It was almost ten o'clock when Mo Yang returned to the Moxi Riverside Villa Community. As soon as he parked the car in the garage, the phone rang.
Mo Yang pressed the electronic handbrake, picked up the phone from the center console and looked at it, and found that it was Wei Bowen.
"Uncle Wei? You don't want to be interviewed again, right?" Mo Yang smiled after answering the phone.
"If you are willing, I am still very happy!" Wei Bowen laughed, and then explained his purpose of coming, "That's it, Mo Yang, after the World Cup, our ZX selected some talented young people from domestic leagues and some sports schools
, come to Europe for study and exchange.”
"The first stop is Liverpool. If you are free, can you give me some advice and encourage these little guys? These little guys have been clamoring to meet your idol!"
In the apartment in the center of Liverpool, Wei Bowen finished his words, and when he heard that Mo Yang didn't answer the phone, his heart suddenly rose.
Next to Wei Bowen, Fan Zhiyi also tilted his head and raised his ears, waiting for Mo Yang's next words.
After a brief silence, Mo Yang's voice came from the microphone, saying: "Yes, yes, but we will leave for Naples, Italy the day after tomorrow. What is the date of the game? If it is after the 4th, then it will be no problem."
"What a coincidence, it happens to be the 5th, and the competition venue is at your Melwood training base, at 10:30 in the morning!"
"That's no problem. I'll go over and take a look after our training session!"
Hearing Mo Yang's answer, Wei Bowen and Fan Zhiyi both laughed happily.
The U15 youth exchange group organized this time was able to successfully contact clubs from the five major leagues for exchange matches, thanks to Mo Yang's influence in European football.
It is not that exchange activities of this nature have not been organized in China before, but it is very difficult to contact clubs from the five major leagues.
Most of the invitations sent out have fallen into disfavor, and people are too lazy to reply.
Or respond arrogantly, they don't want to waste time on such meaningless things.
But now, as soon as the invitation is sent out, the other party responds quickly without any additional requirements.
Fan Zhiyi and Wei Bowen absolutely don't believe this if Mo Yang's influence is not at work.
Of course, they also know what these clubs are planning.
But happy to see the results!
If there are still hidden gems like Mo Yang hidden in the sand and dug out by these clubs, then it will undoubtedly be a good thing and a blessing for the weak Chinese football!
After hanging up the phone, Mo Yang turned around and opened the door. When he heard the chatter between Xiao Di and his mother-in-law in the living room, a genuine smile appeared on his face.
In the past, when he came back from a competition, he would be greeted by nothing but dead silence.
At first he didn't feel anything, but as time went by he would inevitably feel a little lonely.
In the living room, Xiao Di, who was giving full play to his professionalism and commenting on the actors on TV, heard the sound of the door opening. When he looked back, he saw Mo Yang walking over, and a ray of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, "You're back!"
After saying this, Xiaodi sat up from the sofa, put on and took off his shoes, and went straight to the kitchen, like a hardworking little bee.
"Hey! My little ancestor, slow down and don't fall!" Wang Rong stared at him with a smile.
Mo Yang walked to the sofa and sat down. Looking at Xiao Di's furious back, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He looked at Wang Rong and asked with a horrified look on his face: "Mom, is Li Ming okay today?"
Come?"
"I came, but still didn't have a chance to do anything! Then I was scared away!" Wang Rong, who was knitting a sweater, stopped and talked about Li Ming. He nodded and shook his head, and finally couldn't help laughing, "Bear it! I look much better today.
!”
Upon hearing this, Mo Yang immediately rubbed his cheeks vigorously, preparing for the coming nightmare.
After a while, Xiao Di, who was full of joy, came out with a dinner plate.
There was a glass of vegetable juice and a piece of steak on the dinner plate.
Mo Yang's face turned green when he saw the purple-reddish vegetable juice and the black steak.
Perhaps because he was being watched too closely by his own mother and had nothing to do all day long, Xiao Di didn't know what happened, but he suddenly became interested in cooking.
At first, Mo Yang was full of joy, but within three days, Mo Yang completely despaired of his wife's talent in cooking.
That's all, but Xiao Di also triggered the talent of dark cooking.
Mo Yang's grandfather told Mo Yang since he was a child that top chefs will make subtractions when cooking, using a small amount of leftover ingredients to bring out the delicious taste of the food.
Only newbies can make additions and like to add all kinds of ingredients.
Xiao Di is like this now. She keeps doing additions, or fancy additions. She likes to add some weird things to the dishes, which is called research.
In order to maintain the best physical condition, Mo Yang now eats 6 meals a day.
The second dinner is usually made by Li Ming, who is also Moyang's nutritionist.
But since Xiao Di became obsessed with cooking, Li Ming would be unemployed from time to time, making Mo Yang miserable.
Moyang's daily food originally had little salt and oil, and the taste was not very good. After Xiao Di did this, it was now simply unpalatable.
"Come on, try it. I used purple cabbage to squeeze the vegetable juice for you today!" Xiao Di placed the dinner plate on the table, sat down next to Mo Yang, and handed the glass of vegetable juice to Mo Yang.
A look of anticipation on his face.
“Purple cabbage!
Mo Yang's eyes widened, "The juice extracted from purple cabbage is purple. How did you make it red and purple?"
At this moment, Mo Yang was really amazed by his wife's talent in dark cooking.
He drinks purple cabbage juice almost every day, but why does it change color (sai) in Xiaodi's hands?
“Hmm hum hum!
"Wang Rong next to her looked at Mo Yang's astonished expression, holding her laughter in her throat, and her hands knitting sweaters trembled with laughter.
As soon as he heard Mo Yang's question, Xiao Di immediately beamed with excitement, as if he knew some big secret, and explained impatiently: "Didn't you say last time that it was a bit astringent and not sweet enough?
?”
"So I added some orange juice to it today, geez! Then it became like this. I just heated it up and it became redder!"
Hearing Xiao Di's words, Mo Yang's right eyelid jumped wildly!
By simply squeezing juice, Xiaodi managed to achieve the effect of a chemical experiment. It was simply amazing.
"Try it quickly. If it tastes good, I'll add more orange juice tomorrow!" Xiao Dijia urged expectantly.
Mo Yang picked up the quilt with difficulty, closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Seeing Kang's resigned expression, Wang Rong turned his back and his shoulders trembled violently.
After getting along with each other for this period of time, Wang Rong got to know Mo Yang better and saw how tolerant and even conniving Mo Yang was towards Xiao Di in his life.
"How's it going? Is it delicious?" Xiao Di became curious when he saw Mo Yang was stunned after taking a big sip, with a look of aftertaste on his face.
"Hey, don't mention it, after adding lemon, it tastes pretty good!" Mo Yang was a little surprised after tasting it carefully, "It's sour and sweet, without the pungent vegetable taste before! It tastes like juice.
!”
Mo Yang took a deep breath after finishing his words.
Seeing that Mo Yang likes to drink, Xiao Di immediately beamed.
Wang Rong on the side also looked surprised. She felt that her son-in-law was just pretending. How could such a thing taste so good?
But if it's really hard to swallow, it doesn't look like it's fake.
"Then give me a drink!"
The next second, Mo Yang handed the cup to Xiao Di, stood up, walked faster and faster, and then ran directly upstairs.
Wang Rong next to him was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized.
"vomit!
"
“Bah, bah, bah!
It tastes terrible!" Xiao Di took a small sip, and his delicate facial features were squeezed together. Anger arose in his heart, and he stood up and chased after him.
“Moyang!
!
!You are dead!
!
"
Hearing the sound of the two having fun after Xiao Di chased him upstairs, Wang Rong shook her head helplessly.