delicious life

Cheerful and generous, he quickly integrated into his life.They share common hobbies and an inexplicable obsession with cooking desserts.This often makes Mo Ci think that they have the same mind and cooperate with each other tacitly.

Mo Ci, who was originally restrained, let go of his restraint under the influence of Morrison, and quickly integrated into the life of Country F.Talkative and interesting classmates, kind and enthusiastic neighbors, and the boss couple of the C-style restaurant.

Different groups bring him different feelings.The work of washing dishes will not make him feel that he has lost his foundation, and the experience of posting advertisements in the playground will not make him feel bored and feel ashamed, relying on his own hands to fight hard, Mo Ci is very satisfied with this status quo.

Memories are over.Sighing, looking at his companion who was ordering the menu, Mo Ci felt that Morrison's demeanor here was more like that of a European aristocrat in the last century.Elegant demeanor, courteous conversation, gentle and polite expression occasionally revealed by lake-like green eyes, it is not an exaggeration to describe him as a gentleman.

The light from the large crystal chandelier sprinkled on Morrison's body. Even though he was wearing the most common casual coat, the bright light cast shadows on him at different angles, and his chiseled face was lacquered. With a faint smile, he slowly announced the menu, waiting for the waiter to write it down, with a casual appearance like the fashion gentleman on the cover of a magazine.

Mo Ci, who had been teasing each other with him, looked away and looked at the layout of the restaurant.In his head, he kept concretizing the image of Morrison, overturning it and combining it again.

Morrison is not a local resident and has no relatives in this city.

That's all Morrison knows.

Could it be that Morrison also left home to work hard like him?Mo Ci couldn't help guessing, and turned his head to Morrison to have a look.

Then treat him to dinner...

Such a high-consumption high-end restaurant, eating a lunch, I am afraid that Morrison's salary for this month will be spent.The dishes had already been ordered on the table, and Mo Ci focused on the table as his thoughts jumped.

Today's dish is authentic foie gras. The foie gras in country C is not as orthodox as that in country F. Mo Ci, who once wanted to eat authentic food, thanked Morrison, and the two talked about food at the dinner table.

"Mo, foie gras is called 'lover's tongue' in the name of people in country F. It is not true to have enjoyed the food of country F without tasting it." Observing Mo Ci's expectant eyes, Morrison Smiling and explaining, the deep outline is much softer because of the smile.

"Tongue?" Mo Ci folded the napkin and uttered short syllables.

"It's delicious food, you won't be disappointed, Mo." Morrison on the opposite side folded his palms and rested his palms on his chin, "It's no worse than Chinese cuisine." His smiling eyes were the same as usual It was so gentle, the sense of disobedience under the light just now seemed to not exist.

Foie gras is a delicacy in the West, and caviar and truffles are called the three major luxury items on the plate.If you make an analogy with the cuisine of country C, its preciousness is equivalent to abalone's fin.

The information found in his head was very useful. While discussing with Morrison, Mo Ci was fiddling with the knives and forks on the table.

After the foie gras is cooked, the fat gradually melts and is close to human body temperature, which will give the taster a feeling of melting in the mouth... The in-depth discussion turned into a debate. When Mo Ci and Morrison had a heated discussion, Morrison knocked on the table, and smiled at Mo Ci.The original debate disappeared immediately, Morrison nodded, and looked at Mo Ci with a smile on his face, "Mo, don't get excited, I admit that the cuisine of C country is extensive and profound, and the taste is unique, but I can't deny that F The existence of the national dish, you taste the foie gras first, and then make a conclusion?"

The tone of the discussion made Mo Cigang touch his fingers in embarrassment with fierce words, and began to taste this delicacy.

The knife and fork are divided reasonably, and the foie gras is sent to the mouth, and it melts in the taste buds with a light bite. The strange aroma seems to dance on the tip of the tongue, silky soft and tender, plump and plump, with a fragrance on the lips and teeth, and an endless aftertaste .

The combination of taste is just right, without dry feeling, Mo Ci is addicted to it all of a sudden, and started to study its formula.

A small plate of foie gras was eaten quickly, and Mo Ci's rich facial expressions made Morrison happy, "Mo, how is it?"

"It's delicious, thank you, Morrison." Mo Ci expressed his feelings honestly, and didn't feel unnatural because of the little argument just now.

"Very good." Morrison saw that Mo Ciruan, who was full, was sitting on a chair. The image of eating and drinking would not make people feel rude, and his squinted eyes looked like a kitten.

Morrison went around to him, stretched out his palm and stroked Mo Ci's hair.The hair with different textures feels good, so I couldn't help rubbing it more until Mo Ci regained his senses and shook off his hand.

It was still sunny at one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and Mo Ci, who left the restaurant for a walk, felt that every part of his body was warm under the warm sunlight.

The sun shines on the ground, so the temperature will not make people rush to the scorching heat. The weather in late autumn is much warmer because of the sunshine.

Mo Ci strolled along the riverside, and the golden sunlight also covered the river with a layer of golden gauze. The sparkling water surface slowly shifted with the rhythm of the river's flow.The river water reflecting the sun looks graceful and colorful.Occasionally, the meandering river has shadows and cannot catch the sun, so it shows a little green, like a green ribbon, with a touch of gold in the middle, and continues to move forward.

Morrison followed Mo Ci, and saw the boy in front of him stop and go, instead of stopping to browse the scenery.The hair that wasn't pure black became transparent under the golden sunlight, and the chestnut hair swayed gently in the breeze. Morrison had a smile in his eyes, and followed behind Mo Ci, keeping a distance , did not speak, and walked forward and backward in a tacit understanding.

Walking against the sun, I haven't seen such good weather for a week.

Moderate exercise after meals is good for health.

Mo Ci felt that the food in his stomach was slowly being digested, and his limbs stretched out.

Eyes turned to the river bank.The buildings on both sides are set off by trees and pedestrians, making them more elegant.

The evergreen trees have turned dark green at this moment, and their branches have just risen to the sky, covering a corner of the river bank.

Mo Ci stopped and turned to look at his partner following behind.From a long distance, waving his arms, the tall Morrison ran over quickly, his eyes were full of water waves like a river, and his smile was mixed with wisps of sunshine, looking very sincere.

"Mo?" The gentle voice made Mo Ci smile inadvertently, and walked side by side with Morrison, continuing to discuss the topic just now.

This street is still a long way from home, and the two of them walked home. Halfway there, they felt that their physical strength could not keep up.

Taking a sorry look at Morrison, Mo Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and walked into a church in the riverside complex with Morrison, and took a rest on the wooden chair.

Gothic architecture with stained glass windows, quaint blue walls, and huge murals on the dome make the church more magnificent and holy.

On Saturday, the church was bustling with people sitting quietly listening to sermons and singing in chorus from time to time.Mo Ci and Morrison sat on chairs along the flow of people, listened to the solemn voice of the clergy, and listened to the preaching for a while.

Gradually recovering their physical strength, when the sermon was about to end, Mo Ci and Morrison sneaked out from the back row, only to find that it was already raining lightly outside the church.

The leaden gray clouds covered the sun, blocking the original bright sunshine behind, and the drizzle was falling densely, floating on the buildings, and the pedestrians on the street were walking in the rain with umbrellas.

It's getting late.

Fortunately, Mo Ci brought an umbrella when he went out in the morning, and it just came in handy at this time. He raised his eyebrows at the empty-handed Morrison, showing his neat teeth. Mo Ci took out the rain gear from his backpack and opened the blue umbrella , stepping out of the long corridor in the rain, "Morrison, let's go."

With a brisk tone and slightly raised mouth corners, Morrison looked at Mo Ci who was standing still in the rain. His face, which was not clear in the rain and mist, was very soft, like the bright moonlight in a quiet night, mysterious and tranquil.

"Okay, I'll hold an umbrella." Morrison walked through the rain, took the blue umbrella from Mo Ci's hand, held it high above his head, and put Mo Ci, who was a head and a half shorter than him, on his right hand.

The next journey is not too far.

It was almost dusk when the two of them walked home.The light rain stopped halfway, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the thin clouds and sprinkled on the trees beside the road.In late autumn, the golden leaves are stained with raindrops, swirling and falling to the ground, and there are bursts of coolness in the air.

The weather in Country F is always moody, this is what Mo Ci, who has been here for a year, has a deep understanding of.

After waving goodbye to Morrison, Mo Ci walked to the alley on the left, walked through a large field of flowers, and returned home.

Turn on the TV and put on an apron.Mo Ci cracked an egg very familiarly, put it into the boiling pot, and with the strength of his wrist, he stir-fried tonight's dinner.

Laughter came from the TV, and the sound of boiling water in the kitchen overwhelmed the noise of the TV. Mo Ci hurriedly turned off the fire, unplugged the electric kettle, and carefully poured the boiling water into the boiling water bottle.

Half an hour passed, and a burst of aroma came from the kitchen. Mo Ci untied his apron, poured himself a glass of water, and started eating with a bowl.Sitting in front of the TV, watching the joke show that I watch every day, at eight o'clock, the show started, the rhythmic opening music sounded, and the hot noodles were put down to my mouth.

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