delicious life

"Duan Feng, this is Morrison, my friend." Mo Ci pushed Morrison in front of Duan Feng, Duan Feng stood up from the sofa, extended his right hand friendly, nodded and smiled.

"Morrison, he is my friend in country C, Duan Feng, you can call him by his English name, Daniel."

Morrison stretched out his hand and held it with Duan Feng. The smell of burnt food came from the kitchen. Mo Ci shrugged his nose, shouted, and immediately rushed into the kitchen, "You guys talk first, my pancakes are going to be burnt." Already!"

He spoke the dialect of country C, but Morrison didn't understand. His green eyes looked suspiciously at the panicked Mo Ci.

"He said that the pancakes in the kitchen were going to be burnt, and he's going to fix it now." Duan Feng explained it to Morrison in fluent Mandarin F, retracted his outstretched hand, and told Morrison to sit down.

"Hi, Morrison, I'm Mo Ci's friend Duan Feng. Mo Ci met you when he was studying in country F for four years."

"Yes, we were studying in the same school at that time." Morrison nodded, facing the Asian man with profound facial features and a tall and straight figure, he felt a sense of crisis from the bottom of his heart.

According to the aesthetics of Asians, this Daniel, whom he has never seen before, has an excellent appearance, handsome and tall, especially the faint cold temperament on his face, which is undoubtedly attractive.

Why didn't I hear Mo mention this friend before?

When Morrison saw Daniel looking at Mo Ci tenderly, dispelling the coldness on his face, his nerves suddenly tightened and his shoulders straightened.

"We are very destined, first met in a restaurant, then found out that we are neighbors, and finally studied in the same culinary school..."

Morrison lowered his voice and successfully attracted Duan Feng's attention.

"Mo is a person with changeable moods. Sometimes he is cheerful, sometimes sad, sometimes very talkative, and sometimes he is very shy."

In the end, Morrison did not hide the hostility in his eyes, and looked at Duan Feng from head to toe, his eyes burning.

"What do you want to say?" Duan Feng looked at Morrison's hostile green eyes, and there was a vigilance hidden in the black eyes.He raised his head and let his eyes look over the sofa, and saw Mo Ci who was still busy in the kitchen, then lowered his voice, withdrew the solidified good-natured smile from his face, and straightened his face.

"I don't want to say it in front of Mo, we can't let Mo hear our conversation, otherwise he will be angry." Morrison smiled narrowly and deliberately lowered his voice.

"Kaicheng announced, what I want to say is very simple," Morrison paused, ignoring the threats in Duan Feng's eyes, "I like him."

"Like?" Duan Feng frowned and put his hands on his knees, "You said you like Mo Ci?"

"Yes." Morrison smiled provocatively, turned his face slightly, and nodded again, "I like Mo, and I don't want you to be an accident between us..."

"Did you tell him?" Duan Feng interrupted Morrison, leaning forward, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Yes, I told him."

"Then what's the purpose of telling me this? Mo Ci and I are just friends. Don't use jokes to destroy friendship." Duan Feng took a breath, leaned back on the sofa, and analyzed calmly.

"No, it's important to explain this to you. I like him. I can see that you have other feelings for Mo. My instinct tells me that you will be a strong enemy. So I will take the initiative , Daniel, I will not give up my feelings for Mo Ci!"

Morrison paused, and continued to feed when the sword was on the verge of breaking out.

"Bastard! What nonsense are you talking about? You have such nasty thoughts about Mo Ci, do you think he will agree to you!" Duan Feng did not forget to lower his voice, and his anger made his voice closer to a growl. Burning two clusters of flames, seeing Morrison as a villain who would hurt Mo Ci.

"Take back your silly jokes, I just take it as a small provocation."

The emotional outburst was suppressed in a short moment, Duan Feng took a deep breath, and stared at Morrison with Yue Yu's dark eyes.

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"Don't deny it, Daniel, my intuition is correct, you look at Mo very differently." Morrison stared at Duan Feng's burning eyes, said calmly, and clenched his fists.

He thought, he wouldn't mind having a good fight with Daniel.

"What did you say?" There was a flash of surprise in Duan Feng's voice, but it was enough for Morrison to seize the opportunity.

"I said, you like Mo too, you can tell from your eyes."

"No, Mo Ci is just my friend, a good brother."

"Your eyes can't fool anyone, Daniel." Morrison insisted, looking at Duan Feng's heaving chest with satisfaction.

Duan Feng took a few deep breaths, shaken by Morrison's words, and couldn't help but recall the way he and Mo Ci got along in this short month.

When they met and reunited in the restaurant, Mo Ci looked pleasantly surprised.

The intimate greetings every day filled his chest with inexplicable happiness.

Mo Ci's smile swayed in front of his eyes, tangled, cute, melancholy, spoiled, heartily laughing... He remembered every vivid expression.

I want to see Mo Ci happy, because Mo Ci is happy and I feel happy...

Could it be that Morrison, who had just met with hostility, said he liked it?

No, Mo Ci is just a friend he admires very much, how could he like Mo Ci who is of the same gender.

Even if he appreciates Mo Ci's unrestrained and carefree personality, he can't say he likes it.

If... If Mo Ci was a woman, he would be very happy to join hands with Mo Ci for the rest of his life, but Mo Ci is a man and is his only friend.

"I like Mo, and I won't give up. Although Mo didn't give me an answer and rejected me, I am willing to wait for his response." Morrison muttered to himself and his sad expression for a moment made it difficult for people to adapt.

Duan Feng suppressed the mixed thoughts that grew wildly like weeds in his heart, moved his Adam's apple, opened his mouth with difficulty, paused several times, and then stopped speaking:

"You are all men... Are you gay who likes men?"

"No, I just like Mo alone. God made him a man, which still can't stop me from liking him." Morrison shook his head.

"Men and men... I am not optimistic about you and Mo Ci. This road is not easy to walk. Mo Ci will still choose a woman in the end." Duan Feng insisted, and shot Morrison with cold eyes.

"How would you know if you don't try it?" Morrison sighed, and Mo Ci came out of the kitchen, holding two small plates of golden fluffy and porous pancakes, with a smile on his face. With a trace of regret.

"Duan Feng, Morrison, come and taste this. Although it's a bit mushy, it still tastes good." Mo Ci picked up two forks, put them on a plate, and asked the two people on the sofa to eat at the dining table.

"Morrison, pancakes are one of the traditional foods of C. They are baked with miscellaneous noodles made into a paste. Most of them are made of coarse grains, and there are also fine noodles. The shape is like cowhide, easy to stack, and the taste is chewy and can be filled. Stomach, you probably haven't had breakfast yet." Mo Ci nodded to Morrison with a natural expression, ignorant of the conversation they had just had.

When he smiled at Morrison, Duan Feng admitted that a small tingling pain on his body was a negative emotion that can be called jealousy, and the stinging pain disappeared without a trace until Mo Ci thoughtfully opened the chair for him .

"Hurry up and eat, or you will be late for work, and the serious and diligent image of Mr. Cold Noodles in the company will be lost!" Mo Ci joked.

Morrison on the side stared blankly, hating himself for not learning the C language, and was extremely jealous of the unintentional intimacy of the two people in front of him, because he couldn't occupy the first place in Mo Ci's heart and stay in Mo Ci's home, he could only fork the pancake angrily, sipping Lips are silent.

While making dinner at night, Mo Ci found that the sugar in the kitchen had run out.

The apples for the candied apples he was going to make had been cut into crescent shapes and placed neatly.

Putting down the knife in his hand, Mo Ci walked out of the kitchen, and said to Duan Feng who was sitting on the sofa watching financial reports: "There is no more sugar, I have to buy sugar, otherwise the apple will be cut for nothing."

"Tang, you want to make candied apples?" Duan Feng put away the remote control, pressed a few channels at random, turned off the TV, picked up the coat on the sofa, "No, I'll go with you."

"Why do you want to go with me, you only need one person to buy candy?" Mo Ci asked stupidly.

"I'm worried," Duan Feng put on his coat, "If something happens on the way, you may have to stay in the hospital. So I'll go with you, now..."

Duan Feng looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, the minute hand of the clock had already pointed to eight o'clock.

"This neighborhood is very safe, nothing will happen. Go to the kitchen to make some custard first, and I'll be back soon." Mo Ci thought Duan Feng was being too careful, and waved his hands repeatedly.

As if Duan Feng didn't hear his words, he passed Mo Ci and changed his shoes at the entrance, "Let's go."

Mo Ci sighed helplessly, put on his clothes, and followed Duan Feng out.

Walk two kilometers forward from Mo Ci’s residence, turn right, and there is a supermarket on the street across the overpass. It closes at 09:30. When Mo Ci and Duan Feng arrived, there were crowds of people shopping in the supermarket. Not a lot.

Mo Ci picked out sugar and rice in the daily necessities section, and then lingered in the snack area for a long time, looking at the candies on the shelf, having difficulty making a choice.

He wanted to buy some hard candies, but felt that the package of soft candies next to him was very beautiful, so he changed the candy box he picked up just now, and looked at Duan Feng on the right, "Which one should I buy? It's all good."

"Too much sugar is bad for your teeth. You should control it. This kind of xylitol candy is good, prevents tooth decay, and has no sugar." Duan Feng picked up