Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

Green can come to Milan, Ye Chen is very happy in his heart.

He finally reunited with his mentor!

In the future, in the training ground, you can see him every three or five, thinking of this, Ye Chen's heart is warm.

When he was down, it was Green who pushed him and introduced him to Inter.

Now that he has become famous, he has a certain status in the club, and his words have weight, and he is no longer the stunned guy who was stunned before.

At this time, Ye Chen can feed back and help his mentor!

Green drove Fiat and Ye Chen to Ye Chen's apartment in the San Siro Region.

The winter break has begun.

The team is off for more than half a month.

On the one hand, it is to give players a holiday, on the other hand, the team management also uses this opportunity to evaluate players and operate transfers.

Ye Chen had a lot of time to accompany his mentor.

"Mr. Green, you stay in my apartment first, and when Inter settle your job, you will not be in a hurry to go elsewhere.

Ye Chen took out the induction cooker and pot from the kitchen cupboard, added water and boiled.

I also turned out the authentic Sichuan-style hot pot base from the refrigerator and put it into the pot.

After a while, a spicy and fragrant hot pot smell filled the room.

Green smelled the scent and marveled.

"It's so fragrant, I smell my stomach is hungry

!" "Don't worry, the dish hasn't been served yet!" Ye

Chen took out meatballs, beef rolls, mutton rolls, shrimp slipper, hairy belly, lunch meat and other foods from the refrigerator.

These are the commonly used shabu-shabu dishes in the Chinese diet.

A series of seasonings such as oyster sauce, sesame oil, light soy sauce, monosodium glutamate, vinegar, chives, garlic, curd milk, sesame paste, leek sauce, millet spicy and so on were taken out.

The spacious and polished marble dining table was instantly filled with large and small plates.



Eating hot pot in winter, Meizilin

looked at the colorful and colorful ingredients and seasonings on the table and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Ye Chen, you made all these things yourself?"

Ye Chen waved his hand, "Where will I do it, I bought it in the Chinese supermarket in Milan, knowing that you are coming, I went to the supermarket last night to buy it and put it in the refrigerator."

Ye Chen looked at the clock on the wall, it was already 6:20 p.m.

He dialed Barrera's phone:

"Hey, have you bought the coriander you want to buy? It's past six o'clock, just wait for you to come back and open the meal!" When

Ye Chen was busy cooking at home, he found that there was no coriander missing.

There are no crushed coriander leaves in this seasoning, as if it lacks some meaning.

Barella, who happened to live upstairs, went out to buy wine, so he stopped by and asked him to go to the Chinese supermarket to bring coriander back.

It's just that it's been almost an hour, and Barrera hasn't seen anyone yet.

"It's coming, it's downstairs, hurry up and open the door for me!" Ye

Chen hung up the phone and opened the door, the elevator door opened, and Barrey pulled out.

He carries a large barrel of German stout beer in his left hand and a large bag of leafy greens in his right hand.

It was snowing heavily outside, and Barrera had white snowflakes on his head.

"Damn, freeze Lao Tzu, in order to buy your what the hell coriander, I ran three Chinese supermarkets, according to the pictures you sent, as long as it looks alike, I took a handful, it will definitely not be wrong!"

Barrera put the dish and beer on the ground, untied his scarf, and snowflakes fell on the ground.

Hello, I am Ye Chen's teammate Barrera, and I often hear Ye Chen mention you!"

Green held Barrera's hand, "I know you boy, the female anchor of Sky Sports often says in the news, you are the hope of Italy, the core of the future national team, today I look at it, it is indeed a spiritual young man!"

"Hahahahaha," Barrera felt good in his heart, it turned out that my name had spread to England," You are also very good, Ye Chen told me, you are the best youth coach in the world, Inter can dig you, you are a young member of the youth team, and you will definitely be able to produce a few big stars!"

Barrera and Green were blowing each other commercially in the restaurant, patting each other in a friendly manner.

Ye Chen looked at the two of them with a smile.

Green will come to Inter to work in the future, and as the head of the Under-17s, it does not hurt to get to know the main players of the first team in advance.

But in the next second, Ye Chen frowned.

He looked at the bags Barrera had placed on the ground, the leafy greens he had bought from a Chinese supermarket.

There are spinach, hollow vegetables, celery, leeks, and even artemisia leaves.

But Ye Chen turned it over, but there was no coriander.

"Barrera, where is the coriander I want you to buy?" asked Ye Chen.

Barrera walked over, scratched his head, took out his mobile phone, and flipped through the picture of the coriander that Ye Chen sent him.

I bought all the vegetables that looked like the picture, did I buy the wrong one?" After

learning that he didn't buy the right bag of vegetables, Barrera scratched his head embarrassedly, and his classic two-handed habit on the court appeared:

"Hey, then I can't help it!"

We Italians only eat lettuce and cabbage, you Chinese supermarket varieties are too much, I see those green things all look the same, I can't tell the difference!

Outside the window, the snow was falling heavier.

This year's heavy snow in Milan came exceptionally early.

It was not yet Christmas, and huge snowflakes were falling.

It was white outside, and the air was filled with the smell of cold rust.

Green stopped at Fiat under the apartment building, and the glass windows were all piled with fresh snow, making it look like a small snowball.

It was already dark, and the Meazza stadium in the distance had disappeared into the snowy night.

But in Ye Chen's apartment, the lighting was warm and bright.

It confirms the verse:

green ants fresh wine, red clay small stove.

Ye

Chen, Green, Barrera, and the three of them gathered around a hot pot and ate shabu mutton.

The heat rising in the hot pot, accompanied by the sound of gurgling, warmed the entire room.

"It's delicious!"

Green put a lot of millet spicy in the oil saucer, and he was sweating with spicy hair.

He took off his glasses to wipe his sweat and took off his sweater again, wearing only a single shirt with long sleeves.

Barrera wore an Inter training short sleeve and raised his arm vigorously to wipe his sweat.

"Spicy to death, the more you eat it, the spicier it gets, the more you want to eat, Ye Chen, do you say I'm masochistic?" Barrera hissed in the cold air, and then poured down a large sip of cold beer.

While pouring his belly into the pot, Ye Chen slipped the cooked beef and shrimp, scooped them up with a slotted spoon, and put them on Grimm and Barrera's plate.

"Come, the three of us have a drink, I haven't drunk for a long time, today Mr. Green came to Milan, I will make an exception!

"Come

on, fill the cups!" The

rich and sticky German stout gushed from the faucet valve of the 6L tin drum.

A refreshing smell of wheat hit.

The three filled the glass, and the white beer foam that spilled from the mouth of the glass slowly slipped down the outer edge of the glass wall.

Barrera was the most positive, holding the glass high, his face full of happiness.

Green, however, pressed the glass low and said to the

two, "Before we toast, shall we say two words?"

Ye Chen and Barrera put their cups together and looked at Grimm.

"I am 45 years old this year, I am halfway through my life, unlike you, youth has just begun. "

I came to Inter Milan this time, as the youth manager of the Under-17s, my dream is to lead the Inter youth team to next year's Youth Champions League

!" Barrera continued: "I have been an Inter fan since I was 8 years old, as a loyal Nela, my dream is to help Inter win this season's Serie A title, it has been a full 9 years since we last won the title, and the fans have waited too long!"

"Also," Barrera paused, "next year is 2020, the European Championship is about to start, we Italy, we must win the championship! Next year, we're going to shame with this championship!"

Green drank a little high, he stood up, smiled and reached over the table to press Barrera's glass.

"That's not okay, young man, next year's European Cup, the champion is our England, you Italy have no chance

!" "Hahahaha, Mr. Green, then compare and see, whether you England are powerful, or we are strong in Italy!"

"Ye Chen, what is your dream, it's time for you to say.

Ye Chen looked at the shrimp dumplings and fish balls in the hot pot, with the boiling soup base, as if it was a boat stirring at the head of the tide in the big waves of the river.

His heart was suddenly surging, his eyes lit up, and his hands on the table also clenched his fists.

"I dream too much, to lead Inter to Serie A, the Champions League, the top scorer in Serie A, the European Golden Boot, the future... I also want to win the Ballon d'Or and become the number one in the world, just like Messi Ronaldo!" Ye

Chen's ambition is written in his eyes, written on his face, written in his words

! Green and Barrera looked at each other and smiled, Green said: "Good boy, not old, big tone! Not bad, ambitious, clear goals!" Barrera

picked up the glass again, "Then, let's toast to our respective dreams!"

Once

, they had dreams, passions about football, about championships, about the whole world.

Now the three of them drink in the snowy night, and the cups meet together, all of them are the sound of dreams!