November 24, 2005

This day is Thanksgiving.

People from other places follow the customs of the countryside, and Mo Mengchen is also accustomed to celebrating Thanksgiving on Thursday of the fourth week of November every year.

This is also the first time in eight years that I haven't seen Grant Hill's fat face on Thanksgiving because Hill is receiving treatment in Apolis.

It is rare that Mo Mengchen can simply celebrate Thanksgiving with his wife and children, which belongs only to their family.

This morning, when Mo Mengchen woke up, the first thing he did was to check the kitchen utensils and then wash.

"Doctor Mo, please tell me that the chef is you tonight." Adrian walked in.

Adrian Orrenner, now a 19-year-old young man, is handsome and handsome, about to enter Michigan State University and serves as a Detroit star quartile.

He will become a Michigan State student and will also be on the college football team. In the future, he will try to challenge the NFL if possible.

However, his figure is too thin. Mo Mengchen heard that NFL scouts generally do not like him to become a professional football player.

Mo Mengchen couldn't understand why a lawyer sister and an NBA superstar brother-in-law had a football player influenced by him?

"Yes, my chef tonight." Mo Mengchen replied.

Upon hearing this, Adrian breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God!"

His reaction was exaggerated. Ephraim had a bad cooking skills in the past, but after so many years, practice makes perfect. Through training day and night, he has achieved some success. Adrian's reaction was like eating his sister's dinner would poison him to death.

Mo Mengchen asked, "How is the new school?"

"It's a sloppy, it's definitely not as good as the University of Washington." Adrian glanced.

"Michigan State University is also a prestigious school. Being able to attend such a school means that my tutoring for you is not a waste of time," Mo Mengchen said.

That was a period of time that Adrian didn't want to look back on.

"Doctor Mo, just one tortilla can feed me." Adrian looked like there were other shows and didn't want to waste time with Dor.Mo.

Mo Mengchen hung him while making corn cakes.

With full ingredients, a sweet tortilla takes only seven minutes.

"bite!"

Momonchen made two tortillas for Adrian.

"By the way, can Grant really not come back this year?" Adrian asked.

He has asked this question for the fourth time in the past three days.

"If you want him, we can talk to him tonight." Mo Mengchen said.

"Don't, you know how long-winded he is. Having an older sister is enough!" Adrian shook his head in horror.

Adrian had many stupid ideas, and his views on Hill were one he rarely agreed with.

"Goodbye, Dr. Mo," said Adrian.

After Adrian left, Ephraim walked to the kitchen with tired eyes: "It seems that my disobedient brother has already taken the lead?"

"Disobedient?"

"Don't you know? He's been dating a few girls recently."

With Adrian's appearance, even if he dates ten girls at the same time, Mo Mengchen would not be surprised.

What surprised him was, why did this day come so late?

Are the girls around him all good women who pay attention to their inner self? It is already amazing to have a Jessica who doesn't value her appearance. If they are all like this, Mo Mengchen really wants to praise the simple customs of Michigan.

"So, I still miss him when he was a fat man more." Mo Mengchen made breakfast, "Besides being too fat, there is no other worry. Now, we are not only worried about whether he is doing well in the new school, but also whether he will be given a young, beautiful but possessive woman because of his footsteps..."

"No way?"

No? Ito Makoto's spirit in heaven is watching us.

However, when it comes to walking on several boats, Dr. Mo felt that he was not qualified to laugh at Adrian.

"I believe he will handle it." Ephraim has not been very concerned about this brother since Adrian grew up, or when he was eighteen years old.

Because at the same time, she and Mo Mengchen's children entered a stage of rapid growth, and even the youngest Salon was almost 3 years old.

“Is there breakfast here?”

Another one to eat and drink.

"No." Mo Mengchen had actually made a three-person sandwich.

Medela, who came to the kitchen on his own initiative, said: "If I asked Buddy to perform an acrobatic for you, can you give me a bite, boss?"

Mo Mengchen carefully blocked the sandwich and said, "If you want Buddy to perform acrobatics to bring the sandwich on the table into your hands, we will be able to eat dog meat tonight."

Although Ephraim is not interested in dog meat, Mo Mengchen's threat is still a bit too cruel.

Medela has long been accustomed to Mo Mengchen's threat, but Buddy has lived under this threat for three or four years.

"Badi, follow me and read together-" Medela said to Mo Mengchen with a sarcastic voice: "I~lo~ve   you~"

Mo Mengchen's face changed slightly, and then the clever dog really imitated Medela's appearance and made a "I   love     you" sound less standard.

Should I praise Buddy for being smart, or is Medela too devoted? When she asked Buddy to learn from her "I    love                                                                                                           �

This woman is getting more and more...

"Not bad, I'll give it to you." Mo Mengchen put the sandwich on the table and made it again.

Ephraim is not a suspicious woman. She suspected that Medela and Momonchen had another relationship, but there was never any substantial evidence. After so many years, this beautiful assistant was still alone.

Even Medela is no longer young.

Everyone is no longer young.

The harm that the scumbag brought to her back then should have disappeared long ago. No one knows why she remains single.

"Amil, are you going home for Thanksgiving this year?" asked Ephraim.

Medela laughed and said, "I plan to go home for Thanksgiving."

They were chatting, and Mo Mengchen suddenly said, "Who will bring me some chicken breasts?"

"Leave it to me." Medela opened the refrigerator and skillfully opened a freezer filled with chicken breasts. She picked out a piece of moderate size and handed it to Mo Mengchen.

Ephraim approached and wanted to see what Momonchen planned to make with this chicken breast.

"Ladies, please back."

There is no new trick. Mo Mengchen just roasts the chicken breasts and packs them, and then uses tableware to make them into pieces with skim milk containing protein powder.

It was very unpalatable and he was used to it.

This kind of life lasted for several years. He had to admit that his ability to recover did deteriorate with his age. He used to eat and drink like that, but he had nothing to do when he woke up the next day. Now if he eats randomly, he will feel uncomfortable when he gets up.

Mo Mengchen had breakfast, roasted chicken breasts and some sauces, which were quite delicious.

No matter what good things are, if you eat them every day, you will feel disgusted, let alone the delicious chicken breasts?

Plus a cup of turbid skim milk.

If Mo Mengchen suddenly announces his retirement one day, this is the key reason.

Buddy looked at the chicken breast on his plate. He had already eaten a sandwich, but was not satisfied.

"Amil, why is Buddy so greedy?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Medela quickly transformed Mo Mengchen's offensive into nothing: "That's because Dr. Mo's cooking skills are far better than me, and even dogs can eat food."

It's so good that she has nowhere to vomit even if she wants to complain about it.

"Amil, are your family members okay?" Ephraim asked suddenly.

"It's okay..." Medela replied.

"Will they urge you to find a boyfriend?" Ephraim asked with a smile.

"Of course." Medela said complacently, "and I have a boyfriend."

After saying that, she glanced at Mo Mengchen - I just wish Ephraim could find out!

"Really!" Ephraim asked in surprise, "have we seen it?"

Medela saw Mo Mengchen's a little angry but didn't dare to show it, and then said, "We have just started dating, but I'm not sure. If I think he is the man I want, I will introduce it to you."

Ephraim seemed to be particularly happy for her and said, "I hope that day will come soon."

You can't be angry, you can't be angry with her, she is so "naughty". Don't forget how many times she has angered you over the years...

Mo Mengchen tried hard to control himself.

"Oh by the way, Ephraim, your family..." As soon as she said that, Medela realized that she had said the wrong thing. She was too proud for a moment and forgot that Ephraim was like Mommonchen and had no relatives.

"Sorry, I..."

Ephraim smiled reluctantly and said, "It's no big deal."
Chapter completed!