delicious life

It's easy to make, and it's commonplace to have a big meal with your family.Using the guise of the dead mother to stimulate the father, let him not meddle in his own business.

Mother... that gentle and elegant woman?

Mo Ci couldn't remember her appearance clearly.

As long as you confront your father with a stubborn face when you get into trouble, no matter how angry your father is, he will be bored and leave angrily.

Because he is very much like his mother.As for the father, only through his face can he recall a good memory of being with his mother.

Taking advantage of the trust and connivance of his family, he indulged himself and lived a life of feasting and feasting.

Seeing the gloomy faces of his father and elder brother, he felt a pleasure almost of revenge.

Is that really the case?Is father and elder brother really disappointed in him?

Are you really happy?

Mo Ci didn't know, he was immersed in the past and memories.

Today's fragments collided with past images, and the crystal lamps overhead became overlapping.

Is it one, or two?

Mo Ci shook his head.Thinking of the surprise in his father's eyes when he left Baiyun.

That plate of stir-fried vegetables tasted the same as the ones I made before, and there was nothing special about it. It was just that the ingredients were of high quality, not the best.At least, he thought so.But why did father show such a surprise?

It's like seeing hope.

From his father's forgiving eyes, Mo Ci saw a responsibility that he was about to bear.

Inherit the family business, inherit the formula.Mo Ci vaguely guessed it.

In the last life, I resisted in every possible way, forcing my father to have no choice but to escape the fate of studying abroad.

At that time, he was greedy for the life of the beauties in C City and the rich young masters, and he didn't want to travel across the ocean to work and wash dishes in other restaurants, and was "stealed" by others.

I don't like to follow the path planned by my father.Life should be enjoyed in time, how can you leave City C and live such a planned, purposeless life?

Thinking about it now, I really regret it.

If at that time, he had obeyed his father's arrangement, returned from his studies, and inherited the family business, he would not have been in such a miserable state as he was back then.

Young and frivolous, missed a lot.

Such as family, wealth, friendship, opportunities and even opportunities for growth.

But this time, he didn't want to miss it.

Mo Ci touched the thumb on his right palm and said to himself.

The crystal chandelier glows softly, illuminating the entire bedroom.The curtains were not drawn, and through the large glass windows, one could see the stars in the night sky. Occasionally, there would be a breeze or two, blowing the curtains up.

Quiet and speechless.

Mo Ci stood up from the big bed, walked barefoot to the window sill, and looked at the hazy moonlight.

The lights in the distance flickered on and off, and Mo Ci felt an indescribable emotion emerge from his chest.

Softly, gently.Like a shallow breeze, gurgling water.

The heart is lighter and softer than the wind, thinner and slower than the flowing water.

Close your eyes and open them again.It's still the moonlight outside, it's still the starlight outside, nothing has changed.

A blast of MJ's ringtone interrupted Mo Ci's relaxation. Mo Ci frowned, and took out a cell phone that was making noise from his constantly vibrating lower body pocket.

Mo Ci didn't answer.

On the phone is a string of unfamiliar numbers.

However, the phone vibrated relentlessly as if it had been wound up, and almost fell off the coffee table.

Mo Ci caught the falling mobile phone, he didn't want to lose it, hesitated for a while, and finally pressed the connect button.

"...Second Young Master? Hey, Second Young Master?" The other end of the phone played even louder music, and Mo Ci could vaguely distinguish what the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

"Hello, Second Young Master?" It was too noisy, Mo Ci couldn't hear what he was talking about, and the dynamic music on the phone almost deafened his ears.

"Second Young Master, your son is looking for you everywhere..."

Mo Ci hung up the phone expressionlessly.

Fearing that the person would call again, Mo Ci quickly removed the battery of the phone.

The good mood was inexplicably destroyed.

Mo Ci covered the quilt dully.

Then pull the light to sleep.

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It was just dawn when Mo Ci woke up.

Opening his eyes lazily, he was very happy to see the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

This is not a dream.What happened yesterday was not a long dream either.

Mo Ci had a nightmare last night.I dreamed that I was still in the cramped and damp basement, still hiding around to pay off my gambling debts.

He was afraid that this dream would come true.

He didn't really feel relieved until he saw the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Mo Ci changed into his sportswear, opened the door, and went downstairs.

Surprised to find that someone got up earlier than him.

The eldest brother is also wearing a black sportswear, with a small towel hanging on his shoulders, and is about to go out.

Mo Ci was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said hello: "Brother, are you going out for a run too?"

Mo Yan nodded, looked Mo Ci up and down, and showed an imperceptible smile: "A Ci is going too? Let's go together."

"Okay." Mo Ci realized that he didn't bring a small towel for wiping sweat, curled the corner of his mouth, and said to Mo Yan who was walking outside: "Brother, wait for me, I'll go get something."

Hearing Mo Ci's crisp voice, Mo Yan stopped in his tracks, raised his head slightly, and looked upstairs.The doubt in his eyes was magnified a lot.

After Mo Ci took the towel, the two brothers walked out of the house side by side, trotting along the quiet road.

Mo Ci never knew that his elder brother would get up early every day and insist on doing morning exercises every day.

In the past, he would never get up until he was exposed to the sun until he was exposed to the sun, so Mrs. Da's breakfast was always delivered to his room.

Mo Yan was also very surprised today, why did Mo Ci get up so early for two consecutive days?

While trotting, while analyzing.Sweat gradually began to form on his body. Looking back at Mo Ci, he was already more than ten meters behind.

Mo Ci began to pant. Although jogging was effortless, after a long time, his slender arms and legs that had not been exercised could no longer hold on.His whole body was weak, and his legs and feet became sore and weak. Mo Ci supported his waist and gritted his teeth to stand up, and continued to run forward.

Seeing Mo Ci's perseverance, Mo Yan was slightly happy in his heart, and calmly slowed down his pace.Stop and wait from time to time.

This neighborhood is very quiet, there is little noise, and the weather is still early.The fresh air spreads over the surface, and the community is lined with dense and tall plane trees. The tall plane trees line up in a row, which is very confrontational.

At the moment, only Mo Ci and Mo Yan are doing morning exercises on the road.

In the northernmost part of this community is a specially prepared park. The destination of Mo Ci and Mo Yan is the northernmost park.The park is a little far away from home, but since Mo Ci was 16 years old, he has been to the park very few times.

Looking at his vigorous figure behind Mo Yan, Mo Ci couldn't help feeling envious.Mo Yan, who is tall and straight, has well-proportioned and slender limbs. When he swings his arms, he can see the raised muscles, as if his whole body is full of strength.

The eldest brother started to trot, the wind was blowing under his feet, he was safe and secure, and he didn't even stop to rest for so long.

Looking at myself again, even the wrists are a bit thinner than my elder brother's, and my skin color has become pale and pale due to not exercising often, which is inversely proportional to my elder brother's honey-colored glowing complexion.Compared with my strong brother, my skinny limbs are not fully developed.Comparing my 1.7m1.8 height with my [-]m[-] elder brother... Mo Ci shook his head, why is there such a big difference when both were born by the same mother?

Mo Ci secretly gestured the height of the two of them with his hands, and when the elder brother turned his head, he rushed forward, surpassed the elder brother, and stepped into the park first.

Seeing Mo Ci's childish behavior, Mo Yan shook his head and couldn't help but laugh.Looking back, there are only a few elderly people in the park.

Mo Yan found a place where no one was around, and started to hang on the parallel bars. His thick arms led his body up and down, full of beauty.

The corners of Mo Ci's mouth dropped, he didn't want to see his elder brother anymore, lest he feel inferior.He did push-ups not far from Mo Yan.

At the beginning, I can still do a good job, and the standard of action is in place.Later, I couldn't use my hands, and I fell directly on the mat tired.

When Mo Ci had enough rest, another carp turned over and stood up. He smiled at Mo Yan, and moved to Mo Yan's side: "Brother, let's compete." Then he pointed to the air gun in the target training field in front of him.

"Let's see who shoots the most balloons!" Mo Ci's face was full of anger, his two delicate eyebrows were raised, and Mo Yan smiled a little bit more, and he played balloons with Mo Ci.

Mo Ci thinks that his shooting skill is not bad, but Mo Yan's skill is even better.

Mo Yan almost aimed his gun at the smiling faces of the balloons, missing everything.Mo Ci's luck was worse, and he missed several times.

Who wins and who loses can be imagined.

When the two returned home after exercising, Mrs. Da's breakfast was also served on the dining table.

Seeing Mo Ci and Mo Yan coming back together, Mrs. Da's simple face was a little more surprised.

Mo Yan didn't explain, and smiled at Mrs. Da as usual, walked around the table and sat down.Mo Ci waited and waited but didn't see his father, and was about to ask Mrs. Da, when he suddenly remembered that his father told him yesterday that he would go to City H this week to find good ingredients for the restaurant under his name, so he must have already left the house.

He picked up the black rice porridge served by Mrs. Da and poured it into his stomach.The exercise just now had left him exhausted, and his stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time.

Mo Yan is not as impatient as Mo Ci, and swallows gracefully.

Mo Ci rolled his eyes, feeling that today's eldest brother is very friendly, and the smile on his face has increased a lot.It's all because of me, I'm not too surprised, my eldest brother must have accepted his change.

Mo Ci chatted with his eldest brother without saying a word.

Dasao saw that the relationship between the two brothers was getting better and better, and walked into the kitchen cheerfully.

A phone call broke the atmosphere.

Mo Yan borrowed the phone from Mrs. Da and answered it.

Mo Yan's complexion became more and more