delicious life

After failing this time, he was able to study the culinary skills that he had dismissed before without distraction.

Four years fly by and life in the kitchen is simple but not boring.

Wuxia estimated that there was a vacancy in his relationship, so he didn't make any more girlfriends.

After all, not everyone can bear the fact that their significant other pays more attention to the radish and cabbage salad dressing than they do.When Mo Ci is in the mood, at most he uses his hands to relieve his desires, bid farewell to the absurd past, Mo Ci's life in the past few years is simple.

I used to be so busy filling my brain with cooking tips and plans big and small that I often overlooked it.

But now, a girl took the initiative to invite him, and Mo Ci admitted that he also had a crush on the girl.

It's not a bad thing for two people to be together.

After thinking clearly, Mo Ci immediately felt a lot more relaxed, and walked away on the fallen leaves.

Mo Ci was smiling, and his pointed jaw looked more handsome because of this smile.When the light brown eyes looked at the opposite female partner, they were focused and gentle.

Considerately buying drinks for the girl, skillfully smoothed the girl's hair that was a little scattered around her shoulders, anyone could tell that Mo Ci was in love.

The tall Morrison next to him was replaced by the petite and beautiful Winnie. When everyone was blessing their handsome couple, there was only one person who stood far away with dark eyes and did not say a word.

There seemed to be a raging flame hidden in Morrison's heart, burning his internal organs, and the pain was unbearable.

He liked Mo Ci from the first moment he saw him.

The so-called love at first sight, Morrison tried his best to get close to Mo Ci and became his neighbor, friend and partner.

But the relationship of partners is not what he wants, he hopes that Mo Ci can respond and know his mind.It is said that Asians are reserved and euphemistic. If you say it rashly, Mo Ci will definitely not accept it, and even alienate him.

It doesn't matter, he can wait, he can wake up from the bits and pieces of the days we get along.

But... the long wait had resulted in such a result, which Morrison absolutely could not accept.

In the past few years, he has rejected many men and women, and even secretly dealt with outsiders who have shown good intentions to Mo Ci. The liking that he buried little by little accumulated together. Seeing the two people in the distance being intimate, Morrison's chest swelled and cracked, In desperate need of venting!

Morrison looked at the two people under the tree, turned and left.At this time, Mo Ci under the tree saw Morrison who had disappeared for several days standing not far away, whispering a few words to the girl beside him, and then ran towards Morrison's direction.

"Hi Morrison, good morning."

Resisting the urge to pull the two of them apart, Morrison acted as if he had never heard of Mo Ci's greetings. With big strides, he shook off Mo Ci who was chasing him, and walked straight forward.

Morrison's jaw line was extremely tense, and his slashed contour became more prominent because of the tension. He sat on the motorcycle expressionlessly, and Morrison stepped on the accelerator vigorously amidst Mo Ci's shouts. The sound was like the roar of an angry bull, picking up a cloud of dust behind him, and Morrison quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

"Morrison?" Mo Ci withdrew his hand in doubt, thinking that Morrison had become more and more weird recently.

Accelerating at full speed, Morrison felt the wind cutting his face.

Galloping all the way, Morrison accelerated several times and passed the cars and buses in front of him. He didn't care about the police intercepting him. With a gloomy face, he let the motorcycle rub against the ground and made noises to resist the pain in his heart.

He was very emotional, and even with the increasing speed of the motorcycle, the trees and pedestrians on the street were quickly reversing, bypassing the large truck in front of him, and Morrison turned into a section of racing road.

If you drive faster and the wind is stronger, the pain in your heart will be offset. ,

At the turn, Morrison slowed down and waved with the drag racing party who had been following for a long time. Hearing the whistle from the other party, he made a gesture with his hand and agreed to the request of the game.

Accompanied by the roar of the "buzzing" motor, Morrison and the drag racing gang waited for three seconds, and when they heard the start, they held the handle of the motorcycle and accelerated the speed.

Motorbikes galloped on the road section, and occasional cheers could be heard. The sound of the motor was like the music of a competition. Whoever made the loudest sound was the winner.

Morrison was thrown behind by the red-haired boy in front, angry and anxious, he almost twisted his handlebars before slightly crossing the motorcycle in front.

"Hey, buddy, you're not bad!" The red-haired boy didn't put on his helmet, his short red hair was blown upside down by the wind, and he whistled. He let go of the handle and raised his hands above his head, "How dare you Compare with me?"

The provocative sound ignited the last trace of reason in Morrison. There was a roar in Morrison's mind, frantically wanting to throw this kid behind him and eat the dust.

"Okay." A gritted response escaped from between the teeth, and the sentence blown away by the wind made it clear for two people who were not far away. When Morrison saw the other's upside down thumb, his eyes deepened and he accelerated again. , around a bend.

The hula-la wind poured into my ears, the scene in front of me was constantly changing, the road line was crushed under the body of the motorcycle, and the beating of the heart was also constantly speeding up. Morrison felt his blood was burning in his bones, The pain was replaced by excitement, holding his breath, his body seemed to be floating in the strong wind, shaking with the strong wind.

Unable to hear the words spoken by the red-haired boy, Morrison overtook his motorcycle and rushed straight forward. His body was instantly lifted into the air, as if weightless on the earth, and he encountered a spreading green. Morrison It was pitch black.

51. chapter10

His feet in plaster were hanging high on the brackets of the hospital bed. Morrison didn't show any signs of fading his frustration. His squinted eyes and upturned mouth indicated that he was in a good mood now.

"Morrison, don't you feel any pain?" The man who made the probing voice was what made Morrison feel better.

Morrison let Mo Ci tap on his feet, and leaned against the soft pillow. The smell of disinfectant was not very pleasant, but it was within the range of tolerance.

The cast of the right leg looked horrible, and the bandages wrapped around the cast foot, like a stiff mummy.However, it is a good choice to let Mo Ci stay here to take care of him, serve tea and water, and ask about his health.

When Mo Ci slapped his calf hard, Morrison deliberately made a pained expression and wailed.

"Don't touch here, it hurts."

"Here?" Mo Ci quickly let go of his hand, observing the expression on Morrison's face, "Did it hurt just now?"

"Yeah." Frowning, Morrison secretly felt happy, and supported his head with his hands to say that he was uncomfortable.

"Do you need me to pour you a glass of water?" Mo Ci hurriedly poured a glass of boiling water and handed it to Morrison.

This guy went racing without saying a word yesterday, and ended up in a car accident.

Fortunately, Morrison staggered from the van traveling in the opposite direction, just brushing the edge of the roadside guardrail, with only a broken right leg and minor abrasions.

When he first arrived, there were still a circle of policemen standing around Morrison, and the speeding ticket was posted on the hospital bed. Morrison couldn't help laughing at the policeman's miserable green face.

Unexpectedly, Morrison still has a rebellious, angry and innocent look in his bones, which is really childish...

Mo Ci bounced heavily on Morrison's elephant leg, "Impulse is the devil, Morrison."

"You are the devil who makes me impulsive." Morrison said silently in his heart, and pointed to the fruit basket on the table without answering.

"When will I be discharged from the hospital?" Mo Ci helped Morrison adjust his sitting posture, took out a bright red apple from the fruit basket and peeled it with a knife.

"The doctor said it will take a week, and it will take another two months to remove the plaster cast..." Morrison put his paw on Mo Ci's shoulder and said pitifully.

"Poor Morrison, I won't discriminate against you." Mo Ci laughed, amused by Morrison's mournful and gradually changing tone, and pulled Morrison's arm hanging from his shoulder.

"You will take care of me." Morrison retracted his paws solemnly, and straightened Mo Ci's body, with water ripples in his deep pool-like green eyes.

"Don't you still have your hands to use?" Mo Ci rolled his eyes, hit Morrison's unfeeling plaster leg hard, and stuffed the apple into his palm, "But you have to work harder, After all, walking on one leg is technical work."

"Mo, you are so cruel." Morrison followed his tone and stretched out his thumb, holding the apple, snapped it, and bit it crisply.

"Thanks for the compliment, Morrison."

"Mo, you're duplicity."

"Ah."

"You today

Is it the soup for me that brought something? "

"Can you shut up?"

"No."

"Then I'll take it back."

"No, Mo." Morrison covered his mouth, swallowed the unchewed apple down his throat, and shook his head at Mo Ci, who had fierce eyes.

"Be obedient, sit here." Mo Ci patted Morrison's thick back vigorously, and ordered in a tone like calling for a puppy.

"Yes!" Morrison sat up straight, his eyes following the moving figure.

Mo, you care about me.

Morrison smiled brightly when Mo Ci turned around, and something was floating in his green eyes.

While drinking the soup, Morrison was rarely quiet. Seeing that he was no longer noisy, Mo Ci had a smile on his face.

Traditional Chinese medicine uses the simple therapeutic theory of bone to supplement bone. Bone soup can increase the body's absorption of calcium and repair bone damage as soon as possible.