On Thanksgiving Day, Ephraim was busy in the kitchen with his belly for four months.

When she heard that Houston and Miller might also have dinner at home tonight, she suddenly panicked.

With her cooking skills, everyone in Galritton's apartment knows how to support this dinner?

"Tamiya will help you." Mo Mengchen said with a smile.

Ephraim believed that Momonchen could help her better, and she kept sending signals to her husband with a look of help that belonged to a woman.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Actually, you have a good cooking skills." Even Mo Mengchen didn't believe this, "They will definitely enjoy this dinner with all their hearts."

Unless they don't want to live anymore.

Ephraim is not sure: “Really?”

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

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

At this time, Hill and the others had arrived.

In addition to Hill, there is his wife Tamia, and their newborn daughter Laila.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

Hill asked diligently, and then the women were bombarded out of the kitchen.

"Where is our coolie?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill rolled his eyes and said he didn't know. He hugged his daughter in his arms, as if he was showing off. Then Mo Mengchen said, "Okay, I can hug three in another half a year."

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

Mo Mengchen clearly understood his background: "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 the couple. How did this guy know?

"Don't be surprised, you have to know that there are no secrets among women." Dor.mo raised his face proudly, "Although there are no secrets among women, Ephraim tells me everything."

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

Hill is undoubtedly an expert who makes excuses: "So what, I think a child is good, and Laila can get all the love between me and Tamia."

There is no doubt that the toughest man in Detroit sat in front of me.

"You said that's right," Mo Mengchen said, "but the genetic composition of the three children is also different. Some children are not good-looking, some are very good-looking; some are very smart, and some are very stupid; to be honest, I am very worried that Laila will inherit your appearance and IQ..."

"you!"

The tense atmosphere was about to appear, and the arrival of Houston and Miller made the atmosphere that Mo Mengchen had finally cultivated disappeared intovisibility.

"Is there anything you need help?" Miller was as attentive as Hill in the kitchen.

Children from poor families were already in their homes, and this sentence was applicable everywhere. Miller's diligence was by no means a joke. Mo Mengchen asked him to "slightly" help with cleaning in the living room, so he did a thorough cleaning like a full-time cleaner.

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

Mo Mengchen thought deeply, as if he was really considering this issue. Houston suppressed his smile and said to Mo Mengchen: "Can you send it to my house before this guy is exhausted? My house needs someone to clean it."

Hill was too lazy to mess with them, so he opened the refrigerator and wanted to find something to drink, but found that except soda and mineral water, the only wine inside was the Christmas gift Miller gave to Momonchen - vodka.

"You're going to drink these tonight?" Hill asked in disbelief.

Is there any problem? Mo Mengchen has no words, and his words are written on his face.

Hill said: "I think there should be a bit of atmosphere for so many people. This thing is really not enough to drink."

"I'll go out and buy some?" Miller was too attentive.

Look at this guy, and compare with Lewis who went to work at Hill's house last year, Devil Mountain sincerely feels that the difference between people is so big.

"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 it to vodka. I guess it was not to save money, but he thought the vodka was really delicious.

This seems to Hill to be a big mistake. Even Russians don’t like vodka. They are hyped up by some guys who have never drunk it. In fact, it is a very difficult thing to drink in the wine.

After Hill left, Laila started crying on the sofa.

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

"I asked you to be a coolie, but you lie down like your master. Is it appropriate?" Mo Mengchen coaxed Laila.

Houston didn't expect that he had some potential as a daddy.

"It's a mistake to choose me as a coolie!" Houston said confidently, "I can't cook, I never clean. I don't have anything else that I'm particularly good at except playing basketball and acting..."

It is amazing to be able to eliminate myself to this level in order not to work.

Mo Mengchen coaxed Laila until she fell asleep, gently placed it on the sofa, turned off the TV, and said, "Go out and have some breath?"

"Don't you stay and help?"

What kind of help does this guy think he can help?

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

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

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

"I heard that there are many basketball-related games here, most of which are shooting."

"You actually want to go to such a place to compete with passers-by to shoot? Wouldn't your conscience be upset?" Houston said proudly, "I don't do anything like this price loss!"

Half an hour after this sentence was said, Houston took the lead in sweeping the shooting machine in the basketball park, fixed-point shooting match, three-point game, one-minute countdown shooting match, and midfield shooting match.

He dominated the basketball park and won a prize of $3,000 and a bunch of cheap gifts. He divided the prize into ten pieces to the homeless people he met on the road, and then gave the gifts to the people he met on the road.

Just by dealing with bonuses and gifts for him, Mo Mengchen will temporarily withdraw his contempt for him.

"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."

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

"You're too modest," Houston couldn't believe he would say that, the guy sitting next to him was the most unmodest creature on earth, "we changed the temperament of the city."

There are indeed too many things that have been changed.

Mo Mengchen's personal effect attracted many businessmen. The rise of the Pistons made Detroit the focus, winning two consecutive championships with the run and bombardment, and their commercial value reached its peak. Now they compete with the Red Wings in the Auto City. If they continue like this, it is just around the corner to drive the Red Wings off the throne.

"Stop narcissism, we have changed nothing, Detroit is still as savage and vulgar as it was five years ago."

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

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

The good atmosphere was destroyed by this guy.

"Where do you have so many fantasies when you can't even start the game?" Mo Mengchen complained casually, amusing Houston.

The King of China Investment Corporation laughed and said, "Do you really think Ricky can replace me as the starter?"

"When we finished fighting with the Pacers, he had lost the opportunity to replace you." Mo Mengchen slowly started the car, "As long as you stay in your current state, nothing will change."

"I think I've taken up too much of the shots," Houston said.

Currently, Houston averages 23 points per game, with six more shots than in previous seasons, and his shooting percentage has dropped by 4 percentage points, but has recovered in recent games, and his average score is the highest in his career.

"This is probably not something that a guy who can't even sit firmly in the starting lineup should care about."

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

Houston was cursing, but he knew very well who the extra shots belonged to, but he just tacitly understood.

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

It would be too vulgar to put the words of thanks here. If you give back, maintaining your current performance will be the best reward, and he doesn't need to say anything.

dusk

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 with them, calling on them to go home and reunite with their families and enjoy the festival.

At the intersection of the stairs, Momonchen and Houston met Hill and Miller who had returned from buying wine.

Miller's face was flushed and he smelled alcohol all over, and he obviously drank a lot.

Hill has no problem.

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

Hill said he would not take the blame: "You have to ask Brad. He kept drinking when he arrived at the place, and called it a try for everyone..."

After drinking for four hours, Miller was just slightly drunk, and his alcohol content was really amazing.

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

Mo Mengchen suddenly turned around and said to his teammates: "It can be predicted that this dinner will be the most special Thanksgiving dinner you have ever had. I want you to promise me that you will eat the dinner clean and not leave any left."

Hill and others, who had unknown meanings, nodded naturally.

Dor.mo smiled, and they had seen this smile on the court, usually given to their opponents.
Chapter completed!