You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 722 Needless to say
On Thanksgiving Day, Ephraim was busy in the kitchen with a four-month-old stomach.

When she heard that in addition to the Hill family, Houston and Miller might also have dinner at home tonight, she panicked all of a sudden.

As far as her culinary skills are concerned, everyone in Garidon's apartment knows everyone, how can she support this dinner?
"Tamiya will help you." Mo Mengchen said with a smile.

Ephraim thought that Mo Mengchen could help her better, and she kept sending signals to her husband with a woman's help-seeking eyes.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, actually your cooking skills are pretty good." Even Mo Mengchen didn't believe this, "They will definitely enjoy this dinner wholeheartedly."

Unless they don't want to live anymore.

Ephraim was not sure: "Really?"

"You have to believe in yourself." You also have to believe in their desire to survive.Mo Mengchen added in his heart.

Around nine o'clock, Mo Mengchen went to Saint Lucifer, went home with Sievers, and stayed at her house until twelve o'clock.

By this time, Hill and the others had arrived.

Hill was joined by his wife, Tamia, and their newborn daughter, Laila.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Hill asked courteously, and then was kicked out of the kitchen by the women.

"Where are our coolies?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill rolled his eyes to express that he didn't know, and hugged his daughter in his arms, as if to show off, and then Mo Mengchen said: "Okay, in half a year, I can hold three of them."

"What's so great about that?" Hill insisted, "Give me three years, and I can hold three!"

Mo Mengchen was very clear about his details: "As far as I know, Tamia has no intention of having a second child in the near future."

Hill looked at him in horror. This was clearly a whisper between their husband and wife. How did this guy know?
"Don't be surprised, you have to know that there are no secrets between women." Dor.Mo raised his face proudly, "Although there are no secrets among women, Ephraim told me everything."

If one excuse fails, you can only find another excuse.

Hill is undoubtedly an expert at making excuses: "So what, I think a child is fine, and Laila can get all the love from me and Tamia."

Without a doubt, the most vocal person in Detroit sits right in front of me.

"You are right to say so," Mo Mengchen said, "but the genetic makeup of the three children is also different. Some children are not good-looking, some are good-looking; some are smart, and some are stupid; to be honest , I am now very worried that Leila has inherited your beauty and IQ."

"you!"

The tense atmosphere was about to appear, and the arrival of Houston and Miller made the atmosphere that Mo Mengchen cultivated with great difficulty disappear invisible.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Miller was as insanely attentive as Hill in the kitchen.

Children from poor families start their own homes early. This sentence applies everywhere. Miller’s hard work is not just for fun. Mo Mengchen asked him to help clean the living room “a little bit”, so he is as helpful as a full-time cleaner. A big cleaning was carried out in a decent manner.

"Father, what do you want me to do?" Miller asked.

Mo Mengchen thought deeply, as if he was really thinking about this question, Houston held back his smile, and said to Mo Mengchen, "Can you deliver it to my house before this guy is exhausted? My house also needs someone to clean it."

Hill was too lazy to mess around with them, so he opened the refrigerator to find something to drink, only to find that there was mineral water in addition to soda, and the only alcohol in it turned out to be vodka, a Christmas gift Miller gave Mo Mengchen.

"Are you going to drink these tonight?" Hill asked in disbelief.

Any questions?Mo Mengchen didn't speak, the words were written on his face.

Hill said: "I think, with so many people, there should be some atmosphere. This is really not enough to drink."

"Shall I go out and buy some?" Miller was overly attentive.

Looking at this guy, and comparing it to Lewis who worked at Hill's last year, Devil Hills sincerely feels that there is a huge difference between people.

"I'll go with you."

Hill knew that the vodka in the refrigerator was given by Miller. On such an important festival, this guy gave vodka, presumably not to save money, but because he thought the vodka was really delicious.

In Hill's view, this was a big mistake. Even the Russians don't like vodka, and it's blown to the sky by some guys who have never drank it.

After Hill left, Laila cried on the couch.

Mo Mengchen had no choice but to come over to comfort the child, while Houston leaned on the sofa bored.

"I invited you to be a coolie, but you lie down like a master, is that right?" Mo Mengchen coaxed Laila.

Houston didn't expect that he still has the potential of a baby daddy.

"It was a mistake for you to choose me as a coolie!" Houston said eloquently, "I can't cook, I never clean, and I don't have any other special things except playing basketball and acting."

It is amazing to be able to bury yourself to such an extent in order not to work.

Mo Mengchen coaxed Leila to sleep, put her gently on the sofa, turned off the TV, and said, "Go out to get some air?"

"Aren't you going to stay and help?"

What does this guy think he can do to help?

Mo Mengchen looked at him with a funny face, and Houston also realized that he had said something stupid, so he got up, and the two walked out of the apartment, avoiding the 24-hour waiting fans, and came to the parking lot through a secret passage.

The two of them had nothing to do outside, they walked around, and suddenly stopped at the basketball park one kilometer away from Nairuo Street.

"Don't tell me you want to play basketball," Houston said.

"I heard that there are quite a few games related to basketball, most of which are shooting."

"You actually want to go to this kind of place to compare shots with passers-by? Doesn't your conscience feel uneasy?" Houston said proudly, "I won't do things like this kind of price drop!"

Half an hour after this sentence was finished, Houston took the lead in sweeping the shooting machine in the basketball park, the fixed-point shooting contest, the three-point contest, the 1-minute countdown shooting contest, and the halftime shooting contest.

He dominated the basketball park and won a $3000 bonus and a lot of cheap gifts. He divided the bonus into ten shares and gave them to homeless people he met on the road, and then gave gifts to people he met on the road.

For the way he handles bonuses and gifts, Mo Mengchen withdraws his contempt for him for the time being.

"The basketball atmosphere in Detroit is getting stronger and stronger," Houston said lightly. "When I first came, I couldn't imagine the scene in the streets and alleys."

Both were sitting in the car, Mo Mengchen leaned on the seat, looked outside, and said, "This shows that we are very successful."

"You're so humble," Houston can't believe he's saying that, and the guy sitting next to him is the most immodest creature on earth. "We've changed the mood of this city."

Indeed, too many things have been changed.

Mo Mengchen's personal effect has attracted many businessmen. The rise of the Pistons has brought Detroit into the spotlight. Their commercial value has reached the peak by winning two consecutive championships with running and bombing. Now they are fighting against the Red Wings in the Motor City. If they continue to do so Go down, and it's just around the corner to drive Red Wing off the throne.

"Stop being narcissistic, we haven't changed a thing, Detroit is still as brutal and vulgar as it was five years ago."

Houston was immersed in a beautiful fantasy, and Mo Mengchen's words brought him back to reality.

"Can't you give me a little room for imagination?" Houston said angrily.

The good atmosphere was ruined by this guy.

"The guy who can't sit still in the starting line-up, how can he have so many fantasies?" Mo Mengchen joked casually, amusing Houston.

CIC Wang laughed and said, "Do you really think Ricky can replace me as the starter?"

"When we finished fighting the Pacers, he has already lost the chance to replace you." Mo Mengchen started the car slowly, "As long as you maintain your current state, nothing will change."

"I feel like I'm taking too many shots," Houston said.

Currently, Houston is averaging 23 points per game, taking 6 more shots than in previous seasons, and his shooting percentage has dropped by 4 percentage points, but it has picked up in recent games, and his scoring average is the highest in his career.

"I'm afraid it's not something that a guy who can't even sit still in the starting lineup should care about."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen started the car and prepared to go home.

Houston was cursing. In fact, he knew very well who the extra shots belonged to, but it was just tacit understanding.

Next year is his contract year. By next summer, whether he is still a member of the Pistons will have to be discussed, but Mo Mengchen has reduced the number of shots without saying a word, allowing his stats to increase. He sees all of this .

It would be too vulgar to say thank you here. If it is a reward, maintaining the current performance is the best reward, and he doesn't need to say anything.

twilight
Mo Mengchen parked the car and walked outside the apartment with Houston. When the fans found out, they screamed. The bodyguards quickly stepped forward to separate the people. Mo Mengchen and Houston waved to them, calling on them to go home and reunite with their families , enjoy the holiday.

At the intersection of the stairs, Mo Mengchen and Houston met Hill and Miller who came back from buying wine.

Miller was flushed and smelled of alcohol, obviously drinking a lot.

Hill is fine.

"You bought wine for four hours?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill said that he didn't take the blame: "You have to ask Brad about it. He kept drinking as soon as he arrived, and he called it to help everyone try."

After four hours of drinking, Miller was only slightly tipsy, which is an astonishing amount of alcohol.

The four of them chatted all the way to the door of 250.

Mo Mengchen turned around suddenly, and said to his teammates: "It is foreseeable that this dinner will be the most special Thanksgiving dinner you have ever had, and I want you to assure me that you will eat the dinner cleanly. Not left."

Hill and the others who didn't understand the meaning naturally nodded.

Dor.Mo smiled. They have seen this smile on the court, and it is usually given to the opponent.

"Very well, I wish you all a pleasant meal."

(End of this chapter)