delicious life

I just feel embarrassed, caught in the middle, and act as a third party's embarrassment.Morrison, do you understand what I mean? "

"Forget it, it's better for me to stay in the kitchen. Those still vegetables make me feel more at ease."

Mo Ci smiled wryly for a while, feeling that ever since his fate began to turn around, he has become more and more concerned about gains and losses.What he needs is a stable relationship, and the seaweed, which is erratic and will drift away with the waves at any time, is not what he expected.

He didn't know how true or false what he just said was true.

Do you like it or not?

He is shaking.Perhaps it was because Winnie had a crush on him first that she decided to like Winnie.

Because others like him, so he likes others.

Because someone loves him, he loves someone else.

Under the influence of the family environment, he has always been loved instead of loving others first.Before his rebirth, the high-spirited and invincible Mo Ci grew up in a sugar jar. As long as he waved his hand, many women would come to him.He considers himself romantic, but in the emotional world, he is still a child whose intelligence has not yet developed.

But now Mo Ci has become more and more tactful because of being independent from home.

He still doesn't understand love, and he likes whoever treats him well. Now, people who like him have other people who like him and they don't like him.

The feelings that float on the water will be shattered as soon as they are pierced. He feels regretful, but he will not be sad.

Mo Ci who intervened in other people's love, besides embarrassment, was also a little bit disappointed.

This is not the love he wanted.

Winnie and his boyfriend got back together and started off with a bang, which he could hear clearly behind the wall.

Morrison's tense expression made him feel funny. He looked like he was afraid that he would rush out and make a mess.

If it was Mo Ci from before, he would have taught that couple a lesson without hesitation.But at this moment, he will only stay behind this wall, waiting for the kissing couple to leave first.

Perhaps it was Mo Ci's slightly lonely expression that infected Morrison. Morrison raised his fist and said cautiously:

"Mo, do you want me to help you teach them a lesson? I know you are very sad."

Mo Ci pulled back his fist, looked at Morrison's foot in plaster, and smiled faintly, "No, I'm the one who shouldn't intervene between them, so be it."

"No, you're not happy now." Morrison said stubbornly.

"I don't like Winnie," Mo Ci said softly, "Yes, I'm not happy, but I'm not angry at all."

"Maybe it's because the degree of liking is too shallow, so I don't feel cheated."

Mo Ci put it another way, took a sip of coffee, his expression was flat.

Hearing a sentence that Morrison clearly disliked, he suddenly fell into the red world of rose petals flying. His throat was a little dry, and he couldn't wait to say something.

Morrison raised his coffee cup, ignoring the bitterness of the coffee, letting the rich liquid moisten his dry throat. He saw a small shadow on the young man's handsome and delicate face, and he had no intention of leaving.

Putting the sentences that have been sorted out thousands of times in my head against my throat, the dormant seeds in the soil began to suddenly and slowly germinate.

"Mo..." Morrison hesitated for a while, made up his mind, and said the moment Mo Ci raised his head:

"Mo, I want to tell you something I've always wanted to say..."

"I know this will surprise you, I shouldn't have said this on this occasion today, Mo, I like you, no, I love you."

The words that hovered in my heart for a long time were finally blown by the breeze, crossed the dangerous peaks of the valley, and floated into the air.Morrison's hanging heart also floated into the air.

Mo Ci raised his head in astonishment, blinked in surprise, and opened his lips in embarrassment.

This expression was all expected.

"Morrison, are you joking, or am I hearing hallucinations?"

"No, you heard me right, and I'm not joking, Mo, I love you."

"...Aren't we friends, Morrison, did you say something wrong?"

It is normal for people in F country to use the phrase "I love you" between men and women to express their admiration, but saying "I love you" between the same sex has another meaning.

Mo Ci looked at Morrison with a deep expression in surprise, trying to find a joking smile on his face.

"I can repeat this sentence as many times as you want, Mo, you know I'm waiting for your answer." Morrison finished speaking seriously, and his turquoise green eyes were fixed on Mo Ci's body, and he couldn't leave for a moment. .

This reminded Mo Ci of the small restaurant where he met for the first time a long time ago. The tall and straight young man looked at him intently and showed a friendly smile.

Since then, Morrison has been involved in his life.The deep friendship accumulated bit by bit, and the familiarity with each other bit by bit.

So when did Morrison mistake this friendship for love?

Mo Ci couldn't think about the many questions that flooded into his mind for a while, the coffee cup in his hand stopped spinning, and his thinking also stopped functioning.

He was stunned and shocked, unable to give Morrison an answer.

During the long silence, neither of them noticed that the couple next door had left their seats arm in arm.

Morrison swallowed nervously and prayed in his heart. He liked that Mo Ci could understand his own mind and not exclude him from his life circle because of his confession.

That kind of result is too terrible, if he hears Mo Ci's rejection immediately, his heart will be cracked because of this shock.

Silence is Mo Ci's thinking. The longer the time, the more weight Morrison feels in Mo Ci's heart.

He didn't feel that he was acting recklessly. In fact, he prepared for this confession for a month, and practiced it against the air every morning when he got up.

He was ecstatic when he heard Mo Ci's sentence that he didn't care about Winnie, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling.

He is in love, yes, he loves him.

Same-sex love.

Morrison threw away the crutch that was in the way, quietly moved to the chair next to Mo Ci, and slowly lowered his head, letting his shadow cover Mo Ci who hadn't recovered.

He gently approached the face that had appeared many times in the dream, and his breathing became heavy.

"Morrison...it's too difficult for people to answer. I really hope this is just a prank you were bored with." Mo Ci raised his head slightly, and accidentally bumped into a soft and hot object, and immediately opened his eyes wide.

The two lips touched his cheek lightly, and then stuck to his lips.

Surprised by the wet lick, he opened his mouth, "Morrison—"

An even hotter tongue got into his teeth, and he couldn't adapt to the intense kiss, accepting it awkwardly, gave birth to inexplicable resistance.

After Mo Ci recognized the situation, he stretched out his arms and pushed Morrison's palm away from him. His face was hot and bloodshot. He thought that Morrison must have drunk a lot of whiskey before drinking coffee.

Such a shock came too violently, Mo Ci pushed Morrison away fiercely, and there was an indescribable emotion in his confused eyes.

Reluctantly stood up from the chair, the loud sound of the chair rubbing against the ground caused the coffee shop guests to move their eyes here.

Mo Ci expressed his meaning clearly, and lowered his voice so that only himself and Morrison could hear.

"Morrison, don't be kidding. This would surprise me, the second embarrassment of the day—"

"No, I'm not joking,"

Morrison, who stood up on the table and supported himself with a chair, was flustered when he heard the cold tone. He raised his arms and was busy proving himself.

"I love you, Mo, trust me."

When the air was solidified, an unexpected voice came in.

"Mo Ci, you, you—"

The two people moved their eyes to the long-haired woman who made the sound, and the three people whose eyes collided saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes at the same time.

Winnie blushed, and awkwardly picked up a silver lady's leather bag from the coffee shop next door, "I'm here to get things, I, Mo Ci, I... that, you guys continue..."

She faltered and explained that the words that didn't make a sentence revealed her panic, she came at the wrong time, and she didn't have time to think about the reason why Mo Ci was here.

Winnie nodded to Mo Ci, said "Excuse me", then took her bag and hurriedly left the coffee shop.

The embarrassment between the two people standing in place continued, their eyes collided, and they left quickly.

55、chapter14

Mo Ci began to avoid all opportunities to meet Morrison.

He would get up early, rush to Antoine's kitchen to research new dishes, and stay there all day.Under the night when the street lights were all on, he rushed home exhausted, slept on the big warm bed, and slept until dawn.

He deliberately does not answer the phone, and when he sees the number displayed on the phone screen, he will pretend not to see it, and quickly remove the battery and turn it off.

He even pretended not to see Morrison who was wandering outside the door. When he entered the house, he carefully closed the doors and windows to prevent the bitter wind and snow from blowing into the house.

He didn't go to the restaurant that the two of them frequented, and even reduced the number of times he worked at Laogao.Busy with obtaining a chef certificate, he regards radishes and tomatoes as his favorite things.

The kitchen has become the focus of his life, he cooks sheep and slaughters cattle for fun, and forgets the troubles that bother him and the chaos that makes him dizzy when he thinks about it.

I don't know how to face it, so I simply don't face it.

After a week of cold war, Mrs. Charles, an enthusiastic neighbor, knocked on the door of Mo Ci's house.

Mrs. Charles looked worried, and carefully prepared her words, ready to enlighten the two friends who had fallen out, and took the black tea Mo Ci handed over, "