ball magic

When Raphael and Juan came home, of course Bart was the first to greet them, the lovely Bart.

But besides Bart, there is the equally lovely Louis and his not-so-cute old father.

There is a reason for saying that, of course.

Because his old father not only gave him a suffocating hug after meeting him, but also looked at him with wet eyes.

It was difficult for Raphael to describe what kind of look it was, but he saw Byron not far away, looking at him with gloating expression.

This made Raphael sigh in his heart, and when he passed by his adoptive father, he slapped him on the stomach and reminded: "Eat less at night. You need to lose weight."

Luis agrees: "Lose weight! Lose weight! Alex needs to lose weight just like Dad."

Javier who just came home from get off work: "..."

What does this have to do with me? My wife and I are being implicated even if we are called over for a meal?

But when Raphael's eye knife swept over, Javier immediately persuaded: "I will start swimming tomorrow morning."

Compared to running or something, he still accepts this better, so it should be easy to persevere, right?

Byron: "..."

This guy is so useless!How could he just surrender like that?

What's wrong with us being fat?

Fat star people also have to live with dignity!

In fact, Raphael didn't bother to ask whether this fat star wanted to lose weight, and how to lose weight, because he was hungry.

Reminded by him, Juan, who only ate a piece of pizza to pad his stomach, obviously thought the same way.

They quickly went upstairs and came down quickly in tacit understanding. At this time, the family was waiting for them in the dining room, and even Bart was squatting in front of Hughes.

When Raphael came to the restaurant briskly, his eyes swept away, and he saw the grilled chicken that was partially burnt because the chicken leg and chicken wings were not properly plated.

In all fairness, it looks better than Raphael expected.

Then he saw the large plate of baked spaghetti, the aroma in the restaurant came from it, without tasting it, Raphael knew it was a success, maybe he could taste a small piece?

Just one piece.

As for the big pot, he guessed right, it was indeed tiramisu.

But tiramisu doesn't pay much attention to appearance, as long as it tastes good, he can also have a spoonful.

After making up his mind, Raphael sat beside Louis under his command and listened to his introduction of today's dinner.

Rafael looked at Hughes while listening to the little ghost's explanation, and when Louis spoke, he interjected a compliment: "The lasagna looks very good, and the roast chicken is also more successful than I thought. "

Hughes smiled.

He thought that the grilled chicken would look better without little Louis, but his son didn't care, and he didn't want to share the pot with cute little Louis.

They happily shared the chicken, and under Juan's surprised gaze, Raphael also dug up a piece of lasagna.

Juan got up silently, and got a piece for himself.

At worst, accompany Rafa to the gym.

Because the lasagna was so delicious, Juan tasted it first, and after he said a lot of compliments, Hughes had already smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Raphael looked up and asked Hughes: "The taste is very good, where did you learn it?"

Hughes pointed at Byron: "He picked it up from the Internet and said it was a recipe praised by many people."

Raphael: "..."

This is indeed something this greedy fat man can do.

But Byron argued: "I didn't mess around, the recipe was published by the Michelin two-star restaurant on the Network!"

This was beyond Raphael's expectation. There are still restaurants, and such successful restaurants publish their recipes on the Internet?

But rather than pursuing the recipe, he now wants to taste the delicacy on the plate.

When he finished his spaghetti, he pointed his knife and fork at the roast chicken, which was tender and juicy, and although there were a few areas for improvement, the taste was still very good.

He couldn't help but look at Hughes, only to find Hughes looking at him when he looked up.

The wet and soft gaze made Raphael swallow the words he was going to say, and reorganized the language.

"Papa, I'm sure, in terms of cooking, I should have inherited it from you."

The restaurant was quiet for a moment.

Juan looked at Rafa in surprise, then at Hughes, and then at Javier.

Javier was obviously more shocked than him, so that the whole person looked confused.

This caused Juan to give him a light kick under the table.

It was also this kick that brought Javier back to his senses.

They were filled with emotions, but Hughes' eyes became even more moist.

After a few seconds, Hughes calmed down and said in a low voice: "I'm glad you like it. If you don't count your babyhood, this is the first time I've prepared meals for you."

Byron heard that his voice was not right, and scolded his stupid father in his heart, but saved the day and said: "Then you should thank Louis, if you don't have Louis as your helper, you must have made a mess."

This sentence made Louis proudly boast about himself, "Louis is amazing! Louis will also help Papa, and will supervise Rafa's fried chicken! Fried chicken, fried chicken!"

Raphael didn't expect that Louis would remember what happened 2 years ago, although the kid seemed more like remembering the taste of fried chicken.

He was still surprised, but Louis was already looking at him eagerly: "Fried chicken, fried chicken."

"Tomorrow," Rafael was defeated by his expectant eyes, and promised: "We will do it together tomorrow."

He said the latter sentence to Hughes.

Hughes nodded amid Louis' cheers.

He was already looking forward to tomorrow.

After dinner, Raphael also tasted the tiramisu which was mainly done by Louis.

Although some finger biscuits have been soaked for too long, some may not be soaked well, and the liqueur in the coffee liquid is a bit too much, and the stacking of biscuits is not very regular.

But in any case, this is Louis' work, and Raphael will of course give him a thumbs up.

The little guy also gave him a wet kiss back, and he didn't forget to say: "Fried chicken, let's make fried chicken together tomorrow!"

Now the whole family laughed.

Later, Rafael and Juan did two laps in the pool.

They chatted about today's game and also about today's dinner.

It's a good day.

After saying goodnight to Juan, Raphael returned to his room.

Before going to take a shower, he checked his phone first. After seeing the good night text message from Aimar, he was a little bit disappointed, but he still sent him a series of kisses.

Louis thought of fried chicken, he also thought of the delicious little pudding, and Bambi that belonged only to him.

After a quick shower, he too was ready for sleep.

As he turned off the lights, he said thank you.

This belongs to the silicon-based people.

He wants to thank Him again for what he has now.

Aimar is busy on matchday.

Their opponent today is Las Palmas, located on the Canary Islands of Gran Canaria.The island is about 210 kilometers from the coast, and 10 times that distance from Valencia.

They were unlucky when they came. The team didn't get a direct flight, so they had to make a connecting flight and fly one day in advance.

So after arriving, they had such a long rest time.

He gets the perfect start to the day, like someone's good night text and good morning greeting.

On the morning of the match day, Aimar's main job is to step on the field. At 3 pm, they will welcome their opponents.

During lunch, he also received a text message from someone.

But Aymar was not happy.

Very unhappy!

He angrily scolded this guy: [I made fried chicken and didn't give it to me, so I shouldn't have told me! ]

He was so greedy for that fried chicken, it was really delicious!

Woo!He is so hungry!

This made Aimar finish his lunch without eating.

After lunch, they rested for more than an hour, then got on the bus and came to the stadium again.

During the warm-up before the game, Aimar deliberately walked around the two restricted areas of the stadium for a while.

This is of course a lesson learned from someone who almost slipped and fell in front of the door.

Of course, these words don't need to be told to someone.

Ayala, who also watched the game, couldn't be happier to see him in action.

Aimar also smiled after seeing his gaze.

After warming up and returning to the player tunnel, he said to Ayala: "I think I'm in a good state today, maybe I can score a goal."

Although he is also an attacking midfielder, unlike guys like Rafael and Rivaldo, his desire to score goals is not as strong. Even if someone taught him to make his own cakes several times last season, he would Not exactly followed through.

Because he is Pablo Aimar, he has his own style of football.

But today was different, he wanted to score and he felt he could score.

Ayala said with a smile: "Isn't that a good thing? Maybe you can get someone lucky. He has scored 3 goals in 7 games, and the Italian media has already started to praise him."

Irving's hat-trick and Raphael's free-kick hat-trick before were both played in the national team and have nothing to do with Serie A.

But it was different for Raphael wearing a hat for 7 minutes yesterday, which is a real Serie A record.

It's just that Palma is a little pitiful...

Divide someone's dribble?

Aimar smiled, he wanted to share someone's fried chicken more now.

Perhaps it was the fried chicken that inspired him, because Aimar scored a goal in the right rib of the penalty area only 3 minutes into the game.

Such an unexpected joy, after hugging his teammates, he went to the camera to emphasize: "Fried chicken! Remember my fried chicken!"

He really loves that fried chicken, like loving someone.

In the end they won the game 2-1.

Although the lack of zero opponents made the coach Benitez, who also pays attention to defense, a little dissatisfied. After the game, he talked about tactics in the locker room for more than ten minutes, but everyone was still very happy.

Aimar is no exception, after all, he scored his first goal in the league today in the new season.

But they had to be busy packing their things and catching up with the direct flight, otherwise, they would be waiting for another few hours of exhausted travel.

But even after catching the flight, Aimar returned to Valencia Airport three hours later.

It was already past 8 o'clock in the evening.

Tired and hungry, he also bought a sandwich on the way.

But when he thought of someone's fried chicken, he felt wronged.

When he got home and packed his bags, he ate a sandwich and called someone.

Because of the fried chicken, when he thought of someone, he was full of resentment, but when he heard someone yelled "babe" frivolously, his grievance dissipated.

And someone was still boasting about his goals, and after boasting a lot, asked him what he was going to have for dinner.

Because he no longer complained, Aimar said honestly: "I bought a sandwich when I left the airport."

Someone on the phone laughed: "I thought you'd buy fried chicken."

Aimar snorted, he didn't like the kind sold by street food carts.

Of course Raphael knew what to say at this time. He promised as if coaxing Louis: "This national game day, if we are called up, I will borrow the kitchen of the base to make fried chicken for you."

Aimar hesitated: "It's too high-profile, it will be published in the newspaper."

Raphael could hear his struggle, but bewitched, "Do you care?"

Amal gave him a blank stare.

After being with this guy, how could he care about the media?

"Then you have to make a lot of them, or you won't get enough points, and those guys will definitely rob me then!"

These are all trivial matters, Raphael agreed wholeheartedly.

The fried chicken was right in front of him, and Aimar felt that the sandwich had become much more delicious, so he couldn't help but care about someone, "How is your day?"

Someone said indifferently: "Staying at home, what good or bad can it do?"

"Liar!" Aimar snorted, "I received 4 update push messages from Network today, and you sent 4 updates!"

Regardless of whether someone is the founder of Network, the purpose of setting up this website is to "speak out", but he rarely posts news, and was even called Yuechang Boy by fans at one time.

Such a lazy guy, 4 times a day, dare not admit it?

Raphael just smiled and didn't refute.

At this moment, Aimar also came upstairs with his sandwich. When he plugged in the internet cable, opened his laptop, and opened someone's homepage, he would explode!

"Raphael!"

But someone is already laughing.

Because the latest news posted by someone is a photo of him holding a fried chicken leg and taking a photo with the TV!

The picture on the TV is him who is full of yearning for fried chicken!

Ahhhhh!

Emma is awesome!

"I promise you can eat it on this national team match day. If you don't get it, just eat me, okay?"

Aimar was about to explode, "Who wants to eat you! Dreaming!"

Raphael pretended to be disappointed: "I'm not as good as fried chicken?"

Aimar snorted: "It was still comparable, but now you don't want to compare with fried chicken."

As he said, he dragged the touchpad down, and after reading all the dynamics posted by someone, he found that his life today is so fulfilling——

In the morning, Hughes and I go fishing in our own lake, walk the dog, walk the ducks, and send Network.

In the morning, I played football with Hughes and Louis, and sent Network.

At noon, I cook with Hughes and Louis and post on Network.

Finally, watch his game, take a photo with fried chicken, etc., and let's post it too!

After perusing the photos, Aimar reconfirmed that someone had a great day.

Look, he is smiling in every photo.

What this means, perhaps only the fans understand.

Those fans who were shocked when they saw "The Prince with the Garland".

How could Rafael accept that his status in the heart of his lover was lower than that of fried chicken?

He asked: "Publido, why are you ignoring me? Am I really inferior to fried chicken?"

"I'm just emotional."

"Feeling?"

"I feel that fried chicken makes you fat, so let's lose weight honestly."

"...Paburido, I repeat, I will make you fried chicken, and jealousy is not a virtue."

Aimar snorted, Virtue?

Aren't those things that he discarded when he was with him?

Aimar bickered with him while saving the photos.

By the time the sandwiches were gone, he too was sleepy.

Before going to brush his teeth and take a shower, he asked: "Rafa, do you want to transfer?"

In fact, before asking this question, he already had the answer.

He believed that Rafa would return to England sooner or later, not because of Manchester United or Ferguson, but because of his father there.

The soaring eagle also has to return home, and Raphael will return home sooner or later.

Raphael responded without much hesitation: "I used to hesitate, but now I won't. Because I know he really wants me to go back."

Aimar smiled and said, "Crazy girl, you weren't so honest before."

Raphael didn't want this nickname. He first warned Aimar that if he called him that again, he would call him the gluttonous princess.

Only after that did he say: "This could be Jaminia."

"he?"

Because of the shock, Aimar's drowsiness dissipated.

"Well, that's him. We're luckier than him."

Aimar turned his mind twice, and finally understood.

Compared to Jaminia, they are indeed lucky.