The small kitchen of Xihe Mansion is open-air. It is repaired in a side courtyard. In the courtyard, an old banyan tree is lush and lush, propping up the blue smoke cloud, covering the whole courtyard.
There was no one else in the courtyard. When Gu Mang entered, he saw Mo Xi with his back to him, busy in front of the platform. This man didn't know how to cook, but he seemed to think that getting a few more cookbooks would give him some psychological relief, so there were stacks of books such as "Taste of Huaiyang" and "Bashu Foods" on the table.
And at this moment, he didn't know what cookbook he was holding on. He was frowning and watching, while unconsciously flexing his knuckles and tapping lightly on the countertop.
Seeing this, Gu Mang couldn't help but want to laugh. His little junior brother has a habit. Whenever he encounters something difficult, he always likes to knock on the things around him with his fingers. However, the last time he saw Mo Xi's anxious reaction was in front of the two armies, but he didn't expect it. One meal can make Xi Hejun so embarrassed.
"Two taels of tapioca flour, one level spoon of salt... Remove the shell of the shrimp and wrap it in flour..."
Mo Xi took out a shrimp girl from the pot with one hand. The shrimp girl had already been handled by the fisherman. All he had to do was remove the hard shell on the tail according to the recipe, dip it in tapioca flour and fry it in a frying pan. .
But here's the problem: Mo Xi didn't know how to remove the shell.
He read the recipe back and forth many times, and made sure that it didn't teach him, so Jian's eyebrows frowned deeper. After a while, a faint red light gathered on his fingertips, releasing a little spiritual power, and his two fingers closed together. There was only a crisp clicking sound, and the poor shrimp girl couldn't bear the high looks like Xi and Jun, and was instantly crushed into powder.
Mo Xi seemed to be stunned, his eyes widened all of a sudden, he looked like a civet cat who was hunting for the first time but got its nose pinched by the prey.
"... What are you doing?" He muttered after a while, "I haven't cast a spell yet..."
Gu Mang couldn't hold it any longer. He leaned against the courtyard gate behind him, and laughed out loud: "You hahaha—how can you treat a poor little shrimp with armour removal?"
Mo Xi turned his head, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his handsome face: "Why did you come back? So early."
Gu Mang jumped over in three steps and two steps, smiled and hugged Mo Xijin's thin waist from behind, rubbing against his broad back: "I miss you, let's watch Pretty Beauty vs. Fat Head Shrimp."
Mo Xi was even more embarrassed, the sunlight fell on his face through the branches, and the edge of his ear was a little soft and red, he explained calmly.
"I have nothing to do today, and I just happened to see a fisherman passing by the mansion carrying fresh fish and shrimp, but he didn't intend to buy it." After a little effort, he realized that Gu Mang was holding him tightly, so he turned his face sideways. said, "Let go."
Gu Mang didn't let go, but teased him: "Speaking of which, I've always wanted to tell you something."
"… what?"
Gu Mang hugged his waist, raised his head and smiled, "Your legs are so long."
Mo Xi: "..."
"The waist is still very thin...the shoulders are wide." Gu Mang sighed, "A person like you will definitely be the top card in Luomei Bieyuan."
Mo Xi was angry and funny at the same time, and the blush in his ears did not disappear, but he was stupid and didn't know what to say to deal with it. After a long time, he repeated those two words as they were: "Let go."
Gu Mang surrounded him again, pestering him for a while, and finally forced Mo Xi to stretch out his tapioca flour-stained hand and wipe it on his face, before he jumped away with a smile.
He dragged a chair and sat straddled, his elbows resting on the back of the chair.
The yard is very quiet, the potato rice stewed with the wooden lid is fragrant, and the free-range Luhua fat chickens are pacing in the grass next to them, pecking at insects and ants.
Gu Mang knew that Mo Xi's mind was very heavy, and since he told each other, the worry in Mo Xi's eyes grew day by day. I'm worried that the evil spirit of the black demon in Gu Mang's body will become more and more uncontrollable...
With so many unresolved sharp knives hitting his heart, Mo Xi couldn't relax. He had only just had his lover, but they were already embattled and walking on thin ice.
Gu Mang is the one who is about to forget, and Mo Xi is the one who will always be remembered.
And remembering is much harder than forgetting.
Gu Mang didn't know what to do with His Royal Highness the princess, and he didn't know how to coax him so that his younger junior brother would no longer be so worried about him, and the cloud was overcast.
So he could only try his best to tease him.
In fact, he Gu Mang is not really so shameless, so he can speak sweet words. Like Mo Xi, he has been in a first love that lasted for fourteen years, and he is equally inexperienced and inexperienced. But as long as Mo Xi was a little happier, Gu Mang felt that there was nothing he couldn't say out of those very active words.
Life is so long, and if you don't say many things, you may never have a chance again.
"Princess, you are so beautiful."
"… "
"Really, I couldn't praise you well before. In fact, I always felt that way in my heart."
"… "
"I like you."
"… "
"Nice to see you."
"… "
"It's nice to hold you too."
"… "
"You are the happiest when you can sleep."
Mo Xikang put down the bowl where the flour was mixed, and turned back to look at him in embarrassment and resignation: "What is your intention?"
Gu Mang smiled and lay on the back of the chair, raised a hand: "I'm sincere."
Mo Xi was silent, he lowered his head and dipped his hands in the tank, washed them, and suddenly said lightly, "Come here."
"What?"
"Come and roll up my sleeves for me."
Gu Mang snorted, then got up from the chair and swayed behind Mo Xi. He leaned his head over to take a look: "Your sleeves are not good... uh!"
Suddenly being dragged forward, Mo Xi knew that he would scream when he was frightened, so he covered his mouth.
Gu Mang was hugged from behind by him like this, blocking the sound he could escape, and leaned against the edge of the platform. Mo Xi hugged him from behind, his broad and strong chest pressed against his back.
At this time, it was summer, and Mo Xi was wearing very thin clothes, and the aura that belonged to him was extremely aggressive, as if he was trapped in his arms. Gu Mang seemed to have been burned by him, his blue eyes widened, and he trembled slightly, but when Mo Xi's fingers lifted up and slowly slid down the throat, Gu Mang only felt that his back was a little bit heavy. Stiff and numb.
Mo Xi's legs were really long. Standing behind Gu Mang, he could wrap his senior brother in his arms. He didn't let go of his big hands, and hugged him more tightly in such a holding posture.
The familiar eagerness and breath made Gu Mang lose his strength in an instant, and his warm breath swept across Mo Xi's palm.
"Do you feel it?"
"… "
Mo Xi leaned over and bit his earlobe, his voice somber: "Then don't come to me."
Saying that, he let go of Gu Mang.
Gu Mang covered his throat and coughed again and again, turned his head to look at Mo Xi, the sullen man had long eyelashes hanging down, and continued to handle his tapioca flour and his shrimp. Mo Xi was like this, he was very patient, and he knew what to do and what not to do—he was undoubtedly extremely enthusiastic when he was entangled with Gu Mang, and his unquenchable desire was undoubtedly just around the corner, but He knew that Gu Mang's body couldn't bear too much stimulation at this time.
He has always been a very assertive person, and has his own degree of control over things. As long as he feels that this degree is still not enough, or that this degree has been exceeded, then no one can tempt him.
Not even Gu Mang.
Gu Mang had no choice but to sit back on his chair again and watch Mo Xi busy. He looked at the man's back, the heart that once thought that it was no longer pure after suffering, gradually gave birth to gurgles of sweet water, which emerged from the cracked chest.
Of course, he knew that he had just recovered and was not suitable for such intense lingering, but he and Mo Xi thought differently. Compared with his own consciousness, Gu Mang actually didn't cherish his body that much.
It was already broken anyway, and he just wanted to give his flesh and bones to His Royal Highness while his mind was still clear and he could express his love well.
But how could his princess not accept it.
However, His Royal Highness, the princess, cherished his wreckage, which was haunted by black demons. Mo Xi's love was so tense and strong, and Mo Xi's forbearance was so solid and real, which made Gu Mang unable to help but start to have some beautiful fantasies, as if his broken body was still precious and could be saved. .
His lover will take him to swim ashore one day, and they can stay together with nothing to worry about, just like Zeng Qiyi when he was a teenager.
After tossing for most of the day, it was already afternoon before Mo Xi finally finished the meal.
A plate of crispy fried shrimp, a sweet and sour fish, and of course the lychee fruit wood crispy goose, which he is only good at, and a pot of soup. Gu Mang was lying in front of the stone table, watching Junior Brother Mo bring these dishes. The rice had been simmered in the pot before, and when the wooden lid was lifted, the fragrance of 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 you." Mo Xi said, scooping two bowls of soup and bringing it over. The green leaves floated refreshingly in the bowls. Three round, white and tender fish meatballs were fished out of each bowl. "If you don't like it, we can also go out to eat."
"Don't, I've already starved to death, and now even if you give me coke, I can eat it without changing my face." Gu Mang said, holding up a bamboo chopstick and sandwiching a fish ball, and it was hot and fresh with one bite. The thick soup exploded in the mouth, and the whole pill was smooth and tender, "Oh, delicious! I can't see that you are quite powerful."
"... I bought it at the Zhang Ji fish ball shop in Dongshi."
"… Oh."
"You used to like the fish balls here...you may have forgotten."
Gu Mang secretly complained in his heart that no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't reverse the fact that his memory was gradually weakening and dissipating, but he usually tried his best to avoid Mo Xi's awareness of these clues, but he didn't get it wrong. On a small fish ball.
The flattery was not right, but it made Mo Xi feel even more heavy, Gu Mang said quickly, "I didn't forget, I mean, this soup is well cooked, you are very good."
Mo Xi scooped the unremarkable clear soup in the bowl with a porcelain jade white spoon, but did not speak.
Gu Mang then tried a few other dishes. He had to say that Mo Xi really had no talent for cooking, but because the man did it very carefully, he didn't make any major mistakes. can enter. Gu Mang praised him: "Although this fish is sour, it's good to eat."
"Although this shrimp is a little burnt, it's crunchy."
"This crispy goose is obviously better than me."
The so-called food may be divided into two types, one is really delicious and impeccable, and the other is like Gu Mang at the moment, because the person in front of him is the sweetheart, so even if the dishes made by the sweetheart are not good in one way or another, he You can find some kind of good to make up for it.
In fact, it's just one sentence.
—
"Whatever you do, I am happy."
Mo Xi was a little embarrassed by his praise, turned his head, coughed lightly, and said, "If you want, I will do it for you every day... I will become more and more proficient."
Gu Mang smiled and said, "I'll be with you next time, and I'll teach you. Look at me, look at me, there are two words written on my forehead."
Mo Xi was startled: "What?"
Gu Mangxu nodded his smooth forehead, and said in a serious manner, "Food. Recipe."
Mo Xi lowered his eyelashes and smiled. He embraced the back of Gu Mang's head and kissed him on the forehead: "Less two words."
This time, it was Gu Mang's turn to be stunned: "What?"
Mo Xi stared at him with those deep black eyes, and added in a low voice, "Mine."
Gu Mang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He stared at those deep still water eyes, and said to himself, "Ah, why do all the girls in Chonghua think that His Royal Highness Princess is puzzled?" Although his younger brother Mo is very honest, the love words that honest people say seriously are more moving than any flowery and beautiful words.
After lunch, the two cleaned up the dishes together in the yard.
Mo Xi did not allow any of the servants to come in. He and Gu Mang were the only people in this courtyard. There was a big tree, a few poultry, and the silk and millet were very simple. All he had been asking for was such a day.
When the last bowl was washed, Gu Mang stretched. Mo Xi walked over and hugged him from behind.
"What do you do next?" Gu Mang raised his head and asked, leaning on the side of his neck.
Mo Xi thought about it.
They used to think about what to do next, for example, the next step is to withdraw the camp, the next step is to temper the weapons, and then the next step is to quickly pack up things so that no one can see their relationship.
They are never in a hurry.
But today, when Gu Mang habitually asked him this question, Mo Xi thought about it for a while, only to feel that nothing is more precious than the tranquility at the moment.
He lowered his head and kissed Gu Mang's hair, and said, "Yes. You have something very important to do."
"what?"
"Stay in the sun with me for a while."