"

With a gloomy face, Reed picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, slammed it on the dinner plate, patted the table and stood up, strode to the living room, picked up a shiny silver double-barreled shotgun in the closet, and kicked the door walked out.

"Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots!
Mo Yang shuddered all over, his mouth opened wide, and he froze on the chair and turned into petrification.

After reacting, he immediately rushed out of the villa, and then saw the bald man squatting on the hood of the car, holding his hands high, and Reed knocked his bald head with the still smoking barrel.

Reed was carrying a shotgun, looking like a ferocious bandit, staring fiercely and said, "Say, next time, do you dare to drive over the pasture in my pasture!"

"Don't dare! I swear I won't dare again!" The bald fat man shook his head like a rattle, "Reed, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Seeing this funny scene, Mo Yang was a little dazed. It was the first time he had seen Reed in this appearance, and Reed always had a gentle appearance.

After a while, there was another bald pig on the dining table who was eating too much!
After eating, Reed and the bald head went to the study on the second floor to talk.

Mo Yang was bored, so he dragged Doug out of the kennel, took out a football from his backpack, and one person and one dog came to the yard to play.

"Uncle Reed, did you call me here today, or do you want me to sign the little guy downstairs?" In the study on the second floor, Pere Guardiola sat opposite Reed, with his butt slightly next to the chair, looking as if something was wrong Just run away.

If the old guy hadn't been bombarding him with phone calls, and he happened to be in England on some business, he really wouldn't have wanted to meet the old urchin.

It's not that I don't want to see it, it's pure fear, the fear in my bones.

On the contrary, he quite likes to play with this old guy, of course, it's not the premise of playing with him!

This old man has such a naughty character, he always does nothing about human affairs, and when he was a child, he was tied together with his elder brother's younger brother with a rubber, look, is this something that people do.

Moreover, he was not interested in Mo Yang at all, and he didn't even bother to understand.

In his impression, apart from being able to run, Chinese players are completely inferior to European, American and African players. If he is still interested in Korean players, he might be able to dig out another player with great potential like Sun of Leverkusen. .

And sign a player who has a high probability of not being able to play, hehe, although he is bald, he is not stupid.

"..."

Half an hour later, Mo Yang, who was having fun with Doug, suddenly heard a rush of footsteps in the house, turned his head and saw the bald man holding the cup of Buddha jumping over the wall, swishing past him, and going up The car slammed the accelerator and left.

Immediately afterwards, he saw an angry Reed chasing him out with a gun in hand, and shot immediately.

Then he chased him out on a motorcycle in the yard, and came back triumphantly after a while, holding the Buddha Jumping Wall that he snatched back in his hand.

"Gu!" Mo Yang swallowed, "The bald man should still be alive!"

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