You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 938 Thanksgiving Covenant

Chapter 941 Thanksgiving Covenant
"Happy Thanksgiving, Stephen, with love from Dor.Mo!"

Classic games will always create some classic articles. The above headline appeared on the headlines of the sports section of the New York Times the next day.

After defeating the Raptors, the Pistons had a record of 12 wins and 1 loss before Thanksgiving, ranking first in the league.

Moreover, the five teams they have encountered recently: the Texas Three, the Timberwolves and the Raptors, except for the self-destructing Wolves, are all strong teams that can reach the playoffs, but after these five games, they won the fewest points The only game was 21 points against the Rockets.

"Such dominance has never been seen before!"

"The Pistons are probably the first team in history to play [-] regular-season games and feel like they've locked up a championship."

"I have a question: Why does a bad team like the Detroit Lions have a game on Thanksgiving, but the world-renowned Pistons can rest on Thanksgiving?"

Thanksgiving is coming, the team is on holiday, and the players go back to their homes to find their mothers.

This year, the Thanksgiving banquet will be held at Mo Mengchen's house, and Hill will bring his wife.

Tonight, Mo Mengchen has to cook a lot of dishes, but this is not a trouble, the real trouble does not come from the person who should be the trouble.

Dor.Mo looked at the leash in his hand, and Buddy squatting obediently in front of him and giggling, and couldn't help regretting his soft heart.

Madeira would go home every year to spend Thanksgiving with her family, and there was no problem in the past, but now she has a dog, and it is inconvenient to take it home, so she can only give it to Mo Mengchen to take care of it.

Mo Mengchen refused at first, but after her hard work, she could only agree.

"If you dare to shit and pee at my house, I'll send you back to Wang Xing, understand?" Dor. Mo uttered a powerless threat to a golden retriever who was sure he couldn't understand human language.

Buddy smiled and stuck out his tongue again.

When Mo Mengchen brought Buddy back to 250, Hill saw it and said on the spot: "Don't you hate cats and dogs the most? They are not pathogens?"

"Buddy, if you throw this guy down, I will thank you very much." Mo Mengchen said without expectation.

As a result, Buddy actually threw himself on Hill.

The dignified Devil Mountain, the active-duty chief small forward who was briefly elected No. 1 in the league, was thrown onto the sofa by Buddy.

"Buddy?" Hill said pleasantly. "It's called Buddy?"

"Yes." Mo Mengchen went to the kitchen to help.

Hill caressed Buddy, and remembered the trash talk that Mo Mengchen often said during training—"I'd rather pass the ball to Buddy"—at first everyone thought he was talking about "Flying Dog Buddy" The golden retriever, looking at it now, should be this golden retriever.

But the effect, the meaning, is the same.

They're both called Buddy, and they're both dogs.

So when Mo Mengchen said that sentence, it meant "I'd rather pass the ball to a dog".

Lore worked diligently, just like the people who were recruited to do manual labor in previous years, they were diligent in everything they did.

"Louis, don't be too busy, come and get to know our Buddy." Hill said.

"No, I love working." In fact, he was just worried that Mo Mengchen would see him slacking off and saying hurtful things like "I'd rather ask Buddy to help".

Hill, who sees through everything, smiled and said nothing: "Then do you love your life now?"

"Although there are troubles, isn't the true meaning of life is to see through all these and still love life?" Luo Er acted very strong, "So, yes."

He pretended to be the same thing, but Hill has always been paying attention to the troubles in the team, and anyone who has any abnormalities can't escape his observation.

"Including the attitude of the newcomers towards you?" Hill stroked Buddy's head, "Do you love it too?"

Lore stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes and said, "Just like you accept Mo's attitude towards you, I will accept it."

Hill laughed out loud, which made Lore feel very uncomfortable.

"I accept Mo's attitude because I know this guy is hopeless. Even if I destroy the world, he will still look like this. If that's the case, why should I waste my energy?" Hill kept rubbing Buddy's dog's head , The originally neat hair was completely ruined by him.

Luo Er didn't want to go deep into this topic. It didn't feel good to be seen through, especially by Hill.

Hill entered the league a year earlier than him and Mo Mengchen, and they have known each other for many years. Now that he knows that he can't even handle the first and second graders who just joined the team, it is really embarrassing.

Hill and Lore are very similar, they both have the image of a good old man, but the newcomers will not treat him as a buddy of the same generation because of Devil Mountain's good looks, he is still everyone's mother; Luo Er, who everyone gets along with, let alone his mother, he can't even catch an aunt.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen came out with a pot of things in his hands.

He was kicked out.

Originally wanted to show off some cooking skills, but Ephraim and Tamia hoped that the Thanksgiving dinner would be dominated by women, so the great Dor.Mo got a dumpling errand, which is really overkill.

"Louis, you really don't qualify as a coolie. I asked you to work, and I didn't ask you to pay for this idler's nonsense." Mo Mengchen's complaints really came.

Luo Er gave Hill a look, "You're going to hurt me", and then continued to clean the living room like a cleaner. Obviously these things can be left to the nanny, but Mo Mengchen let him do it.

This can't be blamed on Mo Mengchen, he also wants Luo Er to do some high-end work.

But unlike the rookies who worked in the past few years, he can do everything, so he can only do rough work.

"You say I'm an idler?" Devil Mountain dissatisfied, "If I didn't control this hell dog, I guarantee it will run all over your house, and the dog hair scattered all over the place will be small. It's bad for kids."

Mo Mengchen looked at Buddy who was constantly being rubbed on the dog's head.

If this is a hellhound, Hill's restless hand has already been gnawed off, right?
"What's the stuffing for this year's dumplings?" Hill asked suddenly.

"To celebrate your upcoming 31st birthday, I specially prepared pigskin, beef tendon, and fish eggs. Enjoy them." Mo Mengchen listed a bunch of things that made Hill sick.

But Hill clearly saw lean meat and shellfish in the dumpling stuffing, so he can be sure that these remarks are completely nonsense.

"What's wrong with being 31? You're going to be 30 soon." Hill leaned back.

Speaking of age, Lore raised his head and interjected: "Time flies, I'm 30 too."

"Sweep your place." Mo Mengchen made the dumplings quickly, skillfully, like a chef with many years of experience.

The three of them chatted casually, saying something here and there, without any core content.

After Mo Mengchen came, Hill and Luoer stopped talking about newcomers, Mo Mengchen also forgot about it, and just focused on dinner tonight.

"Why can't you cook at your house for Thanksgiving?" Hill said the biggest confusion, "Isn't this a waste of time?"

After making the dumplings, Mo Mengchen spread his hands and said, "Women are such strange creatures. They are keen on showing their weaknesses to others on important festivals."

Lol is done too, but he won't be staying for dinner.

Before leaving, Mo Mengchen packed the dumplings he made and asked Luoer to take them: "Give it to your mother, she is a good cook, don't give it to Ella."

Luo Er took the dumplings made by Mo Mengchen, said happy holidays, and left.

Mo Mengchen could see that he had something on his mind, and knew what he was worrying about, but this matter could not be resolved by him with a single sentence, as it was the case with many things, even if we wanted to intervene, there was nothing we could do.

After sending Lol to the parking lot, Mo Mengchen returned to the apartment and opened the door of Room 250. Buddy came over to greet him. He was very smart and knew who was the boss here, but unfortunately, he was not the one who cooked tonight.

"Mo. If you're half as fast as a fast break, we're done saying Thanksgiving," Hill urged.

Mo Mengchen took the seat, except for the children who were put in the living room and no one cared about them, all the adults had already taken their seats.

"First of all, I would like to thank the Hill family. Tamia has helped me a lot." Ephraim said.

Especially when it came to helping her get Mo Mengchen out of the kitchen, she worked very hard.

Tamia smiled and said, "Thank you Ephraim for your kind invitation, and thank you Mo for your hospitality."

I also thank you and Ephraim for pushing me out of the kitchen with all my might.

Dor.Mo brooded.

When it was Hill's turn, he raised his glass and said, "Then I would like to thank my dear old man again for his hospitality."

After they were all thanked, what else could Mo Mengchen say?
"Since you have thanked everything that should be done, I hope to make an agreement with Grant."

"What agreement."

"Next year's Thanksgiving, I hope we can work together to drive the self-righteous women out of the kitchen and let them know who is the best at cooking." Of course, Hill is definitely a burden, but at this moment he must be supported.

Hill laughed loudly, picked up the wine glass and touched Mo Mengchen, which was regarded as an agreement.

This is the sixth Thanksgiving that the Mo family and the Hill family spent together, time flies.

The first time they spent Thanksgiving together, there were no champions, no kids, and even married, young men of blood.

Today, they are married, have children, hold four championship rings, and are over [-] years old.

Time always flows away so silently, bringing everything and taking everything away.

(End of this chapter)