The small kitchen in Xi He's residence was open-air and was renovated in a side courtyard. In the courtyard, there was an old banyan tree that was verdant and lush, spreading green smoke and covering the entire courtyard.
There was no one else in the courtyard. When Gu Mang entered, he saw that Mo Xi had his back to him and was busying himself in front of the table. This man did not know how to cook, but he seemed to feel that taking a few more cookbooks would give him some psychological comfort, so there was a stack of books on the table such as "Huai Yang Cuisine Collection" and "Bashu Food Records".
At this moment, he was holding an unknown cookbook in his hand. He was frowning as he looked at it, unconsciously bending his knuckles and gently tapping on the table.
Gu Mang could not help but want to laugh when he saw this. His little junior brother had a habit. Whenever he encountered something troublesome, he liked to bend his fingers and tap on the things around him. However, the last time he saw Mo Xi this anxious was in front of the two armies. He did not expect that a meal could make Lord Xi He so embarrassed.
"Two ounces of tapioca flour, a tablespoon of salt … Remove the shell of the shrimp and wrap it in powder …"
Mo Mie picked up a prawn from the basket with one hand. The prawn had already been prepared by the fisherman. He only needed to remove the hard shell at the end of the prawn according to the recipe, dip it in tapioca flour, and fry it in the oil pan.
But here was the problem: Mo Xi did not know how to remove the shell.
He looked at the cookbook many times and made sure that it did not teach him how to do it. Then, his frown deepened. After a while, a faint red light gathered at his fingertips and released some spiritual power. He put his two fingers together. With a crunching sound, the pitiful Lady Prawn was crushed into powder in an instant, unable to withstand Lord Xi's high regard.
Mo Xi seemed to be stunned and his eyes widened. He looked like a Dragon Li cat that had its nose pinched by its prey for the first time.
"… What's going on?" After a while, he muttered, "I haven't even cast a spell …"
Gu Mang couldn't hold it in anymore. He leaned against the door behind him and laughed out loud, "Hahaha! How could you use the Armor Removal Technique on a poor little shrimp?"
Mo Xi turned around, a trace of awkwardness flashing across his handsome face. "Why are you back? So early. "
Gu Mang quickly hopped over and hugged Mo Xi's skinny waist from behind with a smile. He rubbed his broad back and said, "I missed you. I came to watch the beautiful woman fight the fat prawn."
Mo Xi felt even more embarrassed. The sunlight shone through the branches and onto his face. His ears were slightly red as he forced himself to explain calmly.
"I had nothing to do today and happened to see a fisherman passing by with fresh fish and prawns. I didn't mean to buy them." She struggled slightly, but found that Gu Mang was holding her tightly, so she turned her face and said, "Let go."
Gu Mang didn't let go. Instead, he teased him, "Speaking of which, I've always wanted to tell you something."
"… What?"
Gu Mang hugged his waist and looked up with a smile, "Your legs are so long."
Mo Xi, "…"
"Your waist is thin … and your shoulders are broad." Gu Mang sighed, "Someone like you can definitely be the top hostess in Luo Mei Resort."
Mo Xi was angry and amused at the same time. His ears were still red, but he wasn't good with words and didn't know what to say. After a long time, he repeated the same two words, "Let go."
Gu Mang hugged him again and pestered him for a while. In the end, Mo Xi was forced to stretch out his hand covered in cassava powder to wipe his face. Only then did he laugh and jump away.
He dragged a chair and sat on it, resting his elbows on the back of the chair.
It was very quiet in the courtyard. The smell of potato rice cooked with a wooden lid floated in the air. The free-range Luhua fat chicken was pacing in the grass nearby, pecking at insects and ants.
Gu Mang knew that Mo Xi had a lot on his mind. Ever since they shared their feelings, Mo Xi's eyes became more and more worried. He was worried that Gu Mang's memory would soon disappear. He was worried that Gu Mang's reputation wouldn't be cleansed. He was worried that the Hei Mo evil spirit in Gu Mang's body would become more and more uncontrollable …
There were so many unresolved sharp knives pressed against his heart. Mo Xi couldn't relax. He had just found his lover, but they were already surrounded by enemies on all sides, as if they were walking on thin ice.
Gu Mang was someone who was about to forget, but Mo Xi was someone who would always remember.
And never remembering was much more painful than forgetting.
Gu Mang didn't know what to do with his princess. He didn't know how to coax his junior so that he wouldn't be so worried about him.
So he could only try his best to tease him.
In fact, Gu Mang wasn't really that shameless. He was good at sweet-talking. He and Mo Xi were the same. Their first love lasted for 14 years. They were both young and inexperienced. But as long as Mo Xi was happy, Gu Mang felt that there was nothing that he couldn't say.
Life was so long. If he didn't say many things, he might not have another chance.
"Princess, you're so beautiful."
"…"
"Really, I couldn't praise you properly in the past. In fact, I've always felt that way in my heart."
"…"
"I like you."
"…"
"I'm very happy to see you."
"…"
"I'm also very happy to hug you."
"…"
"I'm the happiest to sleep with you."
Mo Xi put down the bowl of flour and looked at him awkwardly and helplessly, "You did it on purpose?"
Gu Mang smiled and leaned against the back of the chair, raising one hand, "I'm sincere."
Mo Xi didn't say anything. He lowered his head and washed his hands in the bathtub. As he washed, he suddenly said lightly, "Come here."
"What?"
"Come here and help me roll up my sleeves."
Gu Mang then got up from the chair and walked behind Mo Xi. He leaned his head over to take a look, "Your sleeves are fine … Oh!"
Suddenly being pulled forward, Mo Xi knew that he would cry out in shock, so he covered his mouth.
Gu Mang was hugged from behind like this. He blocked the sound that could come out of his mouth and leaned against the side of the stage. Mo Xi hugged him from behind, his broad and strong chest pressed against his back.
It was summer and Mo Xi's clothes were very thin. His unique breath was very aggressive, like an inescapable net that trapped the person in his arms. Gu Mang seemed to be burned by him. His blue eyes widened and he trembled slightly. When Mo Xi raised his finger and slowly slid it down his throat, Gu Mang only felt that his back was a little numb and stiff.
Mo Xi's legs were really long. He stood behind Gu Mang and could wrap his senior in his arms. His large hands did not loosen, and he continued to hold him in this hostage position, hugging him even more tightly.
The familiar warmth and breath made Gu Mang lose his strength in an instant. His warm breath brushed against Mo Xi's palm.
"Do you feel it?"
"…"
Mo Xi leaned over and bit his earlobe. His voice was deep and hot, "Then don't provoke me."
With that said, he let go of Gu Mang.
Gu Mang covered his throat and coughed repeatedly. He turned his head to look at Mo Xi. That man had already lowered his long eyelashes and continued to process his tapioca powder and prawns. Mo Xi was like this. He was very good at enduring and was very clear about what he should do and what he shouldn't do. When he was entangled with Gu Mang, he was undoubtedly extremely passionate. His hot-blooded desire was undoubtedly restless, but he knew that Gu Mang's body couldn't withstand too much stimulation at this time.
He had always been a very opinionated person. He had his own control of things. As long as he felt that this control was not enough, or this control had been exceeded, then no one could tempt him.
Even Gu Mang couldn't.
Gu Mang had no choice but to sit back on his chair and lie down to watch Mo Xi busy himself. He looked at the man's back, and his heart, which he had thought would never be pure again after all the hardships he had gone through, gradually gurgled sweet water from his chapped chest.
Of course, he knew that he had just recovered and wasn't suitable for that kind of intense entanglement. But he and Mo Xi had different thoughts. Compared to his own consciousness, Gu Mang actually didn't care so much about his own body.
Anyway, it was already a broken body. He just wanted to offer his flesh and bones to his princess while his mind was still clear and he could still express his love.
But his princess didn't accept it.
His princess cherished his broken body, which was surrounded by black demons, very much. Mo Xi's love was so strong and hostile. Mo Xi's forbearance was so firm and real. This made Gu Mang couldn't help but start to have some beautiful fantasies, as if his broken body was still precious and could be saved.
His lover would bring him ashore one day and they would be able to live together without any worries, just like Ceng Yi when he was young.
After toiling for half a day, it was already afternoon when Mo Que finally finished cooking.
There was a plate of crispy fried shrimp, a tail of sweet and sour fish, and of course, the only dish he was good at, the crispy goose with lychee. There was also a pot of soaked vegetables. Gu Mang lay in front of the stone table and watched Junior Mo bring out these dishes. The rice had been simmered in the pot before. When the wooden lid was removed, the fragrance of the rice and potatoes filled the courtyard.
"The shrimp is a bit burnt, the sweet and sour fish is a bit sour, and the crispy goose is not as good as yours." As Mo Xi spoke, he scooped out two bowls of soup and brought it over. The green leaves floated in the bowls and he scooped out three white and tender fish balls from each bowl. "If you don't like it, we can eat outside."
"Don't, I've been starving for a long time. Even if you give me burnt coal now, I can eat it without batting an eyelid." As Gu Mang spoke, he picked up a fish ball with his bamboo chopsticks and bit into it. The hot and fresh soup burst in his mouth and the whole fish ball was smooth and tender. "Oh, delicious! I couldn't tell that you were quite good. "
"… I bought this from Zhang Ji's Fish Ball Store in East City."
"… Oh."
"You used to like the fish balls from this store the most … Maybe you've forgotten."
Gu Mang complained in his heart. No matter how hard he tried, he still could not reverse the fact that his memory was gradually fading away. However, he usually tried his best to prevent Mo Xi from noticing these clues, but he did not expect to miscalculate on this little fish ball.
Not only did he not flatter the right person, but it made Mo Xi's mood even heavier. Gu Mang quickly said, "I didn't forget, I didn't forget. I meant that the soup was well cooked. You're very good."
Mo Que used a white porcelain spoon to scoop up the plain soup in the bowl and did not say anything.
Gu Mang went on to taste the other dishes. He had to admit that Mo Xi did not have any talent in cooking, but because this man was very careful, there were no major mistakes. Although the taste was not very good, it was still edible. Gu Mang praised him, "Although this fish is sour, it goes well with rice."
"Although this shrimp is a bit burnt, it's crispy."
"This crispy goose is obviously better roasted than mine."
Perhaps there were two kinds of so-called delicacies. One was really delicious and impeccable. The other was like Gu Mang at this moment. Because the person in front of him was his sweetheart, even if the dishes cooked by his sweetheart were bad, he could find good ones to make up for it.
In fact, it was just a sentence.
— —
"I like everything you cook."
Mo Xi was a little embarrassed by his praise. He turned his head, coughed softly and said, "If you want, I can cook for you every day … I'll become more and more skilled."
Gu Mang laughed, "Next time I'll cook with you, I'll teach you. Look at me, look at me, there are two words written on my forehead. "
Mo Xi was stunned, "What?"
Gu Mang tapped his bright and clean forehead and said in a serious tone, "Food. Recipe. "
Mo Xi lowered his eyelashes and smiled. He held the back of Gu Mang's head and kissed him on the forehead, "There are two words missing."
This time it was Gu Mang's turn to be stunned, "What?"
Mo Xi looked at him with his deep black eyes and added in a low voice, "Mine."
Gu Mang's heart suddenly beat faster. He stared at those calm and deep eyes and thought to himself, Ah, why did all the girls in Chong Hua think that his princess was unromantic? Although his Junior Martial Brother Mo was very honest, the words of love spoken by an honest person were much more moving than any flowery words.
After lunch, the two cleaned up the dishes together in the courtyard.
Mo Xi did not allow any servants to come in. There were only him and Gu Mang in this side courtyard. A big tree, a few domestic animals, and simple clothes. All he wanted was a life like this.
When the last bowl was cleaned, Gu Mang stretched. Mo Xi walked over and hugged him from behind.
"What are we going to do next?" Gu Mang raised his head and asked against the side of Mo Xi's neck.
Mo Xi thought for a while.
They used to think about what they were going to do next. For example, they were going to break camp, or they were going to refine their weapons, or they were going to pack up quickly to prevent others from seeing their relationship.
They had always been in a hurry.
But today, when Gu Mang asked him this question out of habit, Mo Xi thought for a while and felt that nothing was more precious than the peace at this moment.
He lowered his head and kissed Gu Mang's hair, saying, "There is. You have something very important to do. "
"What?"
"Bask in the sun with me for a while."
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