The small kitchen of Xihe mansion was open-air. It was built in the courtyard. An old banyan tree in the courtyard was luxuriant, spreading blue clouds and covering the whole courtyard.
There was no one else in the small kitchen. When Gu Mang went in, he saw Mo Xi with his back to him. He was busy in front of the stage. This man didn't know how to cook, but he seemed to think that taking more recipes could give him some psychological comfort, so there was a stack of books on the table, such as Huaiyang flavor collection and Bashu food records.
At the moment, what he insisted on was a cookbook. He was frowning, bending his knuckles unconsciously and tapping on the platform.
Gu Mang couldn't help but laugh. He was a little shidi who had a habit. He always liked to bend his fingers and knock things around him in this way when he encountered any difficult things. However, the last time he saw Mo Xi's impatience was before the two armies; he didn't expect that a meal would make him so embarrassed.
"Two liang of cassava powder, one spoonful of salt… Shell the dried shrimps and wrap the powder... "
Mo Xi took a shrimp out of the tare with one hand. The fisherman had already dealt with the shrimp. He just went to the hard shell at the end according to the recipe and dipped the cassava powder into the oil pan to fry it.
But here was the problem: Mo Xi didn't know how to shell.
He went back and forth to read the recipe many times to make sure, and it didn't teach him, so his sword-like brow frowned deeper. After a while, his fingertips gathered a faint red light and released a little spiritual power. The two fingers joined together. The poor shrimps could not bear the high look of Xihe Jun. They were crushed into powder in an instant.
Mo Xi seemed to be stunned. His eyes were wide open. He looked like a civet cat caught by its prey for the first time.
"... What is this?" he murmured after a while. "I haven't cast a spell..."
Gu Mang couldn't hold it any longer. Behind him, he was leaning on the gate of the courtyard, laughing loudly. "ha ha ha ha ha ha - how can you treat a poor shrimp with the skill of armor removal?"
Mo Xi looked back. There was embarrassment on the beautiful man's face: "Why are you back? So early!"
Gu Mang jumped over in three steps. He smiled and wrapped around Mo Xi's thin waist from the back. He rubbed against his broad back. "I missed you, so I came to see the beauty vs. the fat shrimp."
Mo Xi was more embarrassed. The sunlight brushed through the branches and fell on his face. His ear edge had a soft thin red blush. He calmed himself strongly and explained:
"I had nothing to do today. I happened to see the fisherman passing by with fresh fish and shrimp. I didn't mean to buy them." He gently waited a while, but found that Gu Mang held him very tightly, so he turned his face and said, "Let go."
Gu Mang did not let go, but teased him, "I always wanted to tell you something."
"... What? "
Gu Mang embraced his waist, looked up and said with a smile, "Your legs are so long."
Mo Xi: "..."
"Your waist is still very thin… Shoulders and back are wide," Gu Mang exclaimed. "Like this, you would surely be the first card in Luomei Garden Villa."
Mo Xi was both angry and amused. The crimson cloud on his ear was not gone, but he was dumb. He didn't know what to say to deal with it. Half a day later, he repeated the two words intact: "Let go."
Gu Mang wrapped around him again, pestering him for a while, and finally forced Mo Xi to stretch out his hand covered with cassava powder and put it on his face. He laughed and jumped away.
He dragged a chair and sat back with his elbow on the back.
The yard was very quiet, with the smell of potato rice cooked with a wooden cover. The fat chicken was pacing in the grass with scattered reed flowers nearby, pecking at insects and ants.
Gu Mang knew that Mo Xi's mind was very heavy. Since he told him what was in his heart, the worry in Mo Xi's eyes had grown from day to day. He worried that Gu Mang's memory would soon disappear, that Gu Mang's reputation couldn't be cleaned, and that the evil demon spirit in Gu Mang's body would become more and more uncontrolled
There were so many outstanding sharp knives in his heart, and Mo Xi could not be relaxed. He just got his lover back, but they were already on thin ice.
Gu Mang was the one who was going to forget; Mo Xi was the one who would always remember.
It was more painful to remember than to forget.
Gu Mang didn't know what to do with his royal highness. He didn't know how to coax him. His younger brother could no longer be so worried and cloudy for him.
So he could only try to tease him.
In fact, Gu Mang was not really so shameless, that he could say sweet words. Like Mo Xi, his first love was one which lasted for 14 years, and was green and inexperienced. But as long was Mo Xi had some happiness, Gu Mang felt there was no way not to export those extremely active words.
Life was only so long, and many things never have a chance to be said. "Princess, you are so beautiful."
"..."
"Really, I couldn't praise you well before. In fact, I've always thought so in my heart."
"..."
"I like you."
"..."
"I'm glad to see you."
"..."
"It's nice to hold you, too."
"..."
"I'm happiest that I can sleep with you."
Mo Xi put down the mixing bowl, and looked back at him awkwardly and helplessly, "Do you care?"
Gu Mang smiled and lied on the back of the chair, holding up a hand. "I really do."
Mo Xi didn't say a word. He lowered his head and washed his hands in the tank. Suddenly he said, "Come here."
"For what?"
"Come and roll up my sleeves for me."
Gu Mang got up from the chair and shook his head behind Mo Xi. He put his head to him and said, "Your sleeve is not good… Uh!
All of a sudden, he was dragged forward. Mo Xi knew that he would scream when he was frightened, so he covered his mouth. Gu Mang was held and pressed by him from behind, blocking his voice from exiting and pressing him against the edge of the platform. Mo Xi hugged him from behind, and his hard and hot chest was pasted on his back.
At this time, it was summer. Mo Xi's clothes were very thin, and the heat was aggressive. It seemed that he lit a fire in Gu Mang's tailbone. The heat burned all the way from the tail, which made him open his blue eyes and shiver all over his body. When the thick fingers were raised and slid down the throat. Gu Mang only felt that his back was numb.
Mo Xi's legs were really long. Standing behind Gu Mang, he could wrap his shixiong in his arms. He didn't let go with his big hand, and he pushed forward. The familiar eagerness and horror made Gu Mang's waist soft in a moment. His breath became moist in Mo Xi's palm.
"Do you feel it?"
"..."
Mo Xi bent over and bit his earlobes, and his voice sank. "Then don't call me."
He spoke then let go of Gu Mang.
Gu Mang covered his throat and coughed, then turned his head to see Mo Xi. The sullen man had long eyelashes, and continued to deal with his cassava powder and his shrimp. Mo Xi was such a person who could bear it very much and knew what to do and what not to do. He was undoubtedly enthusiastic when he went to bed with Gu Mang, and the blade made of his flesh and blood was undoubtedly ready to move, but he knew that Gu Mang's body could not bear the stimulation of * *.
He had always been a very independent person, and he had his own control over things. As long as he thought this degree was not enough, or it had exceeded it, no one could tempt him.
Not even Gu Mang.
Gu Mang couldn't help but sit back in his chair and watch Mo Xi. He looked at the man's back. His heart, which he had thought would never be pure after his suffering, gradually produced sweet water which rose from the cracked chest.
Of course, he knew that he had just recovered, and was not suitable for such a fierce lingering, but what he and Mo Xi were thinking was different. Compared with his own consciousness, Gu Mang did not cherish his body so much.
Anyway, it was already broken. He just wanted to offer himself to his royal highness while he was still clear about his mind and could express his love.
How could his royal highness not accept it?
How could his royal highness cherish his black devil body? Mo Xi's lust was so intense, and Mo Xi's forbearance was strong as a rock. This made Gu Mang unable to help but start to have some beautiful illusions, as if his broken body was still precious and could be saved.
His lover would take him swimming on the shore one day, and they would be able to stay together without any worries, just as they expected when they were young.
It had been a long time and was already afternoon. It was only then that Mo Xi's rice was finally ready.
There was a plate of fried shrimps, sweet and sour fish, lychee and crispy goose - the only thing he was good at- and a pot of soup. Gu Mang lied in front of the stone table, watching Mo Shidi bring up these dishes. The rice was stewed in the pot before. When the wooden cover was removed, the fragrance of rice and potatoes floated all over the yard.
"The shrimp is a bit burnt, the sweet and sour fish is sour, and the crispy goose is not as good as yours," Mo Xi said, scooping out two bowls of soup and bringing them over. The green leaves were floating in the bowl, and three round and white fish balls were in each bowl. "If you don't like it, we can go out to eat."
"No, I've been starving for a long time. Now even if you give me coke, I can eat it without changing my face," Gu Mang said, holding up the bamboo sheath to hold a fish ball. The hot and thick soup burst in his mouth. The whole ball was smooth and tender. "Well, it's delicious! I didn't know you were very good." "... This is what I bought at Zhangji fish ball shop in Dongshi."
"... Oh."
"You used to like this family's fish balls best… You may have forgotten."
Gu Mang complained to himself that even if he tried hard, he still couldn't reverse the fact that his memory was gradually weakening and disappearing. However, he tried to avoid Mo Xi's perceiving these clues in his daily life, but he didn't want to miss this small fish ball.
The flattery didn't pat right, but made Mo Xi feel more heavy. Gu Mang hurriedly said, "I didn't forget. I meant the soup is cooked well. You are very strong."
Mo Xi scooped out the plain clear soup in the bowl with a porcelain jade spoon without speaking.
Gu Mang then tasted several other dishes. It had to be said that Mo Xi had no talent for cooking. However, because the man did it carefully, there was no big mistake. Although the taste was not good, it could also be eaten. Gu Mang praised him. "Although the fish is sour, it's edible."
"This shrimp is a little burnt, but it's crispy."
"This crispy goose is better than mine."
The so-called food could be divided into two types: one was really delicious, impeccable. The other is like this: because the person in front of Gu Mang at this moment was his sweetheart, even if the dishes he made were so bad, he could find good things to make up for it.
In fact, it was just one sentence.
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"I'm glad you did everything well."
Mo Xi was a little embarrassed by his praise. He turned his head, coughed gently and said, "If you like, I will make it for you every day… I will always become more and more proficient."
Gu Mang said with a smile, "Next time I'm with you, I'll teach you. Look at me.
Look at me. There are two words on my forehead."
Mo Xi paused for a while. "What?"
Gu Mang pointed at his bright and clean forehead and said, "Food. Manual."
Mo Xi lowered his eyelashes and smiled. He ran his hand over the back of Gu
Mang's head and kissed him on the forehead. "One word is missing."
This time, it was Gu Mang's turn. "What?"
Mo Xi lowered that pair of dark eyes to look at him affectionately, and added in a low voice, "Mine."
Gu Ran's heart rose rapidly. He stared at those eyes that were deep like still waters, and cried out in his heart, "Ah, why do all the heavy girls up and down in
Chonghua feel that his royal highness is not understanding? Although my Mo Shidi is very honest, the love words spoken by this honest person are more exciting than any colorful words."
After lunch, the two were cleaning up the dishes together in the yard.
Mo Xi didn't allow any servants to come in. He and Gu Mang were the only two people in the other courtyard. A big tree, a few chickens, and cloth and beans were all simple. This was the day he had been asking for.
When the last one was washed, Gu Mang stretched. Mo Xi went over and hugged him from behind.
"What's next?" Gu Mang raised his head and stuck it on the side of his neck.
Mo Xi was thinking.
They used to think about what to do next, such as setting up camp next, refining weapons next, and then packing things to avoid people seeing their relationship.
They'd always been in a hurry.
But today, when Gu Mang asked him this question habitually, he thought for a while, only thinking that nothing was more precious than the peace at this moment.
He bowed his head and kissed Gu Mang's hair. "Yes," he said. "You have a very important thing to do."
"What?"
"Sun with me for a while."
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The author has something to say: there is an idea I'd like to finish the year with ER Gouzi and try my best to write a piece of Er Gouzi's cookies and sand sculptures for you to enjoy (it's not the ten day talk of red lotus, but the ten day talk will not have energy until the rest of the pollution is finished) But... If I can do it I'm afraid I have to save the remaining dirty manuscripts and think about Er Gou's cookies for a while I don't know if I can finish this wonderful dream Cover your face, cover your face, I wish I don't have to work overtime this time QAQ
Order yourself a bottle of hair tonic in advance
Gu Mangmang: crabs and crabs "give way", "Linjiang", "the Pleiades blossom" and "flying rain"