You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 179 A talkative child will be thrown into the trash can
At eight o'clock in the morning, room 250 of Garleton Apartment.

This morning, a big guest came to Mo Mengchen's house. He was Barkley who was in the offseason due to a sprain.

What was Mo Mengchen's reason for wooing Barkley back then?Reporters and fans didn't believe it when they said it: "Help you make breakfast."

At first Barkley took it as a joke, until he was injured, and because of his excessive weight, an ordinary contact turned into a second-degree sprain, which frightened Lord Barkley.

Could it be that although he didn't even get a ring in his first life as a hero, he still has to be tired of being fat when he grows old?This is absolutely impossible!
Therefore, he was determined to let Mo Mengchen fulfill his promise.

What is the solution?The solution is to move to the opposite side of Garleton's apartment.

There used to be a supermarket across from the Garrison apartment, but it is gone now. Now it has become Buckley's residence in Detroit, where his whole family lives.

As for Barkley, he knocked on the door on time every morning in recovery.

"Meng Chen, then I'll go first." Ephraim handed Adrian over to Mo Mengchen again.

Mo Mengchen said: "Don't worry."

The fat man smelled the sour smell of the lovers from a few meters away: "I said, can you pay attention to the influence, I'm still here."

"Charles, you are lucky." Ephraim smiled. "He made butter pancakes tonight."

"Don't, I'm here to lose weight!" Barkley yelled, "Mo, I tell you, don't mess around. I'm here to lose weight, not to gain weight. I don't eat butter cakes, I just eat them." Don't even eat if you're starving!"

It's okay, it will be delicious in a while.

In front of Buckley, Adrian presented a realistic version of Wangzai milk advertisement.

If you are born in the 90s, if you like watching TV, then you must have seen this ad, which can be called the most stupid ad in history.

Adrian now looks like that second-handed boy running towards his mother, yes, he managed to attract Barkley's attention.

"Is it that delicious? Do you want to be so disgusted with this expression?"

The word disgusting is used appropriately, and Mo Mengchen also thinks that Adrian is a little too playful.

Adrian said something sweet: "Charles, even if you don't believe me, you should believe in Dr. Mo's cooking skills. His cooking skills are the best in the world."

"Okay, okay, just take it for your sake, I'm definitely not greedy!"

So he ate all the butter cakes by himself.

"Mo, don't play basketball anymore, don't be a doctor anymore, just be my personal chef, as long as you agree, I will announce my retirement tomorrow!" Barkley said with pride.

In order to eat delicious food, I didn’t even play ball. No wonder I couldn’t win the championship with the thighs of Dr. J and the Prophet—well, it seems that I can’t blame him—and then I couldn’t do it when I went to the Rockets, this guy just didn’t Awareness to be a winner.

Mo Mengchen fried a few eggs casually, turned on the TV, and switched to the ESPN channel.

Just happened to be an interview about the Pistons.

"Ryze, what do you think of the current situation of the Pistons?"

"Very good, they changed the game, they can score 117 points per game, it's really amazing, I'm just wondering why they didn't do it in the first place."

Here it is, sure enough.

Barkley also watched seriously.

"According to Grant Hill's interview with the Magic after the game, he said that this is a temporary replacement system. Does this mean that Doug Collins did nothing during the offseason?"

"It might be harsh to say that, but judging by Grant's words, the Pistons' offseason was a failure."

Barkley scolded: "Isn't this fucking bullshit?"

Mo Mengchen cut the egg and said flatly: "It's different from nonsense, they are nonsense seriously."

"Damn it, these people are fucking idle, Grant didn't mean that at all!" Barkley looked annoyed.

He really didn't mean that, but who told him not to keep his mouth shut?He is at least 70% responsible for what happened now.

This is still in the winning period. If the game against the Jazz is lost tomorrow, the public opinion will be more intense.

Buckley grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV: "Don't watch this anymore, why do you want me to eat this butter cake? Didn't you tell me to lose weight?"

"Isn't it delicious?"

No way?My cooking skills have regressed to this point?Can't even satisfy this fat man?

Mo Mengchen was about to doubt himself.

"Delicious. But it's two different things, I want to lose weight!" Barkley yelled.

Everyone who loses weight has this process. As long as the method is correct, they will find that their weight is dropping. Therefore, they will reject some seemingly unhealthy foods, as if they are poisonous, and they will not even touch them.

This exaggerated rejection is useful, because you can't like these foods, then hate or even fear them.

Ordinary people can do this step, not far from the success of weight loss.

Barkley is different, he is an athlete, he can't lose too much weight at once, he has to do it slowly.

Mo Mengchen didn't want him to ruin his body just to lose weight.

"Didn't your weight loss coach tell you what healthy weight loss is?" Mo Mengchen said, "You need to consume these calories now, because you can hardly exercise. Let's talk about it when you recover. There is no rush to lose weight."

Mo Mengchen said a lot of earnest words, and Barkley understood half of them.

This means that you can eat whatever you want during the recovery period?

Mo Mengchen didn't expect him to understand it like this, and now he has to take Adrian to school: "Close the door for me when you leave."

"No, I'm leaving now!"

Buckley picked up the crutches, watching him limping downstairs made Mo Mengchen very uncomfortable. For a moment, he wanted to go and carry him downstairs.

"Chuck."

"What's the matter?"

"How many pounds are you?"

"114 kilograms."

Here are his official weight figures.

It’s like Ben Wallace’s registration height is 208 centimeters, but as long as he is not blind, most people know that this guy is at most 201 centimeters.

"I want specific data."

".127 kg"

"excuse me."

Just let that fat man come down slowly, anyway, that's how he got up, so it can help him lose weight, it's not that I don't help him, it's really unbearable.
In fact, it's not that he can't carry it. Mo Mengchen's upper body strength attribute has reached 90 points.

According to the standards of normal people, those with 1.5 times their own weight can be regarded as top-notch, and those with 2 times their own weight are considered monster-level perverts.

Mo Mengchen doesn't know how this system works. If he can have 100 times his body weight based on 1.5 points of strength, and he has 90 upper body strength, then his current limit strength should be able to lift 140 kilograms. .

He wasn't sure, it was just an estimate, anyway, it was quite easy to lift Adrian with one hand.

He doesn't want to put a burden on the lower body, and that's the key.

After walking a few steps, Mo Mengchen still turned around: "Do you need help?"

Barkley just stepped down a level: "Don't worry about me, I can do it by myself, you won't help me anyway, I know."

What kind of girl is this poor Didi?
"Yes, I won't help you."

Mo Mengchen carried Adrian and left again.

After a few seconds, Barkley went down the second step, and Mo Mengchen came back again.

"It is everyone's responsibility to protect animals, so I decided to help you."

"Who do you call an animal?"

Mo Mengchen put Adrian aside to avoid accidents, and then stepped forward to carry him on his back despite Barkley's strong objections.

"Let me down! I can walk by myself! Do you believe I'll fucking kill you?!" Barkley yelled.

Call it out, even if you call out your throat, no one will answer you.

Mo Mengchen quickly carried Barkley down the steps and found that it was easier than expected.

This shows what?His current upper body strength may well exceed 140kg.

So, should the conversion standard be replaced by twice your own body weight?
Or even smaller?
Mo Mengchen didn't know that this was a good thing after all.

It was only after Barkley finished cursing that he realized that Mo Mengchen carried him off the top was no small matter: "Is your strength so good?"

"There's no time to explain, please go ahead."

Regardless of Buckley's question, Mo Mengchen took Adrian's hand and walked out of Garleton's apartment.

Adrian was a little embarrassed, because he went to the toilet just now and hadn't washed his hands yet. He knew that Mo Mengchen would ask a question every time he shook someone's hand: "Have you washed your hands?"

he asked.

Mo Mengchen was taken aback: "It's done, don't worry."

"Hee hee." Adrian said with a smile, "I didn't wash it."

Mo Mengchen froze in place, and then repeatedly warned himself.

Hold back, hold back.

He's just a kid, he's Ephraim's younger brother.

Mo Mengchen saw an oversized trash can in the distance, and cast an unkind glance at Adrian.

From this position, can he throw Adrian in?
Should be no problem, his shooting is so accurate.

"Doctor Mo, you will forgive me, right?" Adrian's face was innocent and harmless like a little white rabbit.

But is the little white rabbit really harmless?

Heh, you'll know it once you've raised it.

"I promise I'll wash my hands next time I poop," Adrian said.

"Adrian, promise me one thing."

"You said."

"From now on, don't talk."

"why?"

"Because talkative kids end up in the trash."

Mo Mengchen said with a smile, Adrian saw his smiling face, and he was speechless due to the creepy fear.

Adrian suddenly discovered that Dr. Mo could not only play basketball, perform surgery, cook, but also be scary.

What he doesn't even know is that everyone in the Pistons lives under the shadow of just now every day.

Mo Mengchen handed Adrian to Madeira. He urgently needs to go to the hospital to wash his hands, and he can't take it anymore.

His hand was no longer a hand, but a biochemical weapon full of bacteria and pathogens. He was so sick that he wanted to cut off his hand, but thinking of playing basketball with this hand, he could only endure the discomfort and rushed to the hospital.

(End of this chapter)