"Don't I just want to be lazy?"

Mo Mengchen stared at the almost destroyed prawns and suddenly gave birth to the idea of ​​frying Medela. Destroying people with midnight snacks is like wearing a cuckold, and it is unforgivable.

Momonchen disassembles the flour, puts it in water, and mixes the shrimp into it.

Calculate the time, Medela will start to explode when she comes back later.

Although players pay attention to healthy diet, Mo Mengchen does not believe in that. Young people's absorption and recovery functions are not something that old scholars who propose healthy diets can imagine.

It’s like O’Neal’s eating and drinking and maintaining weight will not affect his becoming the most dominant center in history;

Jordan didn't have any healthy eating plan before he was 33 years old. He was the best player in history to hold a cup of Coke in his hand anytime and anywhere.

According to rumors, Chamberlain, who introduced a healthy diet to the NBA, had to eat ten burgers or a whole roast chicken during the half-time break.

When Pierce was young, he was stabbed dozens of times a day and still ate it vividly. I won’t say that it’s delicious.

So many arguments can prove one thing: the so-called healthy diet is real, but it is suitable for players who are 33 years old. For young people, following this set of things is asking for trouble. Those old bastards who are jealous of food cannot eat it themselves or be ashamed of others, so they have developed this set of theory.

"Dongdong!"

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The people who came to visit were Lor, Ratliff and Don Reed.

"Is there anything wrong?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Lor raised his hands first: "Mom, I've finished washing my hands. I washed them back and forth five times according to the seven-step washing method you taught me. It was absolutely clean. I still wore gloves when I opened the door just now."

“I’m definitely sterile.”

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

"I don't know these two." Lor said vigilantly.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, there are bacteria everywhere here, so no matter how much you pay attention, it will stick." Mo Mengchen stared at Red and Ratliff, "But I'm making late-night snacks. I hope to have a clean late-night snack, so I suggest you two wash your hands right away."

Reed had heard that Mo Mengchen was very good at cooking. After hearing what he said, he hurriedly asked, "Is there any share for us?"

Reed and Ratliff washed their hands and walked around Momonchen's room.

Although it is just a hotel room, it is obvious that this person's likes and dislikes can be seen.

The table was covered with tactical drawings, UCLA's tactical manuals, the wing side defense maps of the University of North Carolina, and the "scalpel" tactic they once played in training games.

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

Mo Mengchen was stirring the shrimps in the flour with chopsticks. When he heard him ask, he just said, "I'm not interested."

"Who else would put so much tactical-related things besides the coach?"

"Just take a look, the real coach will only work harder than me." Mo Mengchen said lightly.

"You're wrong, for example, our coach, I never believe there are so many books and drawings related to tactics in his room," Reed looked at it and confirmed that he could trust people around him. "Just his tactics, hehe..."

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

"This is the best game you've ever played."

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

“Improveable.”

Mo Mengchen poured some cooking wine in, then turned around and asked with a smile: "Do you really think so?"

Mo Mengchen's smile and seemingly unmalignant remarks seemed to be called to the stage to do the test. After finishing the work, the teacher had to ask in front of the whole class: "Do you think this is right?"

"I don't think it's right..." Lor said wisely.

Mo Mengchen looked at the time. Medela would not come back. He was really worried about something unexpected.

"Mo, if there is any problem, can you tell us?" said Ratliff.

Mo Mengchen leaned back and said, "Louis, you're not active enough. If you can run like Don, you'll get a lot of opportunities, your three-point shooting percentage is 10 percentage points higher than him."

"It is good to be afraid of making mistakes, but sometimes it is not good. You lack creativity because you are too afraid of making mistakes. This is important to you. If you want to have a stable playing time, it is important."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen's eyes turned to Reid: "You are too active."

"I understand..." Reed said with a smile.

"You understand?" Mo Mengchen said, "Do you understand, you snatch some opportunities that belong to Louis? Some of them are not the positions you should appear at all. You appear, it is not because you are active, but because Louis gave the opportunity to you, Don, I don't like such a running position."

Reed's forehead was hot.

"Remember, that's a stupid mistake."

Reed's forehead sweated.

Finally, it was Ratliff.

"Your defense can allow you to play in the NBA for many years," Mo Mengchen paused, "but this league has never lacked people who can defend. You can't make yourself the best defender in the league. You are not indispensable. 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 become the key, I hope you practice a thousand or more free throw jump shots every day starting today."

“I’m  coming  home~”

“I’m  coming  home~”

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

After all, every singer hopes that his song can be sung...

Even if Medela doesn't sing, this song is very popular.

"Oh, this is..."

Reed's eyes flashed.

Medela was also stunned: "Are you in a meeting?"

"It's just something irrelevant, give me the stuff."

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

Lor asked, "Amil, are you an Ethan's fan?"

Medela glanced at Mo Mengchen with a slight look: "Of course, I am undoubtedly an Ethan's fan!"

"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.

"It's possible that he's a little ugly?"

Medela kept observing Mo Mengchen, but he had no reaction.

"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 little interested. He didn't plan to become famous, but he just used his spare time to earn some attribute points. However, the creation cycle of a song was too long and he could not sing on stage like a real singer. Therefore, it was basically impossible to earn a lot of attribute points by singing.

Mo Mengchen is very clear that interest can only be used as interest.

But he admitted that when he heard Medela enter with a humming "Caming   home" open, he felt a little joy in his heart.

After the sauce was placed, Momonchen slowly put the shrimps wrapped in white flour into the oil pan.

Then he went downstairs.

It is an extremely important food for him.

If you eat noodles, it is easy to make and there are many types. If you are tired of eating, you can change your style. There are 100 kinds of noodles in 100 places. If you eat this today, you can eat that tomorrow. You won’t feel tired of it no matter how you eat it.

After a while, the room was full of fragrance, and the other four people who had no feeling had started to speak.

"It smells so good, Mo." Reed began to spin next to the oil pan.

The fried shrimp looks so tempting.

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

Mo Mengchen said, "Please, I'm not used to eating alone."

"It seems I want to learn more from you." Red knew that Momon Chen was pointing something, so he smiled, picked up a fork, pushed a shrimp up, and put it in his mouth.

Fresh and smooth, with umami-tasting oil everywhere in his mouth. Reed took the first bite and opened his eyes - How could there be such a delicious thing in this world?

"How about it?"

Ratliff and Lor swallowed.

Reed's eyes rolled, share? Fuck it!

"You don't eat anything so bad, just leave it to me alone!"

"Put down!"

Mo Mengchen put a bowl of noodles himself, poured the sauce he prepared himself, stirred evenly with chopsticks, added two shrimps, and handed them to Medela.

"Although you've done something bad, it's a reward for your busy day."

Happiness came too suddenly, and Medela's hands were shaking.

She couldn't believe that the mean boss suddenly became a considerate little cotton-padded jacket. Now was the time for her to make up her mind.

"Please believe that there will never be another next time," said Medela.
To be continued...