delicious life

The customer is Mo Ci's familiarity, and he leads Mo Ci to the bottom floor of the restaurant - the cooking basement.Due to his identity restriction, he couldn't go in, so he just made a gesture of please and left.

The basement has plenty of light, which is more than a thousand times better than the dilapidated basement of the previous life.But when he opened the door, Mo Ci still felt a sense of suffocation.

His father's cry pulled him back from his suffocation.Bright crystal chandeliers illuminate the hallway, making it more of the outside than the outside.

— This is where my father works.

do not be afraid.

Mo Ci took a deep breath and followed his father's voice to find the source of the sound.Push open an iron door.

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Father was wearing a snow-white chef uniform and a tall hat. He lost his usual seriousness and became very friendly.

"Close the door." The old man ordered, and turned around to sharpen the knife again.

Mo Ci responded and closed the iron door.This kitchen is my father's private place, and no more than the fourth person can enter now, the eldest brother, he and Uncle Da who my father trusts.

Even the ingredients were brought into the kitchen by my father himself, and there was no room for others to intervene.

Mo Ci changed into another chef's uniform, and stood quietly aside, watching his father hold the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, while the fingers of his left hand lightly pressed down on the surface of the knife, and the knife moved rapidly up and down on the whetstone.

A cook, especially a chef with unique skills, has more or less eccentricities.This is reflected in many ways, some people like to cook in a sealed and quiet environment, some people like to listen to MJ music while cooking, and some people like to chop vegetables while humming.

Knives are the soul of a chef.Without good knives, the food you make seems to lack soul and essence.

My father cherishes knives very much.Polish and clean every time before cutting vegetables.Just like the heroes of the rivers and lakes in ancient times, they must first wipe the blade of the sword they wear before a duel.

The sword is with the people, and the sword is dead and the people are dead.The chef's knives affect the chef's mood in many ways.

Sharpening a knife, seemingly useless, is indeed a must-do preparation before cooking.

Mo Ci glanced at the knives in the kitchen.

Sharpening a knife is a labor-intensive task. Standing with your feet apart, one behind the other, and your chest leaning forward is the most standard posture.

My father's legs and feet are not good, and he can't stand for a long time. At this moment, the surface of the knife is almost worn.Mo Ci felt his father's feet trembling slightly, and immediately stepped forward, supported his father who was about to lose his footing, and helped him to the seat beside him.

"Dad, take a break. I'll grind it." Mo Ci handed his father a towel and said worriedly.

"Huh? You know how to grind?" The old man was quite surprised, Mo Ci's filial piety today has exceeded his imagination.

He originally thought that Mo Ci's promise would be just to amuse him.Mo Ci didn't remember what happened in the morning, and the kid probably went crazy with his group of cronies again.

With such thoughts in mind, the old man gave up his hopes and stayed in his private kitchen, which made him feel at ease, preparing to study a new dish.

"Dad doesn't believe it?" Mo Ci raised his eyebrows, not knowing what the old man was thinking.

The evil look made the old man startled, and he slapped away Mo Ci's paw on his shoulder.

It's so abnormal...it's so abnormal!

"Go grind it if you know how." The old man said decisively, he didn't want Mo Ci to stay by his side and continue to stimulate him.People are old and their heart is not working well, I hope Mo Ci is serious this time.

The old man patted his chest, looked at Mo Ci's posture holding the knife, and nodded slightly.

Hold the knife in your right hand, pressing your fingers on the knife surface.The back of the knife is facing the body, and it is slightly tilted for about one minute. The hand that presses the knife surface, the thumb should be firmly stuck on the back of the knife.Before sharpening the knife, pour water on the knife surface and the whetstone, so that the blade is close to the stone surface.Grind the edge of the knife evenly, preferably on the cheek.The blade is blue and has no white luster. If you scratch the blade with your fingertips, you will feel that it has been cut, which means it has been sharpened.

Mo Ci still remembered when he was very young, how his father, who was still agile, taught him how to sharpen a knife.

The father held his little hand and raised and lowered it on the whetstone. The feeling of being wrapped in a warm and rough palm was a forgotten happiness.

Seeing Mo Ci's focused expression, the old man was deeply relieved.

Today, he saw a different Mo Ci from the past.

This kid wants me to give him another chance...

The old man caressed the white jade ring finger on his ring finger, his eyes softened.

From a distance, this appearance is completely a loving father.

Yes, he is just a father. Although he is a failed father, he still attaches great importance to the love he can give.So what about a successful career, what he wants to see is the joy of his children.

This kid can only drill into a dead end.

I will not open my mouth to admit that I am wrong, but only use actions to prove that I am changing, heh!It's so stubborn and cute...

Looking at Mo Ci's beautiful side face like his mother, the old man had a smile on his mouth and slowly fell asleep.

Since she left, the two children he took care of have grown up slowly, and his body has gradually deteriorated. As he gets older, his spirit is getting weaker and weaker.

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When Mo Ci scratched the blade with his fingertips, feeling cut, he was about to speak to his father.

The movement of turning the head was fixed in the air——

What happened to father? !

Feeling great panic in his heart, Mo Ci hurriedly dropped the knife, ignoring the ear-piercing sound of the knife hitting the ground.He rushed to his father and shook his father's body vigorously.

"Dad! Dad! Dad!!"

No!no!In the previous life, my father passed away after his [-]th birthday, but now my father is only in his early fifties, that kind of thing will not happen!Mo Ci didn't realize that his voice was mixed with crying and long trills.

A thunderous cry exploded in his ears, and Mr. Mo woke up from his sweet sleep. He was so excited that he almost fell off the couch.

"You bastard, what are you doing!" The old man pulled back the arm that was still on Mo Ci's chest and cursed angrily, but he closed his mouth after seeing the hot tears streaming down Mo Ci's cheeks.

Why is this kid disturbing his slumber?It's just a little tired, take a break, do you need to scare the old man!

——It’s not that this bastard thinks I’m…

The old man had big and small "well" characters on his head, and his expression was distorted.

"Are you okay...?"

Mo Ci said happily, sobbing non-stop, and even hiccupped lightly, choking out these words.

A pair of hands wrapped tightly around his arm again.

"I thought... I thought you..." Before he finished speaking, there was another hiccup, and the hot tears that were still swirling in Mo Ci's red eyes rolled down and dripped on the old man's arm.

"Stop talking..." The old man suddenly had the urge to touch his forehead.

Mo Ci had a problem when he was a child, that is, he loved to cry.At that time, not long after his wife passed away, he was overwhelmed by the busy business of the family, and Mo Yan was sent abroad to study again. This child who was clinging to him always sleepwalked into his bed when he came home late at night and lay tired on the bed. , wrapped his small hands around his arms, muttered a few words before falling into a deep sleep.Send him to his room, and the next morning if he doesn't see himself by his side, he will cry, throw things, bite people, and refuse to eat.

Crystal teardrops kept coming out of the red eyes, sticking to the small mole on the left cheek, hiccupping non-stop, all complaining: Dad is a bad person!

Mo Ci was like a frightened little white rabbit, staring at him with red eyes.

The old man will have to work hard to appease him for half an hour.Ada and Amei (Sister-in-law Da's nickname, to put it bluntly, she is a good person who protects the cub~) It's no use trying to coax her.He hiccups whenever he cries, and after the flowers are finished, he has to help wipe the snot from Xiao Moci's face. It takes a long time for the hiccups to stop.

The old man didn't dare to provoke Mo Ci.Since marrying a new wife, little Mo Ci has gradually grown up, and the child's temperament has changed drastically, becoming domineering and domineering, and crying less and less.

In this way, the old man who has been a "nanny" for a year is a little more worried.

The half-old child actually cried today, alas... I really don't know what to say.

The old man shook his head, took the sobbing Mo Ci's head into his arms, and touched it with his hand.Pat him on the shoulder again, comforting him for a while.Just like the father and son who snuggled together when they were young.

The abyss-like estrangement between father and son disappeared without a trace in an instant, and neither of them noticed the sudden removal of the barrier and the filled abyss of estrangement.

5. chapter5

"A Ci, tell me, what is cooking?" The old man took a knife and asked Mo Ci who was hanging his head.His eyes were full of helplessness.

Mo Ci was taken aback for a moment, secretly took his hand that was still wiping away his tears, and continued without hesitation: "Isn't cooking just food processing?"

The old man cursed secretly, this kid doesn't have a long memory, so he always answers like this.Could it be that letting him learn to cook is really drinking water by the head of a cow?

"Wrong... You can also say that," the old man frowned, but he didn't let go of his work. "Culinary science is a subject that focuses on food production technology. It includes knowledge of biology, chemistry, physics, nutrition, artistic modeling, etc. It is also a 'comprehensive subject'. Um, remember?"

"Hmm..." Mo Ci uttered a meaningless syllable, feeling the urge to slip away immediately.

Shame, shame, to think that father... Sigh!My father just took a nap, why would he think the worst, his father will live a long life!Bah, bah, bah, Mo Ci shook off the unrealistic thoughts in his head.

An adult man in his 30s was crying in his father's arms... he had no face to see people.

"Mo Ci!" Seeing that Mo Ci was absent-minded and listless, the old man gave a reminder.

"Here!" Mo Ci straightened his body reflexively, almost putting his hands behind his back,