delicious life

A woman from a family, seeing the sudden huge wealth in front of her, would never simply let go of her hands and entrust everything to her.

Such a woman has a glamorous appearance, but her heart is entangled with thorny vines, and her heart becomes hard.

The kind of madness that is desperate for a good life... He has seen it before.

Mo Ci slammed on the brakes, only to realize that he had unknowingly driven the car in front of Bai Yun.

This is where my father often came to work.

Now, what an irony.

Mo Ci smiled wryly, opened the car door, walked out, and looked at the signboard with big characters in Baiyun Lishu from afar.

The bungalows under the shade of trees, the antique gates, and the vermilion eaves.

Father's property, father's hard work, father's expectation.

It all seems to be carried by the place.

Mo Ci cleaned up the bitterness he was full of, turned around, and drove the car into the parking lot.Refusing the waiter's guidance, he walked into his father's secret base alone, and pushed open the unlocked door vigorously.

Father is trying dishes with a spoon.

Hearing the sound of him pushing the door, he turned around immediately.

There was no stain on the snow-white chef's uniform.When the meticulous eyes looked at him, they were slightly soft.

There are only a few inconspicuous wrinkles on the serious and square face.The hair with some silver strands rested on his father's head obediently.

When did the always handsome father have gray hair, and when did he have those few wrinkles engraved with wind and frost?

Only when people have experienced certain things will they repent and become delicate and sensitive.

Mo Ci, who had never paid close attention to his father, was full of guilt.

There seemed to be a flickering light in those light brown eyes.

What would he say, how would he tell his father?

Mo Ci sighed deeply, and shook his head under his father's concern and inquiry.

"Dad, I'm fine."

"I'm really fine."

"I just wanted to see. Just to see."

Mo Ci shook his head repeatedly, pushed the words back to his throat, and took a deep breath.Pretending to be nonchalant, when his father turned around, he secretly wiped the corners of his eyes with the corner of his clothes to adjust his mood.

The feeling of not being able to say something, the feeling of hiding something from my father.

In my heart, it is always a torture.

Deceit... the thing he did the most in his previous life, but now he doesn't want to do it.

He was afraid that his father would suddenly sigh, be sad, or be angry.

Mo Ci learned about his father's old physical problems from Uncle Da.

Father can't stand emotional ups and downs.If the father collapsed in a fit of anger, the culprit of the cause would be himself, the unfilial son.

Mo Ci couldn't bear his father's blows. In his previous life, he only cared about eating, drinking and having fun, and never cared about his family's feelings. He acted arbitrarily and even broke the family relationship.After experiencing the darkness of that period of life, his inner thoughts began to change drastically.

Maintain the family relationship and protect the family.It became all the driving force behind his rebirth.

He will not let his family suffer any harm, and he must carefully manage this hard-won family relationship.He wants his family to be safe and healthy.

Just that is enough.

Don't take the initiative to provoke enemies, and don't go to places where there are red lights, feasting, and greenery to make troubles, just this is enough.

Mo Ci hugged the chef's uniform that his father handed him, put his face on it, and slowly put it on his body, smelling the snow-white clothes that smelled of sunshine.

After putting down the soup spoon, the old man looked at his young son with a serious face, and couldn't help softening his tone: "A Ci, there is a food competition recently... I want you to try it. to participate."

Mo Ci, who was fiddling with the knife, was stunned, and the knife hit the desk with a crisp sound.

Mo Ci didn't even think about it, and immediately replied: "Dad, I can't do it."

"The food competition is neither particularly difficult nor easy. Ah Ci, I just want to go outside to exercise and try my skills."

Father's words had an irresistible taste.Mo Ci avoided his father's focused eyes and set his eyes on the row of knives on the desk.

"I've only been learning to cook for a few months." Mo Ci spit out these words, raised his head cautiously, and observed his father's expression.

"That's not a problem, Aci. You have to believe in your own abilities. In addition to talent, chefs also need to have a joyful emotion from the heart when cooking."

"In the vegetables you fried that time, these two things were in it." The old man smiled gently, and his serious face was softened by this smile, and he no longer looked so unreasonable.

Mo Ci raised his head and looked at his father who said these words in surprise, the disbelief in his eyes was clearly seen by the old man opposite.

"You are talented." The old man once again affirmed Mo Ci's ability, walked over and patted Mo Ci's shoulder, watching Mo Ci's expression become softer and softer.

His focused gaze stayed on Mo Ci's dyed back black hair, and then moved to the face that looked very much like his dead wife.

"If, you don't want to participate..." The old man played a scheming game, and deliberately cut off the remaining half of the sentence in the air, with a slightly disappointed tone.

A soft sigh made Mo Ci's heart tremble, and he felt more and more guilty.

"Whether to go or not is your choice." The old man noticed Mo Ci's sad face, and continued to be cruel, leaving the choice to Mo Ci.

"If you go, I'll be very happy." The old man dropped a bomb, turned around resolutely, and picked up the ingredients.

That lonely back made Mo Ci feel like someone had stabbed his heart hard with a needle.

"Dad, it's not that I don't want to go. I'm afraid that if I participate, I will take back the bottom one and discredit you..." Mo Ci said hesitantly.

"My son of Mo Zhixing, how could he be the last one!" The old man turned around suddenly, which surprised Mo Ci.

"If you take the bottom one, I, Mo Zhixing, will write the word Mo upside down!"

The old man's guarantee looked extra funny when he was holding a round pan.Mo Ci couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

"Dad, don't say that."

"How do you say that?" The old man didn't realize his funny appearance, so he held up the frying pan and pointed at Mo Ci's nose: "During the remaining one month of preparation time, I will personally train you. If this month passes, You still give me the bottom one, and I will write the word Mo upside down!"

"Okay. I won't take the bottom one, I want to take the top three!" Mo Ci listened to his father's repeated assurances, Mo Ci no longer shirked, patted his chest, smiled, and promised.

"As you said, if you don't get the top three, you are not my son!" The old man immediately changed his words when he heard Mo Ci's promise, so that Mo Ci, who had just made the promise and heard his father's change of mind, couldn't laugh or cry.

"dad……"

"Boy, what are you doing there, hurry up and help control the fire!" The old man pointed to the iron pan with primer beside him, beckoning Mo Ci.

"dad……"

Mo Ci looked at his father who had turned his back on him, his crooked brows were wrinkled again, he sighed resignedly, walked to the stove, skillfully picked up the spatula, and put in the ingredients.

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"Zi..." Mo Ci quickly retracted his fingers, sucking the back of his hand that was splashed with oil, and called out.

"Bastard, I have already said that when frying ingredients, you need to add a little salt to the oil pan so that the oil will not splash out. Nuo, take my words as wind on your ears again!" The old man heard the sound and turned his head Coming up, he taught Mo Ci a lesson with a dark face, and he said the proverb "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of your eyes", and those eyes clearly said "Look, just look".

"Dad...it's just a small burn, don't talk about it anymore." Mo Ci shook his head, desperately resisting the urge to cover his ears, knowing that his father told him that he would not feel dry mouth and tongue for a long time .

"Hmph, it's good to know, if you don't listen to me, it's you bastard who suffers anyway!" The old man turned his head to continue cooking, and snorted heavily.

Mo Ci gently rubbed the back of his hand, and when he saw the cool ointment that his father had put beside him when he turned around just now, he showed a slight smile.

After pouring some salt into the oil pan, Mo Ci continued cooking.

His father taught him a lot of "tricks", but it would be difficult to remember everything.What he has to do now is to remember the simplest tricks during the repeated cooking process.

Mo Ci turned over the fried balls in the oil pan.

All fried products should not be thickened with the pot. Instead, the finished products should be placed on a plate, and then poured into the plate, or poured into a small bowl for dipping, so as to keep the fried products crispy and soft.

The deep-fried small meatballs look ordinary, but they are actually a little different, because a special material is added inside, so that the meatballs are not greasy, but the taste is super good, and it feels smoother and more delicious.

Delicious little meatballs, can be eaten as retail, and can also be used in dishes, such as stir-fried vegetables and stewed soups are very delicious.

Meat fillings that are half fat or thin or four fat and six thin, one egg, two teaspoons of starch, half a spring onion, a piece of ginger, light soy sauce, cooking wine, salt, and one steamed bun are the required raw materials.

The method of small meatballs is very simple. Tear off the surface of the steamed buns, pour water into a large bowl, and soak the peeled steamed buns.After soaking completely, take out the steamed buns, squeeze out the moisture of the steamed buns with your hands, and try to squeeze out all the water.Next, beat the meat stuffing vigorously, add chopped green onions, ginger, eggs, and starch, beat well, add light soy sauce, cooking wine, and salt to taste.Then, add the steamed buns that have been squeezed out and mix well.Finally, heat the oil until it is warm, take some meat stuffing by hand, squeeze out small balls from the tiger's mouth, and fry them in the pan until they are browned and cooked.

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