You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 285 Ephraim Breakfast Day
There were ten dishes in front of him. Sievers' taste was a bit heavy, and he ordered some weird food. Poor Mo Mengchen spent his own money, but he could only taste one or two dishes.

"Can you finish all these dishes?" Mo Mengchen was full soon, and wiped his mouth with a tissue, "It's shameful to waste."

Sievers kept rolling eyes at Mo Mengchen.

Didn't the stingy woman just hurt you a few words?
Mo Mengchen looked at every corner of the hotel. One of the advantages of eating in such a high-end restaurant is that no one will come up to ask him for an autograph.

The current mobile devices cannot take pictures, so no one will come up to ask for a group photo.

Those who can come here to eat are all famous people, who speak the rules and are polite, which is the best point.

"By the way, we are invited to the Surgical Medicine Summit to be held in New York next month. They hope that you can use this paper to give a speech in public. Many people want to know where your ideas come from." Sievers recalled After getting down to business, he suddenly raised his mouth.

Speech?

"What's the date next month?" Mo Mengchen asked.

If Mo Mengchen remembers correctly, completing a speech is also an achievement. Although the return of attribute points is not as high as completing a thesis, it is better than nothing.

"Number 29," Sievers replied.

Mo Mengchen calculated, there is still about a month left, that day happened to be the third day after the draft, and they were both in New York, just right.

"I'm fine." Mo Mengchen said.

Mo Mengchen didn't even shirk, and Sievers avoided a lot of excuses he had prepared. She asked in surprise, "Why did you agree so quickly?"

"I've noticed that you have more and more nasolabial folds on your face recently, and no amount of powder can cover them up, so I won't disturb you." Mo Mengchen said and took a sip of water.

He promised so readily that Sievers didn't bother to argue with him.

"Are there only speeches at the summit?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Sievers said: "More than that, the summit is just the beginning of a series of activities. Several special patients will be introduced at the meeting, and treatment plans will be proposed by each hospital. The most creative plan will usually be adopted for treatment at the meeting. There will be a live broadcast on the day of the operation, and many big names in the industry will come to watch and learn."

Watch to learn?

Mo Mengchen almost laughed, why did he have a strong bureaucratic atmosphere.

"Okay, if you haven't finished eating, I can go to pay the bill first, if you have finished eating, then pack up and get ready to go." Mo Mengchen said.

Anyway, he's going to check out.

He overestimated the spending power of doctors, and the meager salary that St. Lucifer gave him was not enough to spend freely in this restaurant.

Thankfully he doesn't do it for a living either.

After checking out, Sievers had already walked outside the restaurant.

Mo Mengchen drove Sivers home. Along the way, Sievers wanted to talk about other things, but found that she and Mo Mengchen had no other common language except for the hospital.

The dull atmosphere lasted for about ten minutes, and Mo Mengchen didn't take the initiative to speak.

until her door.

Before getting out of the car, Sievers asked, "Would you like to come in for a drink?"

Mo Mengchen said: "No, goodbye."

Mo Mengchen said goodbye to Sievers, and did not go to other places, because he would watch "Friends" with Ephraim tonight.

Life becomes peaceful.

Such a life is rare for him, and he can only be thankful that he has not yet become a superstar.

He's still a ways off from becoming an NBA superstar, and once Ethan's identity is revealed, his life won't be so easy.

The base of music fans is much larger than that of basketball fans, and the possibility of being blocked by people while walking on the street will also increase greatly.

As long as people know who Ethan is, Mo Mengchen will no longer be able to eat wherever he wants like now.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, should he announce this matter?

If it is to enhance personal influence, it is beneficial and harmless to announce this matter. If you want to maintain a peaceful life longer, it is best not to disclose this identity forever.

The next day
Today is the weekend and the penultimate day of May.

The Bulls beat the Heat last night and won tickets to the finals. Their opponent is still unknown, it may be the Jazz, or it may be the Sonics.

Mo Mengchen remembers the seven bloody battles between the Jazz and the Rockets' Big Three in the previous life before they could break out from the West. Now that Barkley has come to the Pistons, the Rockets' Big Three cannot be established. This year they are only in the first round of the playoffs. Olajuwon And the glider is getting older, the state will continue to decline, and the rocket will start rebuilding sooner or later.

The duel between the Jazz and the Sonics is full of suspense.

These two teams have the strength to reach the finals. Who can break through from the West depends on who is more determined.

But Mo Mengchen didn't care about it.

This morning is Ephraim's weekly breakfast day.

There are seven days in a week, and the last day of the week is the day when Ephraim prepares breakfast for 250, 210, 280.

Mo Mengchen, Adrian, and Madeira sat at the dining table and waited earnestly.

"Listen well, Ephraim only cooks breakfast once a week, so you must finish your breakfast without leaving any." Mo Mengchen said to Adrian and Madeira.

Adrian said angrily: "She is not my girlfriend, why should I accommodate her?"

"But she is your older sister." Madeira said.

Adrian said angrily: "That can't hide her disaster-like cooking skills!"

Mo Mengchen tried every means to enlighten Adrian, and suddenly heard Medela say: "Then why should I suffer this pain? Ephraim is not my sister, nor my girlfriend."

Mo Mengchen stared like a fighting cock: "I am your boss, you have to share weal and woe with your boss!"

Madeira succeeded in her plot, and said with a treacherous smile: "So, you admit that eating Ephraim's breakfast is suffering?"

"I didn't say that!"

"You said it!" Adrian patted the table.

"After you talk too much, you won't have to eat the breakfast I made!" The unreasonable Dor.Mo made a big move.

The unprincipled kid angrily moved the chair to Mo Mengchen's side and sat down, accusing Madeira, "Amir, Dr. Mo didn't mean that, you can't slander your boss like this!"

Madeira wants to cry but has no tears. Why is the little flower in the future of the United States such a virtue?
"Everyone, this is today's breakfast, chicken omelette!"

Ephraim brought up the plate, which by the looks of it should look delicious.

Mo Mengchen and the others picked up the knife and fork, hesitating.

"Don't you want to taste it?" Ephraim asked.

"Of course I want to." Mo Mengchen gritted his teeth and decided to set an example, picked up the knife and fork, and put a chicken egg roll on his own plate.

He poured a Coke and took a sip if it didn't taste right.

He cut a small piece and carefully put it in his mouth to chew.

He hates this eating habit.

Mo Mengchen heaved a sigh of relief, this chicken egg roll is not bad, it is acceptable.

His eyebrows relaxed, as if the alarm had been lifted, Adrian and Madeira quickly put the chicken egg rolls on their plates, lest Ephraim would see the panic in their hearts.

"How about it?"

Ephraim asked.

Remember, never tell the truth.

"good to eat."

"better."

Adrian really couldn't speak against his conscience, so he followed Mo Mengchen and Madeira and said, "They are all right!"

Ephraim clasped his hands together and muttered, "It seems that Ephraim's breakfast day can be increased to two days!"

"Pfft~~!"

"No way!" Madeira shouted.

Ephraim asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"Because." Madeira noticed Mo Mengchen's expression that was about to devour her at any time.

A smart assistant always proves that his boss has real talents by leaving the hardest work to his boss.

"The boss must know why it can't be used." After throwing the bomb, Ephraim picked up the plate and said, "I still have some documents that I haven't read. You should eat first, and I will go back as soon as I go."

See you tomorrow.

Adrian sells what he learns: "Ah, I also remembered that I have homework to finish. Sister, I'm going to do my homework, and this breakfast is..."

"Ahem." How could Mo Mengchen let these two guys throw him down in the same way?
Thinking about his craftsmanship, Adrian stopped decisively and said freely: "What is homework? If you don't write it, you can't write it. Sister, I like the chicken egg rolls you made."

"Really? Then I will make it for you every day from now on."

The hearty and free and easy smile froze, and Adrian's expression became more and more ugly.

"It's too hard to make breakfast, so leave this kind of rough work to me in the future."

Mo Mengchen rescued Adrian casually, letting him know who is the one who is in charge.

Everyone is so abnormal on Ephraim’s breakfast day. Of course, as the person involved, Ephraim can’t feel nothing, but whenever another voice appears, she will remind herself in her heart—don’t think too much , your cooking is really delicious.

"No, Ephraim's Breakfast Day must be kept!"

Ephraim's insistence on cooking is helpless.

Adrian looked up to the sky and sighed deeply, who knows where an 11-year-old boy can feel so much emotion.

"Doctor Mo, can my sister's cooking skills be saved?"

Adrian asked quietly.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Mo Mengchen asked.

The little boy nodded repeatedly, he really wanted to know when this life would end, and he hoped that his efforts would be rewarded.

Based on Mo Mengchen's observation, he can easily draw this conclusion. Since the subject is Ephraim, the observation time is a bit long. After two years, he is no longer sure.

"It's hopeless, you accept your fate." Mo Mengchen gently stroked Adrian's head.

Adrian found that Mo Mengchen was smiling happily, and he hoped it was a smile that could convey sadness.

But he couldn't see the sadness on Mo Mengchen's face, so he decided to reveal one thing, which he believed would make Mo Mengchen sad.

"Doctor Mo."

"what's up?"

"I didn't wash my hair last night."

"Uh..." Mo Mengchen withdrew his hand quickly, and suddenly heard Adrian say again, "I didn't wash my hair the day before yesterday."

　Mo Mengchen: Thank you naughty Tutu for giving Ephraim a reward. It seems that you really want to eat her breakfast.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)