You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

The most troublesome thing on Thanksgiving is preparing gifts.

There are a lot of people Mo Mengchen knows. The hospital will send some, the team will also send some, and the friends in the distance will also send some. When they return home, the neighbor next door will also send some.

Calculating in this way, just giving a gift is a small sum of money, although it is not a big problem for him.

Mo Mengchen patiently prepared breakfast, and some boring trivia was temporarily left behind.

The regular season just played 10 games, the Pistons 5 wins and 5 losses, this record I'm sorry for their staffing.

You know, before the start of the season, many people were optimistic that they occupied the top three in the eastern rankings, but now they are only at the threshold of the playoffs, and they will fall out of the top eight if they are careless.

"Dr. Mo, good morning!"

Adrian came and came to the door.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, sister's craft, you know..." Adrian gave Mo Mengchen a self-explanatory smile on the morning of Thanksgiving Day.

I understand, Adrian.

Mo Mengchen not only understood his voice, but also heard the subtext in the voice.

Ephraim is not good at cooking, he hasn't eaten breakfast yet, so he is here to rub a breakfast, anyway, he is also a habitual offender.

Ever since Mo Mengchen and Ephraim established a relationship, Adrian has often come here for breakfast.

"What about Ephraim?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Adrian spoiled Mo Mengchen's sofa. Hearing this, he replied aloud: "She said she learned a new sandwich method. I was worried about the upgraded version of the dark sandwich, so I escaped."

"So, is she making sandwiches now?"

Mo Mengchen is more worried about 280 kitchenware.

"Yes, Dr. Mo, when will you say that your sister can see the reality?"

"What reality?"

"She has no talent for cooking."

"There is no talent to learn slowly. It is a good thing to try, Adrian."

Mo Mengchen wanted to teach the little fart boy a rational approach, but unexpectedly, half a minute later, Ephraim came with her work.

Mo Mengchen's cooking is well-known. As his girlfriend, Ephraim can be said to be sincere and fearful, so she is determined to practice good cooking, and Adrian is her little white rabbit.

The original Adrian had never eaten a chef’s food. Although the take-out was delicious, it was easy to get tired. Even if the food made by Ephraim is not terrible, it can still be eaten and will not eat human life or bite. Clenching his teeth will be fine, until he knows Mo Mengchen...

How can I look directly at Wowotou when I taste the taste of Shanzhen and Haihai?

"Sister, you are..."

Adrian looked at the dark thing on the plate.

It's so right to say this is a dark sandwich, Adrian is a genius!

"A new sandwich I learned: Lean British Sandwich, look, is it okay? I made exactly the same as the picture!"

The barrister said proudly and took up the plate.

"Uh this..."

Mo Mengchen has a hard time vomiting, who called the other party his girlfriend?

"Meng Chen, what do you think?" Ephraim asked.

Mo Mengchen's gaze came to Adrian's face. He shook his head constantly, his face full of fear, which meant: When my sister gave you a chance to wake her up, don't be soft-hearted, let her return to reality, takeaway It's still delicious!

"Although the appearance is not good-looking, I believe Adrian will like this breakfast."

Mo Mengchen's smile is the most terrifying picture in Adrian's eyes.

No!

The 10-year-old boy screamed in his heart.

Then, Ephraim happily brought the plate of dark things to the younger brother: "Adrian, finish eating."

"Guru..."

Adrian swallowed, and Ephraim thought he was too greedy, and said, "Don't worry, you'll finish eating."

After eating this food, there are still?

Mo Mengchen was shocked. Isn't Ephraim's aesthetic different from theirs? How many she made such an ugly sandwich?

Take a look at poor Adrian. He is only 10 years old, but he wants to eat this food, and he has to pretend that it is delicious.

It's all my fault.

Mo Mengchen thought. But his thoughts changed, he didn’t need to eat anyway, it wouldn’t matter if Adrian didn’t die, the child would have to suffer, his hunger and his skin would be empty... Yes, yes, I’m helping him .

Adrian took a tearful bite of the dark sandwich.

"Adrian, why are you crying?"

"It's okay, my dear, look at how moved he is, it must be so delicious..."

Mo Mengchen cannot let Ephraim see the truth.

"Really?" Ephraim asked.

The 10-year-old boy nodded tearfully.

"Good, do you want to take a bite?" Ephraim's eyes shifted to Mo Mengchen.

There was a deep fear in Mo Mengchen's eyes: "Uh... I have dietary rules and I can't eat indiscriminately. In fact, I really want to..."

Ephraim kissed Mo Mengchen gently.

I really want to tell you that your cooking is worse than Grant Hill's 3-pointer, but I can't say it.

So, the 10-year-old boy had tears in his eyes and watched his sister and the man who pushed him into the abyss kissed in front of him, but he ate bitterly bitter and bitter, all but sweet sandwiches.

Mo Mengchen believed that if he could eat such a thing, he would be able to eat anything in the future.

"Good morning..."

Amel Medela came in without knocking on the door.

Just saw this scene.

With a lip mark, Mo Mengchen took the lip mark and said, "Don't you know how to knock on the door?"

Looking at Adrian who was still in tears, Medela was a little angry: "You are actually in front of Adrian..."

"It's just a kiss." Mo Mengchen said.

Medela said: "That won't work!"

"Actually I am used to..." Adrian said.

"That too..."

"Don't disturb you, don't you know that you have to knock on the door before you enter the door?" Mo Mengchen asked the sinner, "I now know why the bald-headed man hated you so much."

"I..."

Medela was speechless, and the man with the strong words was his boss.

"Do you have anything?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Medela dodged her eyes, and didn't seem to want to see the lipstick on Mo Mengchen's mouth. Her left hand was raised. Those were two exquisite gift boxes: "Gifts for Thanksgiving."

"Amel, you're too polite, you don't need it." Ephraim came to her and said, "Meng Chen, you shouldn't treat her like that."

Mo Mengchen snorted: "If she continues to do this, I don't know how much trouble I will cause in the future."

"Yes, I was wrong. I will knock on the door and come in later, so as not to disturb your affection."

Medela handed the gift to Ephraim's hand, sat on the sofa, glanced at it, and saw Adrian holding it in her hand...I don't know what it was.

"God, Adrian, what are you eating?"

Ephraim seemed to be electrified.

"This is the breakfast made by my sister."

Adrian is now in a state where he can film a crying scene. His eyes are hazy and the mist is filled with water. He looks like a little boy who has just broken his heart.

"How can this thing..."

"Cough cough cough!"

Mo Mengchen coughed loudly.

The sluggish Medela hadn't responded yet: "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"Cough!" Mo Mengchen hoped she already knew what she meant, "Have you eaten?"

Medela still did not respond: "Not yet, but Adrian eats this..."

"cough!"

This time, Mo Mengchen stared at Medela with a cough and sharp eyes.

Her response was slow and she knew what it meant.

Ephraim smiled and asked, "Amel, how do you like this sandwich?"

It turns out that this group of spoiled bread found in the trash is a sandwich?

"Fortunately...the color is very healthy." Medela said with a grin.

"Really?" Ephraim smiled, and two rows of Hao teeth added contagion to her smile. "I still have it, haven't you eaten breakfast yet? I'll get it for you..."

"Ah, no..."

It's too late.

Ephraim walked out of the room happily, walking quickly, like a blessed woman working out in the park.

I really don't know why the group of people should exercise in this way. Does it make any sense?

Ephraim looked at Mo Mengchen, who was preparing breakfast for himself, and saw the lip mark on the corner of his mouth that had not been wiped off. It was inexplicable again: "Why don't you tell her the truth?"

"What's the truth?" Mo Mengchen was lazy and didn't even look at her with his eyes.

Medela said: "Tell her that the breakfast she made...not very good."

"Today is Thanksgiving. I don't want to make her sad." Mo Mengchen raised his eyes and gave Medella a bad look. "You mustn't talk nonsense!"

This naked discrimination!

Why is he so gentle with Ephraim alone? Just because it's a girlfriend?

Thinking of his usual treatment, Medela was even more angry, and then looked at the lipstick on his lips. The anger could not be stopped like a sea of ​​oceans. "Unless you eat it, I will tell the truth!"

"You threaten me?" Mo Mengchen froze.

Medela hugged Adrian, who had been poisoned by dark cooking to lose hope in the world: "Why should I and Adrian help you deceive Ephraim, but you don't have to do anything?"

"What is deceiving?" Ephraim came.

Medela lightly touched Adrian’s little head, “It’s nothing, because the boss thinks Adrian is delicious~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So, he also wants to try your craft.”

"Such?" Ephraim looked at Mo Mengchen expectantly. "Is it possible?"

What happened to this woman this morning?

How old is she? Shouldn't it be menopause yet? Just because I just lost him a few words?

As for this?

Mo Mengchen inexplicably said: "Well."

So Ephraim divided the dark sandwich into two, and handed the decibels to Medela and Mo Mengchen.

Looking at this dark sandwich, there is a lean meat that I don’t know whether it is cooked, and I can’t smell a scent at all. Holding it in my hand is like holding two pieces of baked bread with a piece of raw meat...

so horrible!

I should be honest!

Mo Mengchen howled in his heart, his teeth lightly biting.