delicious life

Saito Kuro wanted to say something, but the staff with great strength had already taken him away from the arena and handed back all his documents, and Saito Kuro disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in despair.

Night began to fall.

At this time, the crowd dispersed one after another and took different return buses in different directions.

There are contestants who are as aggrieved as Saito Kuro, and want to go back and stand in the same camp as Saito Kuro.After seeing the tough style and vigorous methods of the organizers of the competition, they didn't want to lose face like Saito Kuro, so they had to give up.

Beside Mo Ci and Ike, they were completely quiet.

Mo Ci, who was apprehensive, heard the result announced by the hostess, and the big stone in his heart just fell to the ground.Originally thought that if the short man made a fuss, the rules of the game would be cancelled, but the frustrated look of the opponent returning angrily was to relieve his depression.

Mo Ci was very grateful to Ike, who had a cheerful personality. When he walked up to Ike, Mo Ci stretched out his right hand, "Thank you for your help, Ike."

"It's nothing." Ike held Mo Ci's right hand, "You also gave me a lot of help, but I look forward to your performance in the finals, Mo."

The other party's icy blue eyes were full of seriousness, Mo Ci was taken aback for a moment, then nodded vigorously, showing a confident smile.

"Okay, Ike, I won't let you down."

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The final finale is scheduled for Friday.

The next emotions of the contestants will affect the inspiration and performance of the finals. In addition, the finals of the World Food Competition have always been held with the participation of the media. Taking these two points into consideration, the organizers of the competition decided to cancel the closed competition mode.

The residence arranged by the competition is only for rest and does not limit the freedom of the contestants. All contestants can participate in the competition as long as they arrive at the final site at [-]:[-] a.m. on Friday and identify themselves.

Mo Ci returned to his residence after the outdoor competition held under the Carters Mountains.

Teacher An Tuowan received the news immediately and asked Mo Ci to go to the private kitchen first, and everyone celebrated Mo Ci in An Tuo Wan's private kitchen.

After pouring a glass of wine for his student, Antoine patted Mo Ci's thin shoulder vigorously and laughed heartily.

"Come on, cheers, Mo, my best student, well done!"

"Everyone cheers for Mo, he needs such encouragement!" Once he slapped Mo Ci angrily, Steve, the partner of Mr. Antoine, raised his glass and refilled champagne for Antoine's empty glass.

"No need, I'm not very good at drinking." Mo Ci's cheeks were flushed, obviously he had already drank a lot of wine.

"Don't worry, Mo, the alcohol content of the wine is very low, I promise you won't have a splitting headache when you wake up tomorrow!" Antoine let go of his voice and reopened a bottle of preserved champagne.

On the rectangular table surrounded by a group of people, the atmosphere was high.

Mo Ci was able to enter the finals. With many days of preparation, he will definitely be able to get a place in the finals!

Everyone kept pouring wine on the number one seed who had entered the finals. Regardless of Mo Ci's refusal, the two big bottles of wine fell into Mo Ci's stomach.

In the end, Mo Ci, who was extremely weak from alcohol, was dizzy and could only lie on the table and talk nonsense.

"This kid really doesn't drink well, and he hasn't inherited his teacher's fine tradition at all!" Antoine, who was in high spirits, pushed Mo Ci, who was lying on the table with his corpse, and called Duan Feng with Mo Ci's mobile phone.

"Hi, Duan, I'm Antoine, come and pick up your kid, he's drunk!" Antoine's loud teasing voice made everyone present laugh.

Everyone laughed and staggered, waiting for the very polite "Prince Dark Horse" on the phone to pick up the drunk Sleeping Beauty.

Duan Feng drove to the scene, and Antoine, who was drinking together, stood up staggeringly, put his arm on Duan Feng's shoulder, and Mo Ci, who had been lying on the table, winked his eyes.

"Don't get drunk, come and pick him up. I happen to have a sleeping beauty here. Here, Prince Charming, pick him up."

"Okay." Duan Feng nodded seriously, walked over to set up Mo Ci, greeted everyone, and took Mo Ci into the car almost half-embracing.

Duan Feng has the spare key of Mo Ci's house here.

Go to open the door of Mo Ci's house first, then Duan Feng returns to the car and picks up Mo Ci.

Duan Feng exerted a slight force on his arms, half-embracing Mo Ci's body in his arms, and wrapped his arms around Mo Ci's soft waist. Duan Feng, who had received physical training, carried Mo Ci to the bed almost effortlessly.

After locking the car, Duan Feng closed the door.Approaching the bed where Mo Ci was lying, his eyes flickered.

The slender brows were slightly wrinkled, Duan Feng leaned over, and covered Mo Ci's fair cheeks with his broad palms.

Afraid of affecting Mo Ci's breathing, Duan Feng withdrew his palm and used his fingers to caress Mo Ci's hot cheeks, the greasy touch made him linger.

Breathing became heavy, and darkness solidified in the unlit room.

The monotonous clock sounded very rhythmically, covering Duan Feng's heavy breathing.

Gently leaning over, getting closer, unconscious Mo Ci fell into a deep sleep, with long eyelashes, flushed cheeks, and rose-colored lips opening and closing.

For Duan Feng, it was an unparalleled temptation.

I don't know when the head is close, when the breath blends, and when the fingertips are entwined.

Duan Feng quickly pressed a kiss on Mo Ci's fair forehead, let go of Mo Ci's soft palm, and his heart turned into a pool of autumn water.

Mo Ci, who was asleep, was childish, defenseless, immersed in a sweet dream.

Duan Feng couldn't help stretching out his fingers, stroking back and forth on Mo Ci's thick eyelashes.

"Well……"

The muttering sound from his mouth was a bit sweet, Mo Ci opened his mouth and made a strong nasal sound, as if feeling the chill, he rubbed Duan Feng's big hand that he didn't have time to retract.

Like a little squirrel preparing to hibernate...

Duan Feng pinched Mo Ci's nose with a smile, and waited until the man opened his mouth to take a deep breath before releasing the pinched tip of his nose.

Duan Feng unbuttoned Mo Ci's jacket, carefully took off the little animal's clothes, and covered him with a soft quilt.

Tucking Mo Ci's left arm into the quilt, Duan Feng was about to pull away when he was hindered from standing up. When he looked down, Mo Ci unconsciously grasped the corner of his clothes.

"Well, don't go..."

The unintentional muttering in sleep made Duan Feng stagnate.

Wanting to pull away Mo Ci's hand, but greedy for this warm feeling.

The night was hazy, and the air exuded a sweet aroma of wine, which was the taste of the wine Mo Ci had drunk, sweet and mellow, floating in the air.

After all, he could not harden his heart, Duan Feng stroked Mo Ci's soft hair, took off his coat, spread a quilt on Mo Ci's sofa, and slept on the sofa all night.

The hangover opened his eyes under the vigorous touch of the sun.

The sunlight jumps in the room, reminding those who have just woken up that it is already bright.

Mo Ci rubbed his sparse sleepy eyes, rubbed against the quilt, and hummed softly in a nasal voice.

The room was filled with the unique fragrance of rice. The sleepy Mo Ci poked out half of his head from under the quilt and sniffed to confirm that the smell he asked just now was not a hallucination.

The door of the room was half-closed, and the crisp clashing sound from the kitchen utensils, together with the aroma of the food, came in through the crack of the door.

who is it?Mo Ci, who was attracted by the food, lost all sleepiness, lifted the quilt, unconsciously put on the clothes neatly placed beside the bed, put on slippers, Mo Ci gently opened the door, and walked along the kitchen where the sound came from...

The man in the blue apron is earnestly frying the poached egg, using his wrists to stir the egg body from time to time, making the poached egg make a sizzling sound.

The golden-yellow poached eggs have a smooth surface and exude a rich egg fragrance.

Why is Duan Feng here?

Seeing the man turn around, Mo Ci's eyes widened.

"Are you awake?" Mo Ci was taken aback by the man's faint greeting.

Staggering his eyes in embarrassment, Mo Ci nodded, with two suspicious red spots on his face.

"Why are you here?"

"Yesterday you were drunk, and Antoine asked me to pick you up. Last night you held my clothes and refused to let me go..."

"What?" Mo Ci interrupted the man's sneer in surprise, his light brown eyes widened, "I won't let you go?"

"Yeah, you didn't let me go, and you made me sleep on the sofa all night."

There was a slight smile on the man's handsome face, and the usually stiff outline softened a lot. A ray of sunlight that shone into the kitchen hit his eyes, and his quiet black eyes also smiled and shone brightly.

Mo Ci looked at the man's charming smile, lost his mind for a moment, and took two steps back, "I'm sorry..."

"It's nothing, I made breakfast, you didn't eat much yesterday."

Duan Feng crossed his arms, and smiled tolerantly at Mo Ci who was in embarrassment.

"Oh." The reckless person realized that he was stuck here, hindering Duan Feng from cooking, nodded repeatedly, and backed out, "I'm going to wash my face."

The appearance of running away is very cute. The man standing in the kitchen raised his mouth and put the poached egg on the plate.

During the meal, Mo Ci was not careless as usual.

Sitting up straight, he lowered his jackpot and pretended not to see the man drinking porridge opposite him.

Pick up vegetables in small increments, tear up the poached eggs that Duan Feng has fried little by little, and slowly swallow them into the stomach.

His mouth was chewing slowly, and Mo Ci, who ate the poached egg in small bites, had bulging cheeks. He quickly raised his head, picked up the dish he liked, and then lowered his head, scanning himself from the corner of his eyes. Fit pastel lips...

Duan Feng smiled and said nothing, his eyes softened unconsciously.

That's fine too.

This means that Mo Ci cares about him.

Duan Feng, who is familiar with Mo Ci's character, is naturally aware of Mo Ci's awkward character.He fidgets in his presence, always