delicious life

After arranging the clothes, Duan Feng paused while holding the box, and frowned and looked at the shadow not far away.

He avoided the main passage of the elevator, chose the sixteenth floor of the stairs, went down the stairs, walked out of the hotel through the inconspicuous side door, and came to the agreed place.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Ci stuffed the mobile phone into Duan Feng's pocket, and wanted to help Duan Feng carry the suitcase, but Duan Feng resolutely refused, so he had no choice but to put it in his pocket, and the two came home by TAXI.

57、chapter16

"Let's talk about four years ago, when I left country C, did you pay off the usury?"

Mo Ci asked from the inside of the bed, the expression on the other person's face could not be seen in the room without lights.

"Well, I got the prize money from the competition at that time, and I paid off all the debts, and then rented a small store with the remaining savings." Duan Feng lay on his back, his voice low and mellow.

"What happened after that?" Mo Ci frowned, unable to see clearly under the cover of night, he continued to ask, "Where did you go two years ago?"

Mo Ci changed his posture and said dully: "I heard Mengmeng crying on the phone. He said you were missing and were taken away."

"At that time, I was worried that you would be severely blackmailed by those people, worried about your safety, and went back to China to find you... My elder brother analyzed the situation and said that your life was not in danger, so I returned to Country F."

"When I just returned to China, I received a registered letter from you. It was just a short sentence, which made me worry for so long... I really feel that there is something wrong with my head. Why should I worry about you, a stubborn little can? "

The tone of the voice here is very unpleasant, but the person listening there is warm, and almost immediately holds the palm of the other party, "I entrusted someone to deliver that letter, because I don't have time to write too many words, so it was just to be with you." You said hello." Duan Feng continued.

"No time? Are you busy?" Mo Ci complained softly, telling Duan Feng all his guesses and worries.

Duan Feng listened quietly, and when the sentence turned a corner, he responded with "hmmm", indicating that he was listening.

The shallow breathing was on the neck of □, Duan Feng felt Mo Ci approaching, and said in a deep voice: "Do you really want to know about the past two years?"

"Well, tell me quickly, don't lose my appetite."

"Where should I start?" Duan Feng felt a little hot on his body, and distanced himself from Mo Ci, "Why don't you ask me, you ask questions, and I'll answer them."

"Okay, you must know everything," Mo Ci answered, clearing his throat: "Ahem, please listen to the questions. The first question, who is the person who took you away?"

Duan Feng expressed powerlessness to Mo Ci's little humor in such a serious situation. In fact, the shackles on his body were imposed on him by those who took him away.

Duan Feng answered briefly when Mo Ci's neck was sore: "People from Ji's family."

"Ji's family?" Mo Ci had a vague impression, and after thinking for a long time, he dug out the news that Ji Jifeng was his father's friend. He stiffened in shock, and approached Duan Feng who was outside.

"The Ji family that Ji Jifeng is in charge of?"

"Yes."

"They took you? What are they trying to do?"

Mo Ci's astonished voice sounded in the room.

Duan Feng was silent for a while before speaking:

"The reason they took me away is because I am also Ji's family."

"I have their blood on me."

"My mother is the childhood sweetheart girlfriend of Ji Jifeng's only son."

"My mother left the father who provided the sperm after giving birth to me. My mother raised me alone. The Ji family got the news that my mother gave birth to me two years ago, so they sent someone to take me away."

It was rare for Duan Feng to speak such a long sentence.

Mo Ci felt the bitterness in his words, remained silent, put away his relaxed expression just now, and waited for Duan Feng to speak.

"On the first day I was taken away, I went for blood tests and DNA testing. The first results proved that I was Ji Jifeng's grandson. I was taken into Ji's main house, and I saw that serious, unsmiling old man .He arranged for me to study many courses. In the past two years, I have been exposed to everything in the capacity of their so-called heir."

"Every day's courses are fully arranged. Ji's family has another grandson. The person who teaches me always compares me with him."

"Because he is the child of that man's first wife, even if that man has left this world, his status cannot be shaken. In comparison, I am just a spare tire that they use in case of an accident."

Duan Feng recalled bit by bit, showing the things that bound him to others for the first time.Every time he uttered a word, his tone became a bit lighter, that was him bit by bit untying the chains wrapped around his body.

"By the way, they even gave me a new name, 'Ji Chengfeng'. Compared to this name, I prefer someone to call me Duan Feng. It's been... It's been a long time since anyone called me Duan Feng..."

"Mo Ci, do you want to say that this experience is even more legendary than the movie?"

"Duan Feng..."

Mo Citing was surprised and stunned, he didn't know how to comfort his friend who had known him for many years at this moment, his tone was elusive.The low and hoarse voice revealed a depressing atmosphere, and Mo Ci tried his best to disperse the light gray dark cloud lingering over Duan Feng's head.

Mo Ci stretched out his hand, groped from his own quilt to the quilt covered by Duan Feng, found the palm of Duan Feng's side, and gently held it to comfort him.

Duan Feng's fingers are slightly thicker than Mo Ci's, and his palms are very warm.When Mo Ci lightly touched his palm, Duan Feng was slightly taken aback, then held Mo Ci's hand back, absorbing the warmth from Mo Ci's palm.

During his two years in Ji's house, he could sleep in the most gorgeous room, enjoy the highest living treatment, wear expensive clothes, and have a lot of money to squander.

Only there is no freedom.

Only there is no chance to feel the warmth passed from others.

When he entered this palace-like Ji's house, the culinary art he was passionate about had already been put aside in that uninhabited bungalow.

No family would have an incompetent cook as heir.

When Duan Feng attended the banquet arranged by Ji Jifeng, met Mr. Mo who was proud of his cooking skills, and learned that he was Mo Ci's father.

Duan Feng was extremely envious and pleased.

Mo Ci is much luckier than him, and he is luckier than those who are struggling at the bottom of society.

Although he never regards the turning point of fate that soars to the sky and rises steadily as luck.

There was a thin layer of sweat on the hand that was held for a long time, Mo Ci felt that Duan Feng had adjusted his emotions, and slowly withdrew his palm.

Duan Feng held Mo Ci's hand when Mo Ci immediately withdrew his palm, and did not let go.

Mo Ci heard Duan Feng's steady breathing diffuse into the air, and the thick night fell on the room.

The warm and windless room is slightly crowded because of one more person.

Neither of them spoke anymore, the mechanical sound of the clock hands overshadowed the sound of breathing.

Late at night……

Mo Ci got up the moment the sun slipped into the room.

Duan Feng on the other side of the big bed was still asleep, Mo Ci approached, and there was another layer of inconspicuous shadows under Duan Feng's eyes.

Presumably he hasn't adjusted the jet lag yet, Mo Ci didn't bother Duan Feng.

After getting dressed and washing up, he walked into his small kitchen and started to make today's breakfast.

Cook porridge over low heat, and stew thick soup over low heat.

Mo Ci took out the mushrooms stored in the refrigerator, chopped them slowly, put them in a specially-made small earthenware pot, chopped the ginger, onion and garlic, prepared the seasonings neatly arranged in the kitchen according to their proportions, and poured them into the small earthenware pot I added some water to the pot, put the chopped bones into a small earthen jar, put it on the gas stove that was burning with gas, and continued to work.

Duan Feng woke up quickly when he heard the movement in the room.

There was no shadow of Mo Ci around, Duan Feng shook his head, put on the clothes on the chair, and approached the source of the sound in the room.

He pushed open the beige door, chopping and chopping diligently, and kept busy, which made him curl his mouth happily.

Duan Feng casually leaned against the door panel, folded his arms to watch Mo Ci skillfully scoop up the rice porridge and put it in the prepared rice bowl.Then he turned around and stir-fried the food in the pan, while fine-tuning the heat.

After the appetizing dishes were cooked, Mo Ci found two sets of chopsticks from the cupboard, rinsed them with water, put the dishes on the plate, and clapped his hands, it was done.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Duan Feng leaning against the door with a half-smile, his eyes flickering, as if he had been standing here for a long time, and he was startled.

"It's so dirty, go wash your face." Mo Ci pushed Duan Feng out of the door, his ears were slightly red.

Duan Feng pursed his lips, staggered away from Mo Ci's arm, pinched Mo Ci's red ears, slipped out of the kitchen before Mo Ci's hair exploded, and spread his hands as if he was helpless.

"Mo Ci, you didn't say where the bathroom is?"

"Turn left and go straight!" Mo Ci stomped his feet angrily, "I've prepared my toothbrush and towel and put them on the sink."

Duan Feng wiped off the foam on his mouth, and walked from the bathroom to the living room, where a rich breakfast was already set on the dining table.

Mo Ci drank the rice porridge while picking up vegetables, as if he didn't see Duan Feng approaching.However, Mo Ci's constant upward glances revealed the fact that he secretly looked at Duan Feng.

Duan Feng sat on the chair on the other side, picked up the chopsticks, and sighed slightly.

Putting Mo Ci's fried vegetables into a bowl, Duan Feng took a sip of the porridge first, then picked up the vegetables, and savored them carefully under Mo Ci's expectant eyes.

The expression of Mo Ci stretching his neck waiting for the evaluation is interesting.This reminded Duan Feng of himself many years ago, stretching his neck to listen to his mother's praise.

Reminiscing about similar scenes, Duan Feng said something good with a nod, and looked at