Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

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

He is 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 spoke lightly before.

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

Zhi'en Tubao, probably this is also the meaning.

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 live in my apartment first, and when Inter settle your job, you are not in a hurry to go elsewhere."

From the kitchen cupboard, Ye Chen took out the induction cooker and pot, 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 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 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, did you buy the coriander you bought?" It's past six o'clock, just waiting 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 owes 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 Barre 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 Laozi, 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.

"You're Coach Green? Hello, I am Ye Chen's teammate Barrera, and I often hear Ye Chen mention you! The

outgoing and cheerful Barrera, greeted with a smile on his face, took the initiative to reach out to Green.

Green held Barrera's hand, "I know you young man, the female anchor of Sky Sports often says in the news that you are the hope star of Italy and the core of the midfield of the future national team. "

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

Barrera and Green were talking to each other commercially in the restaurant, patting each other amicably.

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's the cilantro I want you to buy?" Ye Chen asked him.

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

"Didn't you? I looked at the picture and bought all the vegetables that looked like them, did I buy the wrong one?

After learning that he hadn't bought the right bag of vegetables, Barrera scratched his head embarrassedly, and his classic two-handed routine on the pitch reappeared:

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

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

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Outside the window, the snow was falling heavier.

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

It's not yet Christmas, and huge snowflakes are 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 had darkened, 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.

Late in the snow, can you drink a cup of nothing?

Ye Chen, Green, Barrera, three people gathered around a hot pot, eating shabu mutton.

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

"It's enjoyable, it's delicious!"

Green put a lot of millet spicy in the oil dish seasoning, and he was sweaty at this time.

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, the spicier you get, the more you want to eat, Ye Chen, do you say I'm masochistic?" Barrera hissed in the cold air and poured down a large gulp of cold beer.

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

"Come, the three of us have a drink, I haven't drunk in a long time, today Mr. Green came to Milan, I will make an exception!" Everyone will be colleagues in the future, let's have a toast together! Ye Chen proposed.

"Okay, a toast!"

"Come on, fill the cup!"

Rich and sticky German stout, flowing out of the faucet valve of a 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.

But Green pressed the glass low and said to the

two, "Before we toast, don't we say two words?"

"I'm the oldest, I'll say it first."

Ye Chen and Barrera put the cups together and looked at Green.

"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 Inter's youth team to next year's Youth Champions League title!"

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 nine 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, must win the championship!" We didn't make the 2018 World Cup, it's a painful memory... Next year, we're going to shame with this championship!

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

"That's not okay, boy, next year's European Championship, the winner is our England, you Italy have no chance!"

"Hahahaha, Mr. Green, let's see if you England is powerful, or we are strong in Italy!"

The two looked at Ye Chen.

"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, and Green said: "Good boy, not too old, with a big tone!" Good, ambitious, with clear goals!

Barrera raised his glass again, "Then, let's toast to our respective dreams!" "

Cheers!"

"Cheers！“

Boom!

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!