delicious life

Touching Mo Ci's dry hair, he quickly withdrew his palm.

"Oh." Mo Ci said unnaturally, his beating heart had not returned to its original frequency for a moment, his cheeks were hot, Mo Ci looked away in embarrassment, not daring to look directly at Duan Feng's quiet eyes.

Mo Ci turned his head and looked at the clouds outside the window to distract himself from his intense concentration.

No one spoke for a while, but there was a strange color in the usually quiet eyes of the man who moved suddenly just now.

Recalling the look of Mo Ci's staring eyes just now, Duan Feng couldn't help stretching out his hand when Mo Ci said someone's name, interrupting the conversation forcibly.

There was a slight tingling pain, and a swelling pain that was about to overflow.

Originally it was a feeling that I didn't feel, but it was slowly growing, so I had to pay attention.

Duan Feng can't stop and doesn't want to stop this kind of emotion of raising a share every day.

However, Duan Feng chose to endure before it was close to saturation and completely swelled in the chest cavity.

Morrison's failure is the best example. He is not rational enough, patient enough, and smart enough... Waiting silently, infiltrating from bits and pieces, can't let Mo Ci quickly transform friendship into love, at least let that person have your shadow in his heart , thinking of you at the first time.

Duan Feng suddenly thought of the confrontation with the eldest son of Zhao's enterprise, that dangerous man who likes to disguise himself with a smile when picking up Mo Ci.

No one expressed their attitude, but the strength of the handshake said everything.

He will not let anyone covet Mo Ci, this mature man with a strong presence will be his greatest enemy in life from now on...

Duan Feng clenched his fists, and looked at the ignorant Mo Ci gently, "If you want to sleep, tell me first, so that you can cover yourself with the quilt."

"Thank you," Mo Ci, whose heartbeat had returned to normal, suddenly saw Duan Feng's gentle, water-like eyes, was stunned, and looked away in a panic, a little bit of unexplained red appeared on his bloodless cheeks.

75. chapter4

It has been two and a half months since the gunshot wound fully healed.

The originally abundant time was shortened a lot, and the World Food Competition, which Mr. Antoine had always placed high hopes on Mo Ci, was approaching.

The time counted down slowly, and Mo Ci, who finally didn't have to worry about the wound being affected by outdoor sports, began to get nervous.

Even though Teacher An Tuowan and Duan Feng have been cheering him up behind his back, Mo Ci still lacks the confidence to show his due arrogance and courage in the face of the elite food competition.

The mood of cooking has been repeatedly disturbed by the outside world. The overwhelming publicity of the competition and the constant influx of foreigners into this new city all remind Mo Ci.

The game is about to start!

This means that more than two years of preparation will be carried out on the stage, and one's own unique skills will be compared with strangers to advance.

How much is your weight?How are the cooking skills of the elites in the competition?Mo Ci knows nothing.

Anxiety accumulated in the bottom of his heart, and Mo Ci became more and more unable to control his emotions.

Will throw a fit over little things, not allow my own mistakes, argue with the chef in the kitchen...

The abnormality of the past few days has attracted everyone's attention.

Antoine once had a long talk with Mo Ci alone, but the result surprised everyone.

Antoine slammed the door out angrily.

"Stubborn and disregarded, I only now realize that you are unreasonable! You bastard!"

Everyone could hear Antoine's yelling, and when everyone sneaked closer to the half-hidden kitchen, there was a loud noise in the kitchen at the same time.

Mo Ci vented all his emotions on the washed dishes by the sink, and the loud sound of something breaking was the unique sound of breaking a dish.

"Crackling..." A series of voices had no rhythm, and everyone rushed into the kitchen, which prevented Mo Ci's further sabotage.

"What are you doing!" The serious tone came from Steve, the partner of Antoine's kitchen studio.

This very economically savvy middle-aged man was full of anger and yelled at Mo Ci who was immersed in his anxiety.

It's nothing new to have a big fight with Antoine, the owner of this kitchen. Antoine has his own way and is stubborn. He often slams the door with experienced chefs and leaves.

But breaking dishes in the kitchen was something Antoine rarely did.

It is a trivial matter that something is broken, but it is a small matter to vent dissatisfaction and interrupt the work of employees. It will not affect the reputation of the entire kitchen and the reputation of the entire restaurant.

Mo Ci's actions are disrespectful and a serious insult to the kitchen!

At this moment, someone at the front desk of the restaurant has already received complaints about the noisy environment. Steve, who heard the report from the waiter, clenched his fists, grabbed Mo Ci's collar roughly, and lifted Mo Ci to the ground like a chicken. mid-air.

"What are you doing! Breaking plates to vent your inner unease and get rid of the current embarrassing situation? Or are you destroying to escape reality, and making these messy things to attract attention?! This is an insult to us! You affect Honor to the entire restaurant!"

Steve spoke extremely fast, and his sentences were aggressive. He was usually gentle and merciless when he scolded people, which made a group of people working in the backstage kitchen open their mouths in surprise.

This is not the most surprising thing——Steve said at the end, angrily relaxed his hand and threw his open palm towards Mo Ci.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The two palms on the left and right made Mo Ci's head tilt, and Mo Ci's strong physique made him helpless.

"You take care of yourself. Without you, our restaurant is still the first choice for people to think of. He doesn't need you to add honor to him!"

Taking big strides, Steve waved his hand with great leadership qualities, causing the crowd to disperse one by one. The crowded kitchen suddenly became much more empty. He leaned helplessly against a corner of the wall, and slowly Sliding down, he slumped to the ground.

"I'm really useless, what am I afraid of?"

Mo Ci muttered to himself, the slap marks on his cheeks that were mercilessly thrown off by Steve were particularly glaring, his cheeks were burning with pain, Mo Ci had no time to take care of them, his dull eyes looked empty.

"Insult, honor?"

"I don't need to add honor..."

"Did I take honor too seriously?!"

After several times of questioning, Mo Ci found the main point, just like a scientist who has experienced several failures found the key material in his research, Mo Ci jumped up from the ground with an excited expression, opened the half-closed door, and walked straight from the middle of the restaurant. Passing through, ignoring the surprised faces of the people who were still dining, and leaving the restaurant like flying...

"When you called me over, I thought something serious happened, but it turned out that I forgot to bring my wallet..." Duan Feng sat across from Mo Ci, looking at the light slap marks on Mo Ci's face with some distress.

"I left in a hurry, I forgot." The loved one was unconscious, blinked his eyes, raised his head from a large pile of plates, and was still chewing food.The cheeks are bulging, and they move from time to time, like a little squirrel eating.

It's just that the palm prints on the face are unsightly, which makes this large squirrel less cute.

"What happened? Your face..."

Duan Feng couldn't help asking, and stretched his finger unconsciously towards Mo Ci's cheek.

"I was taught a lesson, but I want to thank that person, I appreciate his two slaps." Mo Ci swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his mouth, his stomach was bulging from the overeating just now stand up.

"Beneficial? What kind of things are beneficial to you?"

Duan Feng tapped the red and swollen part of Mo Ci's cheeks, thinking that when he drove past the pharmacy later, he must buy a swelling ointment for Mo Ci to rub.

"I had a big fight with Mr. Antoine today...it was my fault. I broke the plates in the kitchen anxiously. Mr. Steve, one of the directors of the kitchen, Mr. Antoine's partner, see Not used to my decadent and restless appearance, give me two slaps to wake me up." Mo Ci said lightly, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"You got rid of those negative emotions now?" Duan Feng withdrew his arm, looked at the delicacies piled up on Mo Ci's plate, and frowned.

"Yes, I value honor too much. I pay too much attention to the results of the game, and let honor become the shackles of progress." Mo Ci put down the knife and fork, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"I'm glad to see you back to normal." Duan Feng stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers.Mo Ci didn't react to her and his sudden movements for a while, and after regaining consciousness, Mo Ci spread his fingers and grasped Duan Feng's broad and strong palm.

Clasping hands together, Duan Feng's warm body temperature passed to Mo Ci.

There was a slight dissatisfaction with Steve, and the shallow smile in Duan Feng's eyes also crashed into Mo Ci's eyes.

"I'm full. Now my stomach is bloated and I can't eat any more. Would you like some?" Just as Duan Feng was still reminiscing about the soft touch with his fingertips just now, Mo Ci suddenly said something unpleasant.

Stretching his arm under the table, he touched his chubby belly, and Mo Ci pushed the other knife and fork in front of Duan Feng, not allowing Duan Feng to refuse.

Duan Feng hurried over from the company, originally wanted to work overtime to deal with the company's accumulated documents, but now it seems that tonight's overtime plan is going to fail again, Duan Feng took out his mobile phone and called the secretary who was still in the company, Tell Miss Secretary to go home quickly.

"What are you talking about, who are you calling again?" Mo Ci, who was here, didn't see Duan Feng for dinner, and started to play tricks, quietly went around Duan Feng's side, and put his ear close to Duan Feng's cell phone.

"Boss...you canceled overtime again because you want to date your girlfriend?" The cheerful girl passed over from there, and Duan Feng immediately pushed Mo Ci away, and put the phone on the other side.