You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 68 The most important thing is to share
"I just want to be lazy?"

Mo Mengchen stared at the nearly destroyed prawn, and suddenly had the idea of ​​firing Medela. Destroying people's supper is like wearing a cuckold, which is unforgivable.

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

Calculating the time, Madeira happened to explode when she came back later.

Although the players pay attention to healthy diet, Mo Mengchen doesn't believe in it very much. The absorption and recovery functions of young people are beyond the imagination of those old scholars who proposed a healthy diet.

It's as if O'Neill's eating, drinking, and raising a body does not affect him becoming the most dominant center in history;
Jordan didn't have any healthy eating plan before the age of 33, holding a cup of Coke anytime, anywhere and eating whatever he wanted is the best player in history;
According to rumors, Chamberlain, who introduced healthy eating into the NBA, would eat ten hamburgers or a whole roast chicken at halftime when he was young.

When Pierce was young, Big Coke and Burger King were added every day, and he was stabbed dozens of times, but he was still alive and eating.

There are so many arguments to argue that one thing, the so-called healthy diet, is true, but it applies to players aged 33 and up.For young people, following this theory is asking for trouble. Those old bastards who are taboo can't eat it themselves, and they can't see others eat it, so they researched this set of theories.

"Dong dong!"

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

It was Lore, Ratliff, and Don Reid who came to visit.

"What's the matter?" Mo Mengchen asked.

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

"I'm absolutely sterile."

After saying that, Lore stayed away from Rhett and Ratliff.

"These two don't know." Lore said vigilantly.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, there are bacteria everywhere here, no matter how careful you are, they will still stick." Mo Mengchen stared at Rhett and Ratliff, "But I am making a late-night snack, and I hope to have a clean one , so I suggest you both wash your hands immediately."

Reid had heard about Mo Mengchen's culinary skills a long time ago, so he asked quickly, "Is there any share for us?"

Rhett and Ratliff came out after washing their hands, and walked around Mo Mengchen's room.

Although it was just a hotel room, it was obvious what this person liked and disliked.

The table is full of tactical drawings, UCLA's tactical manual, the University of North Carolina's wing defense map, and the "scalpel" tactic they played in the training game.

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

Mo Mengchen was stirring the prawns in the flour with chopsticks, when he heard him ask, he just said, "Not interested."

"Apart from the coach, who else would 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." Reid looked at it, confirming that there are trustworthy people around him. "Just his tactics, hehe"

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

"It's the best game you've ever played."

"You're more of a coach than a coach."

"Impeccable."

Mo Mengchen poured some cooking wine into it, then turned around and asked with a smile, "Really, do you really think so?"

Mo Mengchen's smile and seemingly harmless rhetorical question, to the other three people, it was like being asked to do a question on the stage, and the teacher had to ask it again in front of the whole class after finishing it: "Do you think this is right? "

"I don't think it's right." Lol said wittily.

Mo Mengchen looked at the time, and if Madeira didn't come back, he was really worried about an accident.

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

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

"It's good to be afraid of making mistakes, but sometimes it's not good. You're not creative because you're too afraid of making mistakes. It's important for you. If you want to have consistent playing time, it's important."

After finishing speaking, Mo Mengchen turned his eyes to Rhett: "You are too active."

"I understand." Rhett said with a smile.

"You understand?" Mo Mengchen said, "Then do you understand that you snatched some opportunities that belonged to Louis? Some of them are not where you should appear at all. You appeared, it was not because you were active, but because Louis gave the opportunities to you." Here it is, Don, I don't like running around like that."

Rhett's forehead felt hot.

"Remember, that was a stupid mistake."

Sweat broke out on Rhett's brow.

And finally Ratliff.

"Your defense can allow you to play in the NBA for many years," Mo Mengchen paused, "but this league has always been full of defensive players, you can't make yourself the best defender in the league, you are not indispensable What's missing, if you don't want to stabilize, you can stick to your current style, if you want the team to rely on you, if you want to be critical, I hope you practice a thousand or more free throw lines every day from today Jump shot."

"I'm coming home~"

"I'm coming home~"

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

After all, every singer hopes that his songs can be sung well
Even if Madela didn't sing it, the song was a hit.

"Oh, this is"

Rhett's eyes twinkled.

Madeira was also stunned: "Are you guys in a meeting?"

"It's just something unimportant, just give it to me."

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

Lore asked: "Amir, are you a fan of Ethan?"

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

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

"Maybe it's because he's a bit ugly?"

Madeira kept observing Mo Mengchen, but he didn't respond.

"Don't say that, maybe they just want to keep a low profile."

Mo Mengchen didn't care about their evaluation of Ethan. Singing was just a small hobby. He didn't intend to be famous, but just earned some attribute points in his spare time. But the creation cycle of a song was too long, and he couldn'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 that interest can only be regarded as interest.

But he admitted that when he heard Madeira come in humming "Caming home", he felt a little joy in his heart.

After the sauce was placed, Mo Mengchen slowly put the prawns wrapped in white flour into the oil pan.

Then he went down.

It is an extremely important food for him.

Noodles are easy to make, and there are many types. If you get tired of eating, you can change the pattern. There are [-] kinds of noodles in [-] places. If you eat this kind of noodles today, you can eat that kind tomorrow. No matter how you eat, you will never feel tired.

After a while, the room was filled with fragrance, and the stomachs of the other four people who didn't feel anything at first also started to make noises.

"Smells so good, Mo." Rhett started to spin around the frying pan.

The fried prawns look so tempting.

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

Mo Mengchen said: "Please, I am not used to eating alone."

"It seems that I need to learn more from you." Reid knew what Mo Mengchen meant, he smiled, picked up a fork, lifted a shrimp, and put it into his mouth.

Fresh and smooth, with umami-flavored juice overflowing in his mouth, Reid took the first bite, and he opened his eyes—how can there be such delicious things in this world?

"How about it?"

Ratliff and Lol gulped.

Rhett rolled his eyes, sharing?Go fuck share!
"Don't eat such an unpalatable thing, just leave it to me alone!"

"Put things down!"

Mo Mengchen filled a bowl of noodles by himself, poured the sauce he had prepared on it, then stirred it evenly with chopsticks, added two shrimps, and handed it to Medela.

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

Happiness came so suddenly, Madeira's hands trembled.

She couldn't believe that the mean boss had suddenly turned into a considerate little padded jacket, and it was time for her to make up her mind.

"Please believe, there will never be a next time." Madeira said.

"Eat." Mo Mengchen said.

Seeing Reid and the others scrambling to eat fried shrimp, Mo Mengchen was not in a hurry at all. He slowly filled a large bowl of noodles, poured the sauce on himself, and slowly turned the noodles over and over again, insisting on mixing I'm willing to speak when I'm done.

He didn't even check to see if there were any shrimps in the pot. He knew that there would be none left. These guys who don't know how to share are really annoying.

He took the chopsticks and twirled in the bowl.

His life was changing, and he was changing, and he knew very well that this was a very different life from his previous life, and it was time to move on.

"Really delicious."

Medela didn't expect that an ordinary bowl of noodles would become so delicious after being dipped in some unknown sauce.

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

Lol picked up a clean fork and dropped a shrimp from his plate into Momochen's bowl.

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

Rhett was not so happy. He looked around and found the smallest shrimp.

The most important thing is that they use clean knives and forks without mouth.

It's comforting.

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