American drama of life

Chapter 97 This Missy, Taylor's Battle Hymn (2 chapters in 1, please subscribe!)
"Missy Cooper."

The tall Missy reached out to Luke: "I guess it's you who knows my twin brother?"

"Luke."

Luke smiled and shook hands with her: "How come it's me?"

"Feel."

Missy smiled: "Can I sit down?"

"of course."

Joey pulled the seat very enthusiastically, and then, ignoring the dark-faced Gabriel, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he couldn't help saying the classic Joe-style saying: "My name is Joey...how you doing?"

Everyone rolled their eyes.

Especially Ross.

He couldn't hear it the most.

Because in the tragedy that made him skinless and shameless not long ago, one of the important reasons why he realized that it happened was that his cousin not only had his own BGM hair-shaking, but also always spoke ambiguous language.

For example, the do in do me has both the imitation and the teasing implied in Joey's classic Joey quote.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

A womanizer who was rejected by his awakened wife and suppressed for a long time, naturally sees and hears the latter.

Not to mention the meaning that Joey himself is red fruit.

This reminds Ross of that shameful incident all the time.

He now understands what kind of experience the cousin Howard, who was ridiculed by all of them, got excited when he smelled salted fish.

Can't think of it!
"thank you, I'm fine."

Missy smiled at Joey, then continued to look at Luke: "Since you know my brother Sheldon, do you know that he especially likes weird things?"

Seeing this, Joey smiled helplessly, looked away, and searched again.

"Slightly heard."

Luke glanced at Gabriel, then at Chandler, his expression odd.

"I suffered from it as a child."

Missy chuckled: "Because of the limited conditions at home since childhood, as twins, we have always lived in the same room.

It wasn't until he went to college at 11 and George Jr. moved into the garage that I finally got my own room.

The Sheldon man valued homeostasis the most and hated change the most.

Therefore, even if he has always looked down on me and no one, he is very reluctant when it is obvious that one person can have a room.

And me.

Because of being together for more than ten years, I was a little uncomfortable when we first separated.

It's kind of like Stockholm Syndrome.

Then something that I regret happened.

At night when I went to bed, he started harassing me through the wall.

When my heart softened for a while, I agreed to use the method of chatting through the wall to help him get through the most uncomfortable stage at the beginning.

Until he directly used some Morse code for the convenience of contact. "

Speaking of this, she asked with a smile, "Does any of you know Morse code?"

"I know!"

Both Ross and Chandler raised their hands.

"Morse code is an early digital communication method that only uses binary codes of zero and one or two states, and transmits different information through the number and length of strokes."

Computer Chandler knows this best.

"That's it, I'm already tired of talking, and he still uses this kind of brain-pounding on the wall to pass the so-called information.

You can imagine how annoying I was, and finally I couldn't bear to stop this activity by physical means. "

Missy nodded to Chandler, then continued to look at Luke, smiling meaningfully: "But because of his influence, when I couldn't bear it anymore, I already knew something about this Morse code, after all, I also Not as stupid as he said..."

"..."

Luke's mouth twitched.

Your husband, Gabriel, is standing next to you, and you're sitting here typing something in Morse code with your foot against mine under the table.

Can't you just follow the Nora Chandler will meet in the future?
Straightforward toe counting the coins in Chandler's pocket under the table?
Or learn from the girlfriend Joey will meet in the future who is best at picking up coins with her toes?

If you are not a relevant professional, who has nothing to learn about Morse code?

Tucao returns to Tucao.

As a firefighter, he really understands the simple way of communication in this traditional way!
But at this moment, he can only understand and pretend not to understand.

He really is not a Cao thief!
"The game has begun."

Luke moved his leg again and reminded.

On the small stage, Monica and a blond man with a round head were standing in front of the stove.

A man who looked like a chef explained the rules to a group of guests, and then he would hand over the judgment to the guests after finishing their dishes.

The game officially begins.

"Chef Morris, what dessert are you preparing?"

The chef asks for the guests.

"Bread pudding with bourbon, Chef."

The meatball head chef explained, "I'm making bourbon toppings."

"You also add bourbon to the pudding and fresh milk, won't the wine taste too strong?"

asked the chef in charge of hosting.

"I wanted to make sure diners could experience the oaky vanilla and caramel aromas of bourbon."

The meatball head chef fanned the smell with his hand and said confidently.

"Are you sure this will work?"

The chef glanced at his meatball head.

"Don't worry, Chef."

The meatball head chef is full of confidence: "I will definitely succeed this time!"

"Looking forward to your work, by the way, I love your hairstyle."

The head chef blinked ambiguously at the meatball chef, then walked over to Monica: "Chef Geller, what are you doing for dessert?"

"I'm making Orange Peel Chocolate Cake!"

Monica quickly drank orange peel juice and said nervously.

Because she wanted to win too much, she was under a lot of psychological pressure.

"Sounds good, do you choose to whip the cream by hand?"

The chef glanced at the cream, stared at Monica, and said with a frivolous smile, "Won't the time be too tight?"

"I'll whip up the cream quickly!"

Monica said nervously but firmly.

The chef looked at Monica, then glanced at the ball head again, paused, and walked to the ball head: "Nitrogen cream."

Then he explained to a group of guests: "A good chef chooses to whip the cream himself to achieve the best taste, and will never finish it in a compressed can.

But the final taste depends on whether the chef is really good, otherwise it is better to choose the most stable nitrogen cream. "

Monica and Marukotou looked at each other, and then looked away. Monica chose a more difficult hand to beat, while Marukotou was directly treated with a compression can.

"Is this your chef?"

Luke frowned.

"Chef Rudy."

Missy smiled and said, "Is there a problem?"

"It feels frivolous."

Luke didn't like the look in his eyes.

"The chef is also an artist, aren't all artists like this?"

Missy didn't care.

Luke glanced at her, didn't answer, and continued to look at Monica on stage.

Missy, who can do the things just now, has long broken the image in Luke's impression. Such Missy does have a special tolerance for frivolity.

at this time.

bang!
"what!!!"

Chef Rudy screamed and sprayed cream all over.

But no one paid attention to him.

Everyone's eyes were on the meatball chef, but they saw that he was holding a compression jar for nitrogen cream, and the lid of the compression jar had disappeared.

On his chest, a bright red appeared on the white chef's uniform. The red and white part was the socket on the lid of the compression jar. At this time, it had penetrated into the meatball chef's chest.

"Shit! Call 911!"

Luke was the first to react, ran over, caught the chef who fell to the ground, and quickly checked.

"how is he?"

Monica asked in a panic while whipping cream quickly.

"..."

Luke stretched out his hand and pinched the bleeding artery, glanced at Monica, who was still unwilling to give up the game, and said speechlessly: "The situation is very bad, no matter what, I can't play any more."

"What should we do now?"

Monica continued to whip the cream and looked at Chef Rudy: "Have I won?"

"Are you crazy?"

Chef Rudy looked at Monica in disbelief.

"Quickly announce the result, she can't control herself."

Luke shouted.

"ok, ok."

Chef Rudy was horrified, raised his hand and said, "You win, you win, okay?"

"I won!"

Monica put down the milk pump in her hand, raised her hands high, and cheered first, then she covered her mouth and looked at the ball-headed opponent lying on the ground, looking at the man who almost dyed the white clothes on his chest red, and said in horror: "Luke, will he be okay?"

"I called 911 and said I'll be there soon."

Missy came over with her mobile phone and said quite calmly.

"Ah."

All Luke can do now is to hold the ruptured artery with his hand, so that the ball head will not bleed to death before the ambulance, looking at the nitrogen compression canister milk pump that fell to the ground, facing Monica "You must be extra careful when using these kitchen utensils in the future," he said.

This nitrogen compression tank milk pump is easy to use, of course it is easy to use, but if you are not careful, the danger is really dangerous.

If the accident happened to Monica and Luke wasn't there, it would be really dangerous.

"I don't need this anymore."

Monica was terrified.

The reason why she didn't choose this this time, and chose to play by hand, was to show her level deliberately.

Usually, she also uses it.

"Your girlfriend?"

Missy looked at Monica and asked.

"Ah."

Luke nodded.

The ambulance will arrive soon.

It's very close to No. 51 Fire Station, and the ambulance from No. 51 Fire Station also came.

"Luke."

"Shay, Dawson."

Luke greeted the surprised two women, and then introduced the situation and his judgment to them.

Dawson and Xia checked, agreed with Luke's judgment, put down the stretcher, and lifted the ball head up with one foot and one foot, Luke pinched the artery of the ball head and followed.

"I'll leave it to you here."

Missy explained to her husband Gabriel, who was not very present, and then greeted Monica: "Go in my car."

"okay."

Monica was a little dazed, and when she heard this, she followed it subconsciously.

"I'll go as well."

"Me too."

Chandler, Joey and the others saw Shay and Dawson, looked at each other, and they all dismissed the idea of ​​going home, and raised their hands to follow them one by one.

But there are too many people to sit down.

Missy only took Monica and Phoebe with Chandler and the three to take a taxi by themselves.

Saint Grace Hospital.

"I come……"

A resident doctor was about to step forward to replace Luke, pinched the artery of the ball head, and was interrupted.

"No need, it's him!"

Maggie, who was in a white coat, glanced at Luke and said lightly, "If you have nothing more important than saving a life?"

"..."

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, what else could he say other than shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

In this way, when Monica and Missy arrived, they saw Luke follow into the operating room.

outside the hospital.

As soon as the three of Chandler arrived by taxi, they saw Shay and Dawson who had handed over the task come out.

"Hi~"

Ross waved to the more beautiful Shay.

Chandler didn't say a word, but his unconfident eyes also looked at Xia Yi from time to time.

Only Joey saw this, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he made a classic Joe-style greeting to Dawson again: "Hi, my name is Joey, an actor, how you doing?"

"We're friends with Luke."

Seeing that the two were an idiot and a coquettish one, Chandler could only hold back his unconfidence and said what he thought would impress the two women the most.

Shay and Dawson looked at each other and smiled.

Seeing this, the three of Ross laughed even more brilliantly.

Shay turned around and left, leaving Dawson to talk to them.

"My name is Chandler."

Ross hasn't divorced yet, so it's hard to say anything, but Chandler summoned up the courage and shouted at Xia Yi's back.

Xia Yi smiled back and got into the driver's seat of the ambulance.

Dawson also joked with Joey, then left on the grounds that he was going back to work, and gave Chandler and Ross a playful look before leaving.

After the ambulance left.

"OMG!"

Chandler suddenly became arrogant, his hands clenched into fists, and exclaimed his ex-girlfriend Janice's classic exclamation: "Luke is such a beautiful colleague!"

"Yes."

Ross's eyes were fascinated, and he had the same expression as his cousin who shook his head when he saw the BGM: "I just hope that she and Luke are just colleagues..."

"It doesn't matter to you whether it is or not, right?"

Chandler sneered: "You're a married person, so embarrassed?"

"My wife is lace!"

Ross growled.

Everyone looked over.

"You can be a little louder."

Chandler sneered.

The two start arguing over who can pursue Shay.

operating room.

"let's start."

After cleaning and disinfection, Maggie walked in, looked around at everyone, and announced the official start of the operation as the chief surgeon.

The nurse of Maggie's operation group skillfully pressed the music to play, and the soft melody sounded.

The duration of the operation is generally very long, and it is necessary to maintain a high degree of concentration for such a long time, and it is necessary to have assistance.

Therefore, many doctors like to listen to music or chat while performing surgery.

Maggie likes to listen to music.

"Change the disc."

Maggie glanced at Luke and instructed the nurse.

"Doctor, which one to change?"

Although the nurse was strange, she was the first to respond.

"Change Taylor Swift discs."

Maggie said lightly, "I think her songs are pretty good recently."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other.

They both often follow Maggie's surgery and know her preferences. Taylor Swift is not her style at all.

Only Luke felt his head hurt even more when he listened to Taylor's melody.

　Thank you Master Bai for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)