delicious life

meaning.The upturned corners of the mouth and smiling eyes were imprinted in the green pupils of the other party, causing the other party to complain helplessly.

"Hey, Mo, you always keep me waiting. If it snows outside the door, I'm going to turn into a snowman!" Taking advantage of his height, Morrison, who had light blonde hair, patted Mo Ci hard. shoulders, a cheerful smile.

"Snowman? Ha, if you become a snowman, I'll hang a big carrot on your face." Mo Ci raised his eyebrows and bared his teeth in pain after being patted by him.

"What are you hanging carrots for?" Morrison frowned in confusion, and naturally took his arm from Mo Ci's shoulder, and helped Mo Ci pick up the glass bottle placed at the door.

"Be a nose, Snowman Morrison!" Mo Ci bent down and picked up a row of glass bottles lined up at the door, turned around and put them on the counter in the room.

These glass bottles of different shapes and sizes were sent by enthusiastic neighbors.I heard that he lacked containers to hold those delicious sauces. Neighbors who had been entertained by Mo Ci would clean up the spare glass bottles and put them at the door of his house.

Every morning when I open the door, I can harvest several clean glass bottles. The first thing Mo Ci does when he opens the door is to move the bottles into his home.

In fact, so many bottles are enough, but Mo Ci couldn't bear to refuse the good intentions of the neighbors. He often used the glass bottles they gave him to fill some C-national cuisine sauces and sent them there, so as to get some extra money.

Those housewives who are attracted by Mo Ci's "magical" cooking skills do not accept such a selfless gift, and always put the sauce back into Mo Ci's arms, and exchange it with money, making Mo Ci compromise and accept their purchases. Under the conditions of this bottle of sauce.

In this way, these extra bottles also have a place to go and will not occupy the place.The sauce was delivered every now and then, and the relationship between Mo Ci and his neighbors was handled very well.

Morrison, the first friend Mo Ci met in Country F, also knew where these bottles came from. He called Mo Ci to go to school on time every day so that he would not be late, and he helped Mo Ci carry these bottles by the way. Repeated actions have become a habit.

There were a lot of bottles today. There were seven or eight of them. Mo Ci moved the largest glass container, which could not be called a bottle, to the table. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and asked Morrison about his doubts.

"Why are there so many bottles today?"

"I'm also curious as to why there are so many bottles, Mo." Morrison's answer was more like repeating Mo Ci's words, frowning a few times made his deep-lined forehead crease a few times, which looked extraordinarily funny.

"Maybe there is an extra promotion in the nearby supermarket. You know, those wives always like new things." Morrison shrugged his shoulders and looked at Mo Ci with warm green eyes. .

"Well, maybe." Mo Ci went to the bathroom to wash his hands, walked out and subconsciously looked at the clock hanging in the house, and yelled, "Morrison, it's too bad, we're going to be late!"

"Really?" Morrison looked up, and when he saw the number pointed by the clock, his expression changed. He grabbed Mo Ci's hand, and skillfully led him to Mo Ci's house, leading to a motorcycle parked on the small road. ran to the place.

"Wear a helmet." Morrison threw the helmet hanging on the motorcycle to Mo Ci, and quickly started the motorcycle.

"Oh." Mo Ci put on his helmet cooperatively, stepped onto the somewhat tall motorcycle, put his hands on the motorcycle seat cushion, and kept a certain distance from Morrison.

"Have you come up?" Morrison, who was wearing the same helmet, said to Mo Ci behind him, "Mo, hurry up, or you will fall down when it starts up!"

"Ah? Then drive slowly." Mo Ci, who was frightened by Morrison's "speed of life and death" many times, waved his hand, sat forward, and grabbed Morrison's clothes.

"Would it be uncomfortable for me to hold you like this?"

"No." Morrison's voice came from the front, "Hurry up, I'm going to start."

"Ah."

Mo Ci pulled the corner of La Morrison's clothes again, indicating that he could turn the accelerator.

"It's like this every time. I don't know if Mr. Louis will be furious!" Morrison's voice was dispersed by the oncoming airflow, and a small part of it entered Mo Ci's ears. Mo Ci was used to such complaints. Still couldn't help smiling.It is hard to imagine that Morrison, who has a mild personality, has such a wild side. There is another person hidden behind every person. Morrison is a practitioner of this saying.

Mo Ci couldn't open his eyes with the wind blowing beside his ear, and he held Morrison's clothes tightly, Mo Ci shrank his body back.

After going through a lot of speed and bumps, the two parked their motorcycles without any risk, and walked into the academy with the same name as the city - Sassinho.

Going around a few corridors, Mo Ci glanced at Morrison behind him with a calm expression, patted his chest, and hid behind Morrison habitually.

"You go first."

"No, you go in first this time. I was the meat shield yesterday, and today it's you." Morrison flexibly avoided Mo Ci, with a playful smile in his green eyes.

"Morrison, you've been taught many times by Mr. Louis anyway, and it's okay if you miss one." Mo Ci shook his head in a particularly flattering manner, staring closely at Morrison with a pair of eyes that weren't pure black, and started a persuasive manner. Offensive, attempting to compromise.

"Damn it, why can't you stand in front of me?" Morrison sighed helplessly, a look of willingness flashed in his lake-like eyes.Shrugging, scratching his head.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, you find a chance to sneak behind, um, remember to reserve a seat for me." Morrison compromised, puffed up his chest, stood in front of Mo Ci, and covered Mo Ci behind , Pushing open the door of the classroom with a tragic expression of "a strong man mourning his wrist".

I didn't hear Mr. Louis' serious voice, and there was no Mr. Louis holding a lesson plan on the podium.

Morrison took a few steps back in shock from this strange phenomenon, and looked at the chairs in the back row suspiciously.

Several students who raised their heads greeted Morrison friendly and smiled.

The noisy sound made Mo Ci, who was fleeing behind Morrison, stick out his head, and scanned the empty space at the back of the classroom carefully.

"Mr. Louis doesn't seem to be here today?" Morrison grabbed Mo Ci's hand and walked to the back seat together.He greeted the group of classmates who were fighting in the front row, "Hi, Sarah, isn't Mr. Louis here today?"

"Yes, Morrison, he didn't come today, he's sick, but I'm not sure, just now Teacher Ruth said that we should study by ourselves. Well, that's it." Sarah spread her arms and explained.

"Oh, yes, thank you Sarah." Morrison nodded, turned his head to Mo Ci, with a hint of complacency in his eyes, "Mr. Louis is not here today, we escaped a disaster."

Mo Ci was taken aback by the winking of his eyes, and then he burst out laughing. It was unexpected that Morrison, who is usually gentle and considerate, would make such a weird and funny move.

Burying his head in his arms, Mo Ci shrugged his shoulders,

He patted the desk in front of him.

"Is it so funny, Mo." Morrison moved his chiseled face in front of Mo Ci, and breathed into Mo Ci's protruding ears.

"Morrison!" Mo Ci covered his ears, and slowly raised his head, he was not used to this kind of intimacy.Mo Ci looked at the smiling Morrison with light brown eyes, "Why are you as unruly as Mark?"

"Not serious?" Morrison noticed the thin blush on Mo Ci's face from laughing for too long, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, showing an innocent expression, expressing curiosity about Mo Ci's fresh words.

"Isn't Mark serious?" Repeating the word, Morrison saw Mark in the front row waving vigorously at them.

"Oh, well, stop talking, Morrison, start studying, OK? Study, don't mess with Mark, I think the exam at the end of the month will make you worry for a while." Mo Ci patted Morrison on the shoulder , raised his eyebrows.

"Okay." Lowering his head, he took out the curled-up textbook from the drawer, and Morrison's tangled expression looked extraordinarily funny.

"Don't worry, Morrison, I'll put you at the bottom." Mo Ci comforted, tilting his head to look at those tiresome textbooks.

I don't know what school his father chose for him.In addition to the necessary professional skills training, there are also some brain-testing courses for Western cooking management theory. You must know that it has been a year since he came here, and written expression is still a big problem for him.

Mo Ci tapped the table with his fingers a few times. Compared with these theoretical classes, he preferred Teacher Ruth's dessert cooking class. Dessert cooking is very popular with the students, and the atmosphere in the class is more active.His and Morrison's works are often displayed by Mr. Ruth, and the delicious desserts are his favorite.

Mo Ci waited until the end of the self-study class with a sad face, tidied up the table, the next class will be much more interesting.

The students walked into the unique baking room of this college one after another.Teacher Ruth was wearing a blue velvet suit, with golden waves draped over her shoulders, and a white waistcoat accentuated her charm.

Using a black butterfly hair clip to fix it so that the fluffy hair does not stick to the cheeks, Teacher Ruth looks elegant and playful.Blinking her eyes, Ruth spread her hands and asked a few students to step up to the podium to act as assistants.

"It's a pleasure to come to today's class. Did you have a good week?" With a simple opening remark, the atmosphere suddenly became active. Ruth's fair face had a bright smile, and her mature charm made the students in the audience excited. applauded.

It is hard to imagine that such a woman is already 40 years old.