Chapter 62: Another person walked into my heart (ask for recommendation, ask for collection)
Soon four dishes and one soup were baked, a pork rib soup, a steamed treasure fish, a steamed scallop with vermicelli, a plate of stir-fried two lotus root slices, and a plate of boiled cabbage heart, which was refreshing and original.
Terry's tableware is very beautiful, it is a white bone china dish plated with gold lace, which reveals a jade-like luster under the light, delicate and warm, high quality, and good feel.
Originally, these four dishes and one soup were already appetizing, and with such a set of exquisite tableware, it looked even more elegant and chic.
"It's great, it looks so appetizing!" Mu Zi sighed sincerely, looking at Mu Zi's expression, he was really a foodie.
Muzi stretched out his hand and was about to serve the soup bowl, Terry hurriedly said: "You serve the food, this is hot, I'll come." β
After Terry brought out the pork rib soup, he turned around and took out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet, opened the wine bottle with a corkscrew, and poured the red liquid from the original bottle into the wine decanter, and the liquid collided on the wall of the wine decanter and slowly slid down, leaving a faint wall mark.
Feeling Terry's carefulness and thoughtfulness, Muzi smiled, accepted the love, and served a few other flat dishes.
"Good work. Looking at the slight sweat on Terry's head, Muzi said a little embarrassed.
"Sit down. Terry took off his apron, sat down, and poured two glasses of wine: "This is a 96-year-old red wine from Mouton ChΓ’teau Bordeaux in France, you can try it." β
As he spoke, he picked up a wine glass and handed it to Muzi.
Muzi hurriedly took it with both hands, and said with a little weakness: "I'm not very good at drinking." β
"It's okay, just feel free. Terry said lightly, "Touch one." β
"Oh, good. Muzi also picked up the wine glass, and then let out a crisp sound of holding the glass.
Mu Zi took a sip slightly, the taste was really good, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
"How's that?" asked Terry.
"A little fruity, as if there is a bit of spice, the taste is rich, not sour or astringent. Muzi said casually.
"It's very professional. Terry listened to Muzi's comments and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Let's eat vegetables, drink soup first." β
"Good. Muzi took the pork rib soup that Terry had prepared for himself, and was a little flattered: "I'll do it myself." β
Muzi took a sip, the heat of the pot was enough, the saltiness was moderate, and the umami of the pork ribs was mixed with the sweetness of yam and corn: "It's delicious." β
After a few rounds of clinking glasses, Muzi's face gradually turned ruddy, and the person became more relaxed, and he dared to look at Terry and chat and laugh.
"Last time, you didn't finish the story, can you continue to tell it?" As soon as the person relaxed, he didn't have too many worries when he spoke, and Muzi suddenly popped up this question nonsensically, and he was startled.
"Okay, I was trying to tell you. Terry didn't mind.
"Then ......," Muzi asked softly.
Later, the boy and the girl thought that their life would be like in a fairy tale, and the prince and princess lived happily ever after. β
Terry spoke slowly:
But the reality is not a fairy tale, not so perfect, and then the boy is getting busier and busier at work, wanting to be promoted, and the girl is worried that the income and status gap between herself and the boy is getting bigger and bigger, so she desperately works hard in her career. β
Speaking of this, Muzi was also tugged at by the heart, staring at Terry intently, waiting to understand the follow-up development.
Terry helped Muzi grab a piece of fish and said, "Talk while eating." β
Then he continued: "Later, the two separated more and got together less, and slowly their relationship became more and more flat, and even when they were together, they had nothing to talk about. During the most difficult period for boys, girls were unaware. β
The boy felt disappointed and discouraged. Finally, the boy overcame all kinds of difficulties and took another step forward in his career, but when he turned back, he found that there was another man next to the girl. β
At this, Terry's expression darkened.
Muzi frowned, she knew that Terry was telling his own story, but when she heard this, it seemed that it was too far from her expectations.
Muzi regretted a little that he shouldn't have taken the initiative to bring up this topic. I don't know if to comfort Terry or stay silent.
The atmosphere was a little cold, looking at Muzi's tangled expression, Terry said disapprehantly: "Later, they separated peacefully. So the story has come to an end for the time being. β
"Separated?" Muzi looked surprised.
In fact, when Terry invited Muzi to his home as a guest, Muzi was very uneasy, because there were rumors that Terry had a girlfriend, but Terry's insistence on inviting him couldn't refuse.
It wasn't until he walked into this beautiful house with Terry, and there was no trace of the hostess's presence in the house, that Muzi was relieved.
It turned out that they were separated.
Terry looked at Muzi fixedly and asked, "The moment they separated, the boy unexpectedly found that he didn't feel particularly painful, but a sense of relief. Do you know what the reason is?"
Muzi felt Terry's burning gaze and shook her head in a daze.
Terry said helplessly: "Because, this boy has walked into another person in his heart, a fresh, ignorant, and somewhat silly dull slow girl." β
Having said that, what a fool will understand, Muzi's face turned red, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Terry.
Terry reached out and took one of Muzi's hands on the dining table and said, "Muzi, are you willing to save the boy's barren heart?"
Muzi only felt an electric current sweep through his body, and reflexively retracted his hand, panicking.
Muzi remembered the first time he saw Terry, and he was already deeply attracted to him at that moment, and later, Muzi felt that he and Terry were a world apart, and a restless heart settled down.
Such a perfect man is actually confessing to himself at this moment, and this kind of flirtation makes Muzi mess up.
"I bought Cartier that day and gave it to you, I didn't expect you to like it......" Terry saw Muzi's panic, afraid of scaring her, so he tried to mention Cartier that day.
"No, it's not that I don't like ......," Muzi quickly explained.
Terry was a little puzzled: "Didn't you say: Any one hundred and eighty chains on the EB platform are better than that?"
"I, that's because, I thought it was a ...... you bought for your girlfriend" Kiko's voice was as small as a mosquito, but Terry could hear every word clearly, so it was.
Terry's eyes flashed with surprise and joy: "Muzi, give me a chance, let's try, okay?"
Mu Zi suddenly sat at the dining table, not knowing how to react, and only squeezed out a few words after a while: "It's too sudden, I, I need a little time to digest it." β
Terry realized that with Muzi's character, he couldn't push her too quickly, otherwise he would scare her away, so Terry quickly said sorry: "I'm too anxious, you don't have to answer me right away, you think about it first, we can try to get along like friends first, okay?"
Muzi's brain was confused, the man in front of him was really good, he seemed to meet all the criteria of his perfect lover, and he didn't hate this man.
That being the case, why not give each other a chance and give it a try?
Muzi nodded in acquiescence.
Seeing Muzi nodding, Terry looked like a hairy boy in his twenties, his eyes leaked a look of surprise, and every cell in his body became excited, he held Muzi's hand again and said, "Muzi, you are my vitamin." β
Muzi bit her lip, lowered her eyebrows, and her cheeks were crimson......