Chapter 500: Harden!
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You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen
- Silent love
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- 2021-03-02 11:47:36
"Ephraim, it's me."
"Well, we just arrived in Boston."
"The steak you mentioned is there?"
On April 6, 1999, the Pistons held the first record of 28 wins and 4 losses in the league to Boston away.
This is the second time they have played against the Celtics this season. The last time they played at home, the Celtics gave the Pistons the first defeat of the season, which was their only home defeat so far this season.
That game was like a replay of the Rick Pitino University game.
The Celtics followed the classic two-court press of the University of Kansas, and the midline containment strategy caused great trouble to the Pistons.
The Pistons' loss was neat, and it was a match from the state, to the preparation before the game, and the performance on the spot.
Pitino seems to be finally regaining the glory of college in the NBA. This is the expectation of the Boston people. The Celtics had an unstoppable eight consecutive championships decades ago, and Havrich Ke's revival was led by Bird in the 1980s, known as the Golden Age, and won three championships.
These glorious engraved in history books are written with the name of Auerbach on the back. Now, the Celtics want to change from top to bottom. Old antiques belong to the past, and they want to embrace the present and the future. This is not an old man. It's time to be general manager, scout, technical advisor, offense and defensive commander, and head coach.
In this era, people pay attention to efficiency and professionalism, and the art industry has specialized in it. This has been the case since ancient times.
Pitino is now doing the same thing as Auerbach.
He is the chairman of the Celtics Basketball Association, the general manager of the team, and the head coach who leads everyone forward. These are almost the three most important positions in the management system of the Celtics basketball team. Now they are composed of the same Name control.
Winning Duncan seems to have allowed them to end the rebuilding, and this season's record also shows this.
At present, the Celtics' record of 23 wins and 8 losses ranks third in the East, only one gap away from the second Pacers in the East.
The game was hyped up before the game started, and the Pistons and Celtics were deadly enemies.
Because in the 1980s, it was the Bad Boys that ended the Green Army’s of the East. Many series were played between the two teams, and many legendary moments were born.
Although the smoke has now dissipated, it is only a matter of ten years ago to look back.
The child had grown up, and now it is the main force of hating the piston.
And Mo Mengchen they came to Boston early, one is to familiarize with the venue here, and the other, because Ephraim told Buckley yesterday morning, Boston has a super super super delicious steak restaurant.
Let a rational lawyer describe the steak restaurant with three irrational words in a row. How good is that?
Barkley shot the table on the spot: "Okay, let's go ahead tomorrow!"
There are three things Mo Mengchen can't give up now.
One is a woman, the other is basketball, and the third is the self-confidence of "Laozi's culinary skills are the best in the world". Although he has never expressed this view in public, he is expressing his heart here in cooking. What kind of cook are you in my eyes? So, he decided to go with Barkley.
Hill and Houston also got together when they heard they wanted to eat steak.
The four went in line.
They quickly found a restaurant recognized by Ephraim. This restaurant has an extremely famous name: King of American Steak.
Note below the store name: Red Sox fans and dogs are not allowed.
PS: Cats can.
Yes, the owner of this store not only discriminates against fans, but also discriminates against pets.
"There are monsters in this world who don't like dogs?" Houston hated it. "I suddenly don't want to step into this store!"
Buckley laughed: "You know, this world not only has monsters who don't like dogs, but also guys who want to eat dogs."
"NO! Why are you telling me this?"
Through the appearance of this store, Mo Mengchen can easily judge the boss's tendency.
He is definitely a Celtic fan, because this restaurant is painted mainly green, which is not a good color in the United States. Paint his restaurant in such a color, one is to express his love for the team, two He made up his mind not to attract customers by appearance. He has great confidence in the craftsmanship in the store.
Through the store's word of mouth, it is clear that his business strategy is successful, and the Celtic fans nearby will surely also be popular.
They went in.
None of the four were disguised, so as soon as they entered the steak king, they shocked the guests at the scene.
However, this store also has a rule: guests must not disturb each other.
Obviously, there are often celebrities who can scream people come to eat here, and such a rule is issued to let those celebrities eat steaks at ease.
smart people.
Mo Mengchen secretly said.
Then, a fat black waiter came out with a plate on his face, and his face was full of scorn for Mo Mengchen and his party: "This is our menu, please look over."
"We are here for the first time, please tell us about it." Mo Mengchen said.
The black waiter rolled his eyes. He made Mo Mengchen think he asked a childish question.
"Goat mixed steak, our signature, I recommend; large crispy tomato sauce steak, extremely delicious, I recommend..." He just recommended a dozen steaks.
Mo Mengchen turned to the last page, and the signature of the steak was the owner's signature.
The boss smoked steak, the first steak in the United States, you will never regret it.
Why do you have to write so many words in a dish name? Mo Mengchen closed the menu and said, "Bring us each a soda and a large portion of smoked steak."
"Please wait." The black waiter left.
Barkley asked: "Why choose smoked steak? I think other steaks are also good."
Mo Mengchen said lightly: "We rarely come to Boston once, of course we must try the finale here first."
"It makes sense."
The four chatted away, ignoring the guests around them, talking about the training in the afternoon and the game tonight.
After a while, the boss took the lead and the black waiter followed, serving large portions of smoked steak.
"Please." The boss is white and looks middle-aged, but his facial features are clear. When he was young, he was definitely a handsome guy.
Even looking at it now is a very attractive middle-aged man.
After he put the dish down, he didn’t leave:
Excuse me, but I really want to see what the Pistons say about my steak.
Don't take the liberty, this is the right of every chef.
For the chef, the happiest moment is when the food prepared by himself enters the mouth of others, and sees a smoother expression on the other person's face. Their reaction can quickly feed back into the chef's heart. There has been a great sense of satisfaction for a while.
Buckley picked up the knife and cut a piece of beef. The cut was extremely smooth. A ray of oil came out of the steak and it looked really delicious.
"FUCKKKKKKK!!!" Barkley called out just after eating it. "How come I found such a delicious steak until now?"
Houston and Hill are also unanimously praised.
Mo Mengchen also took a bite. The eighth cooked beef was quickly cut by the teeth in the mouth, the meat was scattered, and the gravy attached to the meat was quickly secreted everywhere in the mouth. The feeling was really indescribable and wonderful. Too.
"masterpiece."
Mo Mengchen gave this evaluation in his heart.
"Chuck, your reaction is too exaggerated." Houston said.
Buckley shook his head while eating: "No exaggeration! Not at all! Don't you think this is the most delicious steak you have eaten in this life?"
Houston unknowingly said something funny: "Is it better than Dad's steak?"
Mo Mengchen, who was planning to enjoy the food, seemed to be struck by thunder, and he was shocked, and looked at Buckley suddenly.
You think about me and answer!
Although Barkley has lost his mind, but when he saw Mo Mengchen's expression, he was embarrassed to tell the truth: "This...Mo, you don't seem to have studied steak very much. This is after all the life of the boss."
"Yeah, my steak is famous all the time. Even when Michael Jackson came to Boston to perform, he took the time to take a bite." The boss was narcissistic to the extreme, but he must be honest.
Mo Mengchen bit the steak in his mouth angrily and said, "It's delicious, but not as good as you said, I can make a steak that's better than this."
Then, other guests, black waiters, including the boss, burst a thunderbolt from their eyes and locked Mo Mengchen.
"I didn't even know that Dor.Mo would cook?" The boss started to be unkind. "I thought you were only good at hiding in a dead corner and putting your black elbow on your opponent."
Mo Mengchen put the fork the steak.
Startled Buckley, he stared at the smoked steak destined to be impossible to be eaten by Mo Mengchen again, which was a pity.
"You think I'm bragging?" Mo Mengchen asked back.
The boss smiled in disbelief: "In order to make the best steak in the world, when I was young, I traveled all over the United States and tasted the specialty steaks of each state, and finally prepared this unique smoked steak. Now you have one The basketball player told me that you can do better than me? Please don’t mind me saying that, but I really think you didn’t pass your brain when you said this.
There are many moments in life that require men to harden.
For Mo Mengchen, if he does not accept this challenge, is he still a man?
Mo Mengchen stretched out five fingers: "In five months, I can make a tastier steak than this in five months~EbookFREE.me~ When the time comes, I will come to visit with my materials, If I really make a steak that is more delicious than you, you have to pick up your stinky plaque that makes me want to vomit and burn it on the spot!"
"What if you lose?"
The boss asked.
"No matter what you do, I won't lose!" Mo Mengchen only arrogantly set the table.
But it was almost the same. After finishing these words, he turned away.
His teammate had to leave.
Buckley looked at the dining table reluctantly and quickly said to the boss: "Mo is so tempered, don't be surprised, I don't see him, please help me pack this steak."
"By the way, make a few more steaks of the same type and send them to my hotel. My room is..."
"Oh, do you offer cross-state takeaway services?"
"No? Then when are you going to open a branch in Detroit..."