delicious life

Mrs. Charles, I don't think it's boring or superfluous, thank you for your interest in us.Thank you," Mo Ci said sincerely, and helped Mrs. Charles on the chair, "I'll go back and check, there is always a way to contact Morrison..."

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The end of January is coming to an end, and the most solemn festival of the year in country C will follow the end of January, and it will come soon.

Usually at this time, people from country C will go home from other places to reunite with their families and spend the grand festival together.

But not this year, the important chef licenses that Mo Ci needs to be assessed will be carried out in the first few days of February, and Mr. Antoine is already preparing for this year's chef competition this year. He has won a place and should be in full swing immediately Preparations cannot be wasted.

Mo Ci explained the reason to his father on the phone call home. Although he was slightly dissatisfied, he still gave him the greatest support and encouragement.

Mo Ci decided to call home on the day of the Spring Festival to wish his father New Year's greetings.

The city is about to usher in the second snow, which will cover the city in silver cotton.

The first thing Mo Ci has to do is to buy new year goods.

Duan Feng is in the period of "outside release". The Spring Festival has always been the busiest time in the family. Usually, in Ji's house, it is really in a vacuum and hastily excluded from the festival. The time of "outside release" is uncertain, Mr. Ji has no intention of letting him go back to his hometown, and Duan Feng will also spend this year's Spring Festival in Country F.

Mo Ci took the money from Duan Feng and bought things for two people.

When it comes to purchasing new year's goods, Duan Feng really found the wrong person. Mo Ci stretched out his clothes and opened his mouth to eat. The family's new year's goods were all prepared by Mrs. Da. The bustling street market where people from country C gathered reluctantly bought a few red New Year's goods and added them to their homes.

Naturally, there is no shortage of food to eat, and Mo Ci prepared enough ingredients for two people to survive the whole winter.

At this time, Duan Feng was still working in the company, so naturally he couldn't go shopping with him.Carrying heavy fruits and vegetables, Mo Ci stopped and walked three times, went back and forth several times, and transported the things home with bumps and bumps.

The streets of country C are full of lights and festoons, and the big red lanterns are hung high above the shops. The fireworks are lit during the day, rise into the leaden sky, and sprinkle fireworks.

Mo Ci looked at the parade on the street with great interest, and yelled it was a pity for Duan Feng who didn't see this scene.

The festive atmosphere of the New Year's Eve is high. Mo Ci returned home after watching the fireworks, and the table at home was already filled with rich food.

Maybe Duan Feng came back from get off work.

The proposal of the two of them to live together as a partner for the past few weeks had been decided a few days ago. Mo Cili invited Duan Feng to leave his empty apartment and live in his house for a period of time. In fact, he wanted to save washing dishes and Take a break from cleaning chores.

Duan Feng didn't know what Mo Ci was thinking, but couldn't stand Mo Ci's repeated invitations, and agreed to live in Mo Ci's house. Every day when he came back from get off work, he would help clean the room and wash the clothes of the two of them.

Time flies by these few days, warm and comfortable, the two are very satisfied with the status quo.

The heat of the food was circling, and the living room was extremely warm. Mo Ci took the chopsticks from Duan Feng and picked up the bowl full of rice.

"This is not bad, Duan Feng, your cooking skills have not deteriorated." Picking up the chopsticks, Mo Ci muttered and swallowed the tender and sweet stuffed sesame glutinous rice balls.The sweet things on the table were swept away by Mo Ci and recycled into Mo Ci's stomach.

"Eat less sweets, or you won't be able to eat other things later." Duan Feng stretched out his arms when Mo Ci picked up No. 12 sesame glutinous rice balls, and pressed Mo Ci's right hand holding chopsticks.

"No." Mo Ci turned his head away, trying to get rid of Duan Feng's hold on his palm.

"Eating too much will make your stomach bloated. Be obedient and eat first. I have prepared a lot of desserts for you." Duan Feng said in a coaxing tone, with a gentle expression.

"...Okay then." As soon as he heard that there was dessert, Mo Ci immediately transformed his pitiful expression into his joy of getting candy. Shrimp and shredded mushrooms in cold sauce were all put into his bowl, and the food in the bowl piled up into a hill.

"No one will fight with you, eat slowly." Duan Feng smiled.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten authentic Chinese cuisine. It's not enough to satisfy my appetite." Mo Ci buried his head in his mouth and hummed dissatisfied.In the past, he felt that the cooking process was too cumbersome, and he had to simplify the steps in order to hurry up, so the taste was naturally not as delicious as those made with fine craftsmanship.

His principle is not to miss any delicacy, so Mo Ci ignored Duan Feng's words and ate it to his heart's content.

The end result of eating too much is that overeating causes spleen and stomach indigestion.

Mo Ci rubbed his swollen belly vigorously, regretting his mistakes.

"Look, you will feel uncomfortable if you eat too much. You are obviously a chef, but you deliberately ignore this." Duan Feng put down the rag and walked over, "Do you want me to rub your stomach for you?"

Without waiting for Mo Ci's answer, Duan Feng put his broad palm on Mo Ci's belly, and with his palm, he massaged Mo Ci up and down.

Mo Ci took off his coat and only wore a thin sweater. Duan Feng's hand was on his belly, moving up and down, making him feel itchy.

"It's itchy..." Mo Ci pushed Duan Feng's hand away and sat on the other side of the sofa.

"Don't move," Duan Feng patted Mo Ci on the shoulder, leaned against Mo Ci to sit on the sofa, and put his palms on Mo Ci's belly again, "Eating too much is not good for digestion, when you feel better, go for a walk outside Bar."

The warm and soft touch under the palm made Duan Feng pause for a while, Duan Feng looked at Mo Ci's cheeks that had become rosy due to the heating, avoiding the moist eyes with a slightly confused look, and his heart beat wildly.

"Wait to watch the fireworks." Duan Feng restrained the hotness, changed the topic, pressed Mo Ci's slightly bulging abdomen with his thumb, massaged rhythmically, rubbed gently, avoided Mo Ci's troublesome hands, and ignored his palms sense of touch.

Through a layer of clothing, the soft flesh sticks under the palm, unlike his own tight abdominal muscles, Mo Ci's lack of exercise is very soft.

"Okay. Take it easy." Mo Ci nodded. Duan Feng's pressure made him feel uncomfortable, his face wrinkled inadvertently, and his pouty lips were stained with the lotus seed soup he drank just now, glistening with water.The rosy cheeks shook in front of Duan Feng's eyes, Duan Feng avoided the serious ones, and pushed with his palms to reduce his strength.

Mo Ci's abdominal distension improved slightly, so in order to help digestion, he hurriedly put on his coat and went out for a walk with Duan Feng.

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The red fireworks bloomed in the night, like thousands of falling silver threads, disappearing in the air.

Groups of Chinese people on the street are holding lion dance activities to celebrate the Spring Festival.

The festive atmosphere was extraordinarily grand, and the sky was sprinkled with snowflakes, which did not make people feel cold.The white snowflakes fell with the fireworks, and the white dotted the night sky. Mo Ci could hear the singing and music celebrating in the square.

"Is it better now?" Duan Feng pulled Mo Ci under a shop, observed Mo Ci's condition, snowflakes were falling down the veranda.

"There is no problem anymore," Mo Ci held up the snowflakes with his hands, his cheeks were a little reddish, and he smiled with gratitude, "Duan Feng, let's watch the lion dance!"

Before Duan Feng could reflect on it carefully, Mo Ci dragged Duan Feng, braving the snowflakes to the performance area on the other side of the street.

After going around several times, Mo Ci's energy was finally exhausted, he threw the small gifts bought at the night market on Duan Feng, and clapped his hands: "I'm going to buy a cup of hot coffee, you wait here! "

The rash figure disappeared in front of his eyes, and Duan Feng sorted out the unwrapped gifts helplessly.

After 15 minutes, Duan Feng didn't wait for Mo Ci to come back, feeling vaguely uneasy. After frequently looking at his watch, Duan Feng put down the things in his hand, turned around, and followed the path Mo Ci had walked just now.

It doesn't take that long to buy coffee.Duan Feng frowned, walked through an alley, looked around, estimated the distance between the convenience store selling coffee and the park bench, and felt more and more strange.

The bright lights of the convenience store penetrated the snowflakes, emitting a soft light, and the boots stepped on the ground, making a rubbing sound.Looking closer, there is twice as much coffee spilled and scattered banknotes on the ground...

Duan Feng paused, and his ears sensitively caught the indistinct sound that was blocked from the other side of the alley.

Duan Feng approached the weak sound source without hesitation, and approached slowly.The dim street lights in the alley looked dim, and beside the pile of garbage piled up on the wall, there were struggling figures.

"Help!" The blocked voice came from behind the garbage dump, and Duan Feng quickly accelerated his pace and rushed over there.

The man whose mouth was gagged with his hand and whose throat was held with a dagger by a burly man was Mo Ci who went to buy coffee!

"Mo Ci!" Duan Feng yelled loudly, kicked away the garbage bag blocking the way, avoided the sharp edge of the dagger, waved his hand and punched the man with a wretched appearance who hadn't reacted, and kicked away the threat Don't Ci the Dagger of Life.

"Duan Feng..." Mo Ci turned around in surprise, took advantage of the man's unpreparedness, kicked him hard, broke free, and shouted: "Duan Feng, he has a dagger in his hand, he is here to rob !"

"You go first!" Duan Feng used his fists and feet to make a roundabout kick with his hind legs. His muscles exploded with amazing strength and hit the robber's thick arm that was trying to block him.

The robber was defeated, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, his eyes showed a fierce light like a beast, he bared his lips, and roared from his throat.

"Bastard! You'd better give me the money obediently, I don't want to hurt anyone yet!" After the words fell, he took out another sharp dagger from his pocket, and stabbed Duan Feng with the sharp dagger