delicious life

I will take care of his biological brother's friend. I will ask someone to investigate this matter and give you an answer. Don't go into a corner. "

Didn't hear the imaginary scolding, Mo Ci's frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed, slightly bent the corners of his lips, and sighed, "Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you, please say hello to me and Dad."

"Well, I will. If there is any progress, we will talk about it next time on the phone. Okay, Ah Ci. I have a meeting, so I hang up first."

"Bye bye, brother!"

Mo Ci hung up the phone, took a deep breath, lay on his back on the bed, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

According to Tao Meng, Duan Feng has been missing for several months, that is to say, it was about three months since the last time he called.Having seen the dark fact of the murderer being revenged and tragic death, Mo Ci's expression froze again, he turned over and sat up from the bed, and called Tao Meng again.

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The romance of people in country F is reflected in their focus on desserts from another aspect. From the moment of historical records, people in country F have been

Treat dessert making as an art and a science.Not only the unique taste bud experience, but also the sweet feeling from the dessert and even the warmth after the warm sun in winter.Dessert, on the other hand, is happiness.

Visually colorful and gorgeous, coupled with the matching of cooking skills, a little green embellishment among the thousands of flowers is even more fascinating.Keep the warmth in the mouth, let the sweetness penetrate into the root of the teeth, every place between the teeth, so that the whole body is filled with strong breath, and many romantic love stories are derived from desserts.Romantic and affectionate, I am afraid that is why people in F country love desserts so much.

After recovering from Teacher Lucy's interesting narration, Mo Ci wiped his sweaty nose with his wrist, and his hand with a thin glove was holding a small cherry to decorate the cream cake.

Today's indoor temperature is a bit high, maybe the story that Teacher Lucy told just now is too poignant, the pink bubbles in the classroom are still popping up, surrounding the oxygen.

Shaking his head, Mo Ci used cream to draw patterns on another piece of cake that had not been "colored" in its prototype, and moved his arms up and down to put creams of different colors together to complete the final procedure.Each material is obtained after days of preparation and waiting.The fermented kirsch is taken out at a specific temperature, mixed into the flour, and melted into the innermost layer of the cake.The baking oven, the proper baking temperature, time and humidity in the baking room must be carefully grasped.

The taste is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, as well as the special jam mixed in the inner layer of the cake. The indescribable taste and warm and attractive color, paired with bright and exquisite cherries, give people visual enjoyment.

It can be said that the cake that Mo Ci made independently is eye-catching and very successful.

Today's assessment should be able to pass smoothly.Mo Ci took off his gloves and put down the butter. Morrison, who was facing the table, was already looking at him with a smile, and cleaned up the operating table very easily.

Seeing the uniquely shaped cake in front of Morrison, all kinds of fruits were pieced together without being heavy, and the matching was pleasing to the eye. After thinking for a moment, Mo Ci raised his thumb and gave Morrison a smile.

She was wearing a white taffeta dress with a narrow and pretty dark coat. The pearl braided chain was attached to the exposed neck, and the copper-colored belt was dotted with white camellias.Lucy began to look around the classroom, glanced at the lady's watch on her wrist, and clapped her hands to signal the end of the assessment.

The exam went smoothly in a relaxed atmosphere. Lucy even supervised the whole operation while telling stories. Several teachers who had been waiting in the classroom to participate in the assessment accompanied Teacher Lucy and stood up from the side seats. Get up and walk to the first console in the front row according to the table number.Cut the first finished product with a well-wiped fine knife, savor it in a small dish on the countertop, and leave comments and suggestions in just a few minutes.

The teachers were not as tolerant and kind as they used to be, and the discussion was not loud, but the girl at table one looked a little ugly.When the result was finally announced, the girl's expression changed from the anxious and anxious one before.

Turning to excitement and joy, Teacher Lucy, who recorded the situation, wrote down comments with a brush, showed a slightly encouraging smile to the girl, and led several teachers to the next table.

Every time they go to the next table, the students standing in front of the operation desk will be nervous for a while, waiting for the teachers to give objective and fair comments with apprehension. Or hug and encourage each other with the partners who passed by in the front row.

It seems that the assessment process is not relaxed, and everyone is working hard.Mo Ci suddenly understood the reason why his father wanted him to study here, there was no deep meaning behind it.

Time passed, and according to the procedure, the teachers had already completed half of the assessment and walked to Morrison's NO.19 console.

Because of the close distance, Mo Ci could hear the teachers' comments on Morrison, and Lucy smiled and nodded in a very decent manner, with unconcealed pride in her eyes, "Hi, Morrison, your cake is very beautiful , what did you name it?"

"Fantasy midsummer." Morrison looked at the teachers who had already started tasting with a smile in his green eyes, then moved his gaze to Mo Ci who was covered by the teachers, and gave a thumbs up behind his back.

Mo Ci, who was upright, didn't see Morrison's encouragement. He just focused on the cake in front of him, crossed his hands, and there were dark clouds between his eyebrows.

When Mo Ci came back to his senses, the teachers had already walked in front of Mo Ci. Lucy stretched out her slender fingers and tapped on Mo Ci's operating table a few times with a faint smile.

"Mo, are you nervous?" Lucy put her fingers on her lips as she stared at Mo Ci with wide open eyes.

"Ms. Lucy... yes, I'm a little nervous." Mo Ci avoided his blue eyes and cast his eyes on the cake in front of him.Several teachers who acted as examiners had already cut the cake and put it on the plate.

"Believe in yourself, Mo, you have made a good impression on me, and I like your style very much." Lucy briefly ended the conversation, held the plates passed by several teachers with her left hand, and put down the scorebook and pen.Bring the cake to your mouth gracefully.

Mo Ci didn't pay attention to the expression that didn't change, he kept looking at his toes, Mo Ci distracted himself, and drove the other thing in his heart out of his body.

"Mo," the suddenly raised tone made Mo Ci look up, and saw the serious side of Teacher Lucy that was rarely shown.

The tightly pursed lips and the posture of holding the knife and fork made Moci nervous for no reason, and had to look at Ruth with blue eyes that seemed to be inquiring.

"Mo, tell me, did you make the cake with your heart?" With a serious tone and slightly frowned brows, his voice and expression came into his mind, and Mo Ci nodded.

"I have prepared the ingredients for the cake for many days..."

"No, that's not the point!" Lucy rarely interrupted the students, her eight-pitched voice seemed abrupt in the quiet discussion classroom.

"Today's cake... I even suspect that you didn't make it," Lucy realized that the voice was a little loud, she took a breath, put down the saucer, and stroked her chest with her hand, "If it wasn't for it on your

In front of you... I regret to tell you, Mo, you failed the assessment this time. "

"Why?" Mo Ci looked at the agitated Lucy, and asked the reason suspiciously.

"You didn't put your heart into it, Mo, that's why." Lucy shook her head at Mo Ci, "I can't taste the same taste as before, you know, Mo, you used to surprise me, you are The best. However, today's cake is not as pleasant as you brought me before, so it is a failure." Lucy looked helplessly at Morrison who surrounded Mo Ci.

"The things made by the pastry chef will become more delicious with the change of mood, because someone tastes the smile, and the person who makes the cake will devote all his efforts to complete the artwork in his hand, in order to get more smiles..." Lu Xi watched Mo Ci put the cake in his mouth and tasted it, and said slowly.

"There's nothing wrong with the cake. It tastes sweet and it's not bad." Mo Ci looked into Lucy's blue eyes, and his doubts deepened.There is no problem with the taste and the taste is also very good. Why do you always say that you have failed?

"But, you didn't do it with your heart, and you didn't use it to complete art." Lucy stroked the heart and discussed with the teacher behind her.

"You still have a chance, Mo, did something affect your mood?" Lucy's soft voice hit Mo Ci's heart, her tone was not as intense as before, and Mo Ci raised her eyebrows in surprise with her forgiving eyes. beginning.

"In the past few weeks, I have observed that you are not in a good state, Mo, maybe you need to relax. The string in your head is too tight, and it will also affect your mood..."——

The author has something to say: I revisited "The Little Master of China" again, it's so dazzling, TAT... I'm hungry again

47. chapter6

Mo Ci didn't know why he was so impulsive, he let his body take a step ahead of his brain, and boarded the plane back home.

Knowing that this was an unwise move, Mo Ci still couldn't restrain his emotions, and got off the flight to C before he recovered.

Or because of Teacher Lucy's words, he wanted to loosen the tight strings in his head, so he came back on impulse before even making a phone call.

With a wry smile, Mo Ci looked up at the large flamboyant fire clouds in the sky of country C, and slowly walked out of the plane with a simple suitcase.