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"Be careful!" Mo Ci exclaimed and reminded, searching for things that could hurt the robbers. The piled up garbage is very light, and at most it can make the alley more messy.

Duan Feng retreated quickly, avoiding the dagger in front of him, and using skillful strength to deal with the man, guarding against the next blow, he desperately signaled Mo Ci, who was not far away, to go first with his eyes.

Telephone!When Mo Ci was anxious, he suddenly remembered the phone number of the police station, ran out of the alley, took out the mobile phone that was not taken by the robber from his pants pocket, dialed the phone number of the local police station, suppressed the panic in his heart, and put Make messy sentences as neat as possible.

"Police, we met a robber..."

"This is a small alley on K Street, and there is a 24-hour convenience store opposite..."

The moment he hung up the phone, Mo Ci regained his composure and ran into the alley again, trying to find a way to help Duan Feng and get out quickly.

There was no big heavy object to attack the robber, Mo Ci ignored the hidden pain in his body, hurriedly pulled up a large garbage bag, and threw it on the robber to distract attention, allowing Duan Feng to take the opportunity to escape.

On the way back after buying coffee, a handful of coins must have been pulled out and exposed to attract robbers.Mo Ci smashed hard, and cooperated with Duan Feng to attack the burly robber.

The efficiency of the police was very high. The piercing alarm bells sounded from a distance. Mo Ci approached the alley and shouted from the side: "The police are here, you better put down your dagger!"

Perhaps Mo Ci's threatening words played a role. The robber looked around alertly, retracted the thick arm that hit Duan Feng, took a few steps back, cursed, looked angrily at Duan Feng who was in a fighting posture, and quickly run away.

The police quickly rushed into the alley, holding the pistol they carried with them, and looked at the two people who were still in shock seriously.

"Hi, I'm a policeman. What happened? Did the robbers hurt you?" Then came the uniformed policeman, who glanced at the scattered rubbish in the alley, and judged what happened just now. fight.

"He's already gone, I'm fine." Mo Ci glanced at Duan Feng nervously, then turned his head to Duan Feng, and asked in a worried tone.

"Do you have any?"

"It's okay." Duan Feng shook his head, squeezed his sore arm, lifted his coat, revealing a bruise on his arm, "It's just a small injury."

"It seems that no one was injured. This is the property collected at the scene, two gentlemen, I need you to go to the police station to make a statement, can you?" the policeman said.

"Okay." Mo Ci and Duan Feng looked at each other, nodded, and got into the police car that was coming.

Due to Duan Feng's timely arrival in this sudden robbery, Mo Ci was prevented from being injured.

Both Mo Ci and Duan Feng had some bruises from the fight, which were particularly conspicuous on the skin, but they were actually not serious.

After taking the statement and returning home, Mo Ci was already weak and unable to exert any strength.He fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep before he could even take off his coat.

After the aftermath, Duan Feng sighed helplessly, helped Mo Ci take off his coat, rubbed the wound medicine on the bruised parts of Mo Ci's body, spread the quilt, and then began to take care of his trauma.

Although he was not at a disadvantage, his back was still unavoidable, and he suffered a dull pain from the robber's heavy punch.

Duan Feng's hands couldn't reach his back, looking at Mo Ci who was in a deep sleep, he couldn't wake him up, tapped Mo Ci's soft cheeks, Duan Feng put down the medicinal wine and went back to the guest room.Lying on his side carefully, he fell asleep listening to the regular sound of the clock.

62. chapter21

Three days have passed since the accidental robbery.

The bruises on Mo Ci's body have almost receded, and the bruises on Duan Feng who came in time are heavier, and it may take a week to disappear.

Mo Ci got up early in the morning, fiddling with bowls and chopsticks in the small kitchen, making breakfast for Duan Feng who slept late last night and hadn't woken up yet.

When he called home on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Mo Ci's family was pleasantly surprised that he didn't talk about the things that left him with lingering fears on the phone.So this matter became a secret between Mo Ci and Duan Feng, and no one else knew about it.

Life goes on, and the lives of two people get busy.Mo Ci was busy getting a chef's license and did a lot of basic skills. He almost spent the day in Antoine's kitchen.

In order to thank Duan Feng, Mo Ci tried to please the other party these days, and took care of the housework, so that Duan Feng, who was injured on his body, would not do it.The status has been changed, Duan Feng is now the uncle of the family, Yilai stretches out his hand to eat, and opens his mouth, watching Mo Ci diligently and conscientiously looking at everything.

After waking up and washing his face, Duan Feng folded his arms with a smile on his face, sat on the dining table, and received Mo Ci's full-body service, narrowed his eyes timidly, and sniffed the aroma of food in the air.

"Come and eat, try this dish first." Mo Ci set up his chopsticks, filled Duan Feng with a bowl of rice porridge, and pushed the dish in front of Duan Feng.

"En." Duan Feng nodded, "You eat too. Are you in a good mood today?" Observing Mo Ci's smiling eyebrows, Duan Feng lowered his head and asked.

"Yes. The assessment was successful." Mo Ci raised the corners of his mouth, picked up green vegetables, and replied casually.

"Now I can finally relax. Next is the chef competition, and I have to prepare intensively." Stopping his chopsticks, Mo Ci looked at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window.

"Chef competition? Is it a national competition or a state competition?" Duan Feng asked curiously.

"None." Mo Ciwan curled his lips and shook his finger. "It's a chef competition throughout Europe. All chefs who have obtained a chef's license in Europe can participate."

"Then I wish you success in advance." Duan Feng picked up the bowl and made a crisp sound when it collided with Mo Ci's bowl.

"To be honest... I don't have any confidence in my heart." Mo Ci shook his head, "There will definitely be many people participating, and there will be world-class chefs, just like Teacher Antoine. What will I use to win? Teacher Said that I am not confident in myself, and I can't grasp the emotions of cooking well..."

The frowning Mo Ci brows are slightly melancholy, like a cat that has calmed down, Duan Feng has an urge to ruffle Mo Ci's hair.

"You have your own style, but you haven't discovered it. The formation of your style requires you to magnify your advantages countless times for everyone to see. You have the ability to be shortlisted and show your advantages to others. You can do it." Duan Feng's tone was calm, and he looked at Mo Ci with containing eyes.

"Enlarge countless times, is it to expand the advantages?" Mo Ci was lost in thought, not noticing Duan Feng's eyes, and knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, "I can do it? At that time, there were so many masters, and it was difficult to be shortlisted. I couldn't." Make sure I can beat them."

Mo Ci muttered to himself.

"You don't need to beat them, you just need to beat yourself. The competition is just a kind of exercise. Even if you can't succeed, you won't blame yourself when you work hard."

Duan Feng raised his chin, his black eyes were set into Mo Ci's appearance.

At this time, the doorbell rang suddenly.

The rhythmic ringing of the bell interrupted Mo Ci's contemplation. Mo Ci put down the chopsticks in his hand and nodded to Duan Feng who encouraged him, "I'll go and open the door."

"Yeah." Duan Feng showed a faint smile, watching Mo Ci's back.

Mo Ci opened the door when the next bell rang.

The cold wind mixed with frost and snow came in, and Mo Ci stared at Morrison, who was wrapped in a black coat and covered in snow, with wide eyes, and a surprised tone came out of his throat.

"...Morrison, where have you been?"

"Don't you welcome me? Mo." Morrison had a bitter smile on his cool face, a little tiredness on his fair face, and some anticipation in his gentle green eyes.

"Oh, come in quickly." Mo Ci turned sideways to make way for Morrison, and quickly closed the door after Morrison stepped into the house, blocking the cold outside.

Lowering his head slightly, Mo Ci found an exquisite paper bag in Morrison's hand.

"This is a gift for you, Mo, Happy New Year." Morrison handed the paper bag to Mo Ci, and changed a pair of slippers at the entrance.

"Thank you, Morrison." Mo Ci saw the crest of Mrs. Bai's dessert shop printed on the paper bag, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he forgot the embarrassment just now.

"... Mo, is someone from your family here?" Morrison bent over to change shoes, and accidentally glanced at a pair of large, exquisitely crafted leather shoes, his bright eyes dimmed a lot.

"Yes, my friend is temporarily staying with me, Morrison, you go in and sit down first, it's cold outside." Mo Ci replied casually, and gave Morrison a clean towel.

"Yes, I can meet him?" Morrison wiped off the snow and took off his heavy coat, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Morrison, what are you talking about? The tone is so unfamiliar. Has something important happened this month? Why are you so preoccupied?" Mo Ci frowned, realizing Morrison's strange expression.

"We're still friends, I thought just now that you wouldn't let me in the house..."

"Yes, it's a friend. As long as you don't talk about those embarrassing things, I will treat you the same as before. Really, I don't care about those things. It's just that you are too willful and suddenly disappeared without a trace, which hurts Mrs. Charles and I are worried."

"We almost went to the police station to call the police...the phone at your residence has never been answered."

"Sorry." Morrison quickly hid the joy in his eyes, and lowered his head as if admitting his mistake.

"Okay, okay, I forgive you. But later you are going to visit Mrs. Charles who has been worried about you. You hurt her heart too much." Mo Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Morrison's lowered cheek Shoulder, "Go, go and sit on the sofa first, do you want tea?"

"Anything is fine." The two walked into the living room side by side.