"I didn't expect us to have such a Chinese player.”
"Yeah, there are more and more Chinese players in the NBA. They had just signed a contract with the Clippers, the Rockets 'No. 1 pick, Yao. Now, with Du, there were three Chinese players.”
"What Big Du? It's so ugly. She's clearly very thin."
"Haha, I'm used to it."
Inside a Chinese restaurant at the MCi Center, the owner and his wife were chatting at the entrance.
Today was not a match day, so their business was a little cold.
In fact, on the day of the match, the business would only be booming at dinner time. It would be too busy. During the day, only the Chinese who worked nearby or lived in the area would come.
Foreigners were not used to eating Chinese food, even if it was Chinese and Western dishes that were adjusted to cater to Western tastes.
The two of them were immigrants from Xiangjiang, China. They knew how to cook good Cantonese cuisine and other mainstream cuisines. However, due to the fierce competition in Chinatown, the shop owner opened his shop here.
The facts showed that he was really daydreaming. Without the basic Chinese market in Chinatown, his business could not continue.
They planned to pack up and return to New York's Chinatown if their business continued to decline.
"Duke is just a young man, but you've called him so much.”
His wife, who was picking vegetables, rolled her eyes in annoyance.
After being scolded by her, the shop owner only laughed foolishly and did not refute her. He held the cigarette in his mouth and smoked comfortably.
Just as he was about to throw the cigarette butt out, the door was suddenly covered by a shadow, blocking the sunlight.
He raised his head in shock and was immediately shocked.
At some point, three big men had appeared in front of him. They were all over two meters tall, and two of them were even more than 2.1 meters tall.
For a moment, he was in a daze. Someone was looking for trouble.
When the shop owner came back to his senses, his mouth was wide open and he stood up trembling. When he took a closer look, he realized that it was Duke, Kuo Mei Brown, and Charles Oakley.
"(⊙o⊙) Ah!"
Cao Cao was really unpredictable. Once he said it, he might arrive immediately.
One second, they were still talking about Duke, and the next second, he was right in front of them. It was really amazing.
"You guys…"
His wife also saw the arrival of the three people. She was the first to react and put down her work.
"Boss, let's eat."
Duke answered her in Chinese, which instantly closed the distance between them. The Lady Boss immediately picked up the basket and called out,"Alright, alright. Come in."
Surprisingly, this was the first time an NBA player had come to their shop, and there was even a fellow countryman among them.
Because of the cleverness of the shop owner, they not only opened the shop in Washington, but also specially chose the area around the stadium that was most likely to be popular.
He thought about it happily. Every home game, tens of thousands of fans would come and go, and there would always be customers who were 'blind' or had a taste of something new, driving business and popularity.
Unfortunately, in the past month, the truth had been moving in the other direction.
Business was not good, and they did not even see any NBA players. The difference was huge.
Now that three of them had finally arrived, they were extremely enthusiastic.
Especially the owner, who personally poured tea for Duke and the other two when his wife entered the kitchen and invited them to sit down.
"What made you think of eating here?”
"It's still Chinese food…"
Oakley was the one who asked the question. After he sat down, he looked around the shop and found that the shop was only about ten square meters. It was the size of a simple shop, which made him, a famous multi-millionaire football star, feel a little guilty.
This place was too small, and it was a little unclassy.
"Look at me…"
Duke did not answer directly. Instead, he pointed at himself.
"Uhh."
Oakley glanced at it and immediately realized what was going on. He said,""Chinese, then it's fine!"
Duke didn't say anything. He stared at the menu that the boss handed over and looked at it carefully. After a while, he asked the two of them what they wanted to eat.
Compared to Oakley's big brother attitude, Kuame Brown was much more reserved.
It wasn't because it was his first time entering a Chinese restaurant, but because of Oakley beside him.
He had no confidence in front of such old-school players.
There was nothing else. It was because his performance during this period of time had made Oakley look down on him, even though he had not been here for long.
Under Jordan's influence, even some of his strong teammates, including Stackhouse, looked down on him, let alone the old-school players.
He didn't want to go out with Oakley, but Duke invited him again and again, so he had to follow him carefully.
Along the way, he didn't forget to pay attention to Oakley's expression.
Fortunately, Oakley didn't care at all. He put his arm around Duke's shoulder and chatted with him like a good brother.
He was ignored.
Duke, on the other hand, reminded him from time to time to keep up, afraid that he would be left alone.
"Kung Pao Chicken."
Oakley didn't even look at the menu when Duke asked. He only thought for a moment and said,
In his mind, there was only this dish that he had heard of like thunder. He did not know anything else.
Kuame Brown was about to take the menu and ask the owner what dishes they ordered, but he subconsciously glanced at Oakley. Worried that he would get impatient, he quickly said,"Like Charles, I want Kung Pao Chicken too.”
Duke shrugged. He thought that the two of them had a fixed impression of each other. When it came to Chinese food, they only had Kung Pao Chicken.
He decided to make the decision himself. He ordered a serving of Twice-cooked Pork, a serving of Pork Knuckle, a serving of Mapo Tofu, two other meat dishes, and a serving of soup before returning the menu to the shop owner.
"I'll be right there. Please wait a moment!"
The shop owner left with a smile.
After ordering the dishes, the three of them began to wander around, chatting casually, but most of them were talking about the preseason.
But as they chatted, Duke suddenly started to complain about the system.
He had not lost a single match in the eight preseason matches, but he did not get any rewards at all. This made him feel very regretful.
Otherwise, there would be many rewards, and his strength would increase by a large margin.
Was the preseason not considered an official match?
System, this is discrimination.
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