delicious life

From flour to kneading, rolling, and cooking, this series of complex procedures is tedious and boring. In this fast-paced country, people will not waste too much time just to eat.There are not too many people who really know how to eat.

Compared with life in country C, he is more free and at ease in country F. Apart from studying cooking skills, Mo Ci can't think of what to do with his spare time.In this relaxed atmosphere, Mo Ci never treats his stomach badly.

The silver screen gradually went dark, and the room became more and more silent. Mo Ci changed the channel and stretched his stiff limbs. A hard thing rested on his neck, which made him feel very uncomfortable.Standing up from the sofa, Mo Ci rubbed his neck, twisted his equally stiff head, something cold stuck to the back of his hand, Mo Ci was slightly taken aback.Touching that hard thing, let go of your palm to look.

The emerald Jade Avalokitesvara lay quietly in the palm of his hand, and the different colors of the TV light reflected the moist light. Mo Ci was in a trance for a while, thinking of the person who gave him the Jade Avalokitesvara back then.

It's been...it's been several months since I have not contacted you.

44、chapter3

Lowering his eyes, the jade block in his hand is getting hotter and hotter. With the palm of his hand as a dot, the heat is transmitted to the palm, arm, and even the whole body in waves.There was a sudden burst of laughter from the TV, and Mo Ciyi trembled in fright, almost dropping the Jade Guanyin in his palm to the ground.

Staggeringly holding onto the emerald object, there was a long silence after the laughter, the light in the living room covered the dark gray sofa, pulling the whole room out of the darkness, and it was covered with a halo of white.

The sound seems to be isolated from the air, annihilated in a vacuum.Following the posture just now, Mo Ci slowly slid on the sofa, and the Jade Guanyin spread in his hand brought him into a memory that he hadn't touched for a long time.

Such a person will clumsily comfort himself when he is disheartened and depressed.Unlike Morrison's gentle penetration like water, his dry voice emerges from the microphone after listening to his long complaints. Without any modified sentences, or even the same intonation, it can make Mo Ci confused. The bad mood that became twine miraculously turned for the better.

The picture in my mind was fixed at the beginning of the two people, fighting against the gangsters in the narrow street, and fighting side by side. On the firm face, the eyes that were darker than the night reflected the weak light of the firefly, piercing through the darkness, watching coldly. The little bastard in front of him.The encouragement from Shen Sheng before the food competition, the calm cooking on the field, the fair treatment of high school classmates without the slightest favoritism, and the worry and anger on the hospital bed.The silence before parting, eyes flickering.All the pictures are connected together, flashing through my mind quickly, and then leaving a large blank.

Duan Feng has always appeared in front of his eyes with a mature and stable attitude, making him feel ashamed of a person who has lived two lifetimes but is still impulsive and reckless. Being able to make friends like Duan Feng... is considered a profit.

Mo Ci curled his mouth, stood up from the sofa, put the emerald jade on the table, looked at the clock on the wall, roughly calculated the time difference, walked to the bedside table, and began to rummage through the items he brought from country C. number book.

There are too many things accumulated, and it takes a lot of effort to find them. Mo Ci only cleans the room occasionally, so there is a light layer of dust on the bedside table in this corner, and he puts the messy things on the floor. The sundries in the cabinet were piled up, and finally found the boxy number book on the innermost layer.

After brushing off the dust on it, Mo Ci turned to the front page, where the area code and phone number were listed neatly.

Mo Ci picked up the receiver, looked at the phone book, and started pressing the number keys on the phone.One after another, when pressing the last number key for a long number, Mo Ci hesitated.The extended fingers landed in mid-air, refusing to press the last number.Will Duan Feng be angry if he hasn't called for so long across Oceania?

The fingers retracted and retracted into the palm.Mo Ci sneered at himself for being cowardly, as if trying to prove that he was not so useless, when the phone was about to be disconnected, Mo Ci hurried forward, dialed the last number, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The sound of beeping came out, and the rhythmic interval made Mo

The words are a little depressed, but there is also some expectation.I completely forgot what I wanted to say before, and the scattered words drifted aside, and Mo Ci couldn't reorganize for a while.

The last phone call was probably three, two or three months ago.Since arriving in country F, he has had less and less contact with Duan Feng, and he is almost becoming a stranger.

The beeping continued for more than a dozen times. When Mo Ci thought that no one was answering the phone, the beeping on the other end stopped abruptly. For a moment, his heart raised his throat. group.

A crisp female voice came through the microphone.

"Hello……"

"Mengmeng?" Mo Ci made a sound, thinking that Duan Feng's house did not have a telephone.For a long time, Duan Feng used the landline of Tao Meng's neighbor's younger sister to make contact. Every time he called back to country C, Tao Meng would transfer it to Duan Feng.Just pay attention to the time difference and call back at a fixed time, Duan Feng will receive the call soon.

During the period when Mengmeng called Duan Feng from the next door, he could find some topics to talk about.

A smile curled up on Mo Ci's lips.

"...Brother Mo?" After a long silence, the other side spit out such titles uncertainly.

"It's me, Mengmeng."

Mo Ci crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the bed, his voice filled with joy, "Duan Feng is at home, please go to the next door to call for someone, Mengmeng."

"Mengmeng?" Mo Ci called softly without hearing the cheerful tone on the other end.

"Brother Mo..." After a long period of silence, the choked cry came suddenly.

"Woo...Brother Mo, Brother Duan, Brother Duan..." Unusual emotions caught Mo Ci's attention, and he held his breath listening to the voice that seemed indistinct due to choking, his previously stretched brows were knit together, The smile on his face slowly faded.

He comforted the girl on the other side for a while, and after the sobbing sound gradually died down, the intermittent voice came clearly from the microphone.Like a sudden gust of wind, the original good mood was blown away.

"Brother Duan...was taken away..."——

45、chapter4

The place where Mo Ci works is a very characteristic Chinese cuisine restaurant.

The area of ​​the restaurant is not large, less than 70 square meters, separated by a goose-yellow wall, divided into two areas: the kitchen and the dining room in the front hall.After the [-]-meter extension of the front hall, you have to walk a hundred steps to enter from the back door of the restaurant, which is the entrance of the kitchen.The kitchen, which occupies only [-] square meters, is narrow and long, with winding paths leading to seclusion.Neat dishes and chopsticks are placed in a disinfection cupboard close to the wall, lined up from back to front.The connected countertops are covered with white glazed tiles, holding a variety of tableware, kitchen utensils, seasonings and ingredients.At first glance, you won't feel messy and messy. The fully arranged kitchen is well-equipped. Although the place is small, it is well-organized.

In front of the kitchen separated by a wall is a dining room filled with wooden tables and chairs.The wooden tables and chairs are painted with red paint, which brings out the red style of the restaurant to the fullest, and it looks full of charm, giving the illusion of being in a long pavilion in country C, a century-old inn.

Eyes are red.The joyful feeling extends from the corner of the front hall to the gate. The two specially-made gates are painted with red paint, hung with copper buckles, and painted with ancient auspicious beasts of country C, dividing the inside and outside of the gate into two worlds.Just like the tavern where the cowboys stayed in the movie in the movie, there was a lot of noise inside the door, but there was a burst of yellow sand outside the door, and there were few people.

In fact, at the innermost part of this less lively street, the location of the store does not take any advantage.Unlike the crowds of people in the food street, the pedestrians walking on the street where the restaurant is located can be counted clearly with ten fingers.The strange thing is that every day at eight o'clock in the morning, one o'clock in the afternoon, and seven o'clock in the evening, the restaurant is full of people. It seems that all the pedestrians on this street gather here to chat, drink and relax.

Most of the restaurant's customers are Asians, and there are also blonde Europeans.Occasionally, when I see a group of strangers coming together, I know that they are introduced by others, and they come here because of their reputation.

The black nanmu plaque, the gold-branded shop name, and the word Laotao are inlaid on the black plaque with the square characters of C country, which looks simple and mysterious.

Mo Ci rode a half-worn second-hand bicycle through this familiar street.

The morning sun is not hot, and it harmoniously adds a layer of gold to the surrounding buildings.Sunday is a day for everyone to rest, and it is also the busiest day for Mo Ci.From seven in the morning to five in the afternoon, he has to help the restaurant for twelve hours.

The bicycle was running smoothly, bursts of fragrance came to the nostrils, and there was a slight pause at the corner. Mo Ci stepped on the pedal in a daze, and continued to move forward.

The calling sound coming from the glass door disappeared behind Mo Ci, and the hurried voice seemed to be blocked by something, and it stopped abruptly.The brunette girl who pushed open the glass door muttered a few words, frowned, looked at Mo Ci's walking back with doubts, and moved her lip gloss.

"What's the matter with Mo today, you don't even take the cake prepared by Morrison?" She switched the cake box in her hand to her right hand, the girl shrugged helplessly, looked at the cake with light brown eyes, and sighed softly Taking a breath, he turned and walked into the flower shop.

Morrison is her colleague in this house

They work part-time in a flower shop, and every morning when they go to work, they bring a few cakes and other desserts made at home to pad their stomachs.Share together in exchange for a piece of cake for Mo Ci who works in the morning