Walking into the restaurant, it was not as atmospheric as I imagined, I thought that the restaurant he was talking about would have dozens of square meters in size, a long white lacquered table, with a layer of pure white cloth, two red candles on the table, and plates and knives and forks on both sides of the table.

But to prove me wrong, this is just a very ordinary kitchen, outside the kitchen is a small dining room, a total of no more than 60 square meters, is a very warm little home.

The decoration is not too gorgeous, the overall wallpaper is milky white, there is a very regular wine cabinet on the wall, and there is a white round table in the dining room, just enough to sit down for four people to eat together.

I looked at Feng Mozi, I don't know what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd, even if he eats, he doesn't have to dress me up like this, right?

"Do you know how to cook?" "Feng Mozi walked to the kitchen door, and suddenly stopped and asked me.

I looked at him twice, so I looked somewhere else, and said with some disapproval, "Not now!"

Suddenly, the sound of the kitchen hood sounded, the kitchen knife chopped vegetables, and the sound of meaty meat also suddenly sounded, I walked forward strangely, opened the kitchen door and leaned forward. What I didn't expect was that Feng Mozi actually went down to the kitchen in person, looking at his back, wearing an apron, and cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife in his hand, as if he was a proper family cook, people who didn't know would never think that she was a big star, and his methods were very vicious, and his heart was very vicious.

"I didn't expect you to cook?" asked reluctantly.

Feng Mozi smiled lightly, didn't turn his head, just lowered his head and cut the vegetables seriously, and said slowly, "I was sent out by my father since I was a child, if I don't do it again, I'm really going to starve to death!"

Feng Mozi's words are very careless, but it makes my heart flutter, it stands to reason that he is Feng Ci's first son, even if he is sent to the entertainment industry since he was a child, no one should take care of him!

I was a little curious about the life experience I sent him, I walked forward, stood behind him, tilted my neck slightly, looked at him with a focused expression, a harmless look of livestock, and shook my head slightly and said, "Just now I thought I could eat it directly, but I didn't expect to have to let you cook it yourself, I was wondering just now if the sun came out of the west, and I could let a big star cook by himself." ”

He knows seven emotions and six desires, understands love and hatred, and knows that he is happy and sad, it is you brain-dead fans who have mythologized the stars. ”

Before I could speak, Feng Mozi turned his head to look at me slightly, looked me up and down, and said again, "The kitchen is not a place for you, it will pollute my clothes and shoes with you, go out and sit with peace of mind, if you feel bored, you can open a bottle of red wine first and drink it slowly!"

I looked at him, some reluctantly pouting and walking out of the kitchen, some none

I walked to the wine cabinet by the wall, pulled out a bottle of Latour, and looked at the date at the bottom of the bottle, which was actually 1855, and I heard that in that year, many of the world's famous wineries produced wines were very famous, and the taste was very mellow.

In France, tour actually means "tower, and the bottle he pulled away has a mark that looks like a tower, although the old tower of Château Latour no longer exists, replaced by a cylindrical white pigeon building," said Maple Mozi as he stood at the kitchen door, looking at the bottle in my hand, and said with a smirk.

I glanced at him and said lightly, "I didn't know he had such a story, but what about later? Don't tell me the story of a famous winery!"

Feng Mozi lowered his head and smiled, then walked over to me, stopped beside me, took the 1855 Latour from my hand, looked at it in his hand, and listened to him repeat it. In 1331, the lords of Castillon and the lords of several small surrounding territories reached an agreement to build a defensive tower at the mouth of the river, the tower called Saint-Mobert was finally completed before the Hundred Years' War between England and France, and in 1378, the English army finally launched an attack on the Saint-Mobert Tower, and after many days of attacking, the battle finally ended with the English army capturing the tower, until 1453, after the end of the Hundred Years' War between England and France, Bordeaux became part of England. ”

As he spoke, Feng Mozi took out two red wine glasses and a wine decanter from the cabinet on the other side, poured me a glass of red wine casually, handed it to me, and heard him say slowly, "In fact, the distance between Château Latour and the estuary of the river happened to be the best place to overlook the passing ships, so Château Latour has extraordinary strategic significance in history." Later, with the evolution of history, the military tower no longer exists, so people stand next to Château Latour with a new cylindrical white pigeon building, and the round tower we see on the wine label is a new pigeon building in the 17th century, despite this, people who taste Latour wine can still feel the indomitable spirit of Château Latour from its cold appearance, and can also feel the domineering taste and tenacity from Latour wine, which is the spirit of Latour!"

I looked down at the wine he handed me, smiled a little embarrassed, took the wine glass and put it on the table next to me, and then said, "You know that I don't drink well, so this is so domineering, I'd better just take a look." ”

Feng Mozi glanced at me, poured him a glass casually, lowered his head and smelled the wine, slowly tasted it, and said with a little sentimentality, "I like the spirit of Latour and his domineering, the red wine produced by the village has a very rich layering after aging, this wine has a strong and complex taste, which can bring a delicious enjoyment to your taste buds." This is like the old saying that the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, and mess up their abilities, and finally they can be great

Allow. ”

After saying this, he raised his head, drank all the red wine in the glass, and randomly put the glass on the table and entered the kitchen.

Could it be that this is the reason why Feng Mozi hates Shao Xun? Hates him for taking away everything that originally belonged to him, leaving his childhood lonely, presumably he is also in the entertainment industry and his father does not love his mother, otherwise a big star, how can he deign to go to the kitchen often?

It didn't take long for Feng Mozi to bring out two dishes and a bowl of soup from the kitchen, although he tried his best to hide his gloomy sadness, and his face desperately pretended that nothing had happened, but I saw through it in his eyes.

He made three very homely dishes, sliced bamboo shoots and pork, braised pork and a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

"I thought you'd make a big meal, it's all home-cooked food!" I looked at Feng Mozi and quipped deliberately.

Feng Mozi quietly set the dishes and chopsticks for me, and added some red wine to his wine glass, and looked at the dishes on the table with a blank face at night, and said in a hoarse voice, "I remember that when I was eight years old, my mother made the last dish for me, and after that meal, I was sent to the entertainment industry by my father, and since then, except for the housekeeper to take care of me, they rarely appear in front of me, even if you can sit at a table to eat later, you can't eat the taste of the year, I hope this time, I can do something like some." ”

I didn't move my chopsticks, just stared at him blankly, and when I saw him sandwich a piece of braised pork, my expression flashed with a hint of anticipation, a hint of fear, and a hint of disappointment that I had already guessed the outcome.

Sure enough, his first piece of braised pork had not yet been swallowed, and he saw that his face was cold, and some fish were in his throat, he wanted to vomit but couldn't spit it out, and he was reluctant to spit it out, so he could only swallow it slowly.

I picked up the chopsticks and tried it, and took a bite, the braised pork he made can be said to be perfect, at least the best braised pork I have ever eaten in my life, and I can't taste the greasy feeling of fat meat in my mouth.

I looked at him and said slowly, "Actually, what is lost is not the taste, but the brotherhood and family warmth, for so many years, you just think that all this is to blame on Shao Xun, and I always thought that he took away everything that belongs to you and took away your warmth in that home." ”

"Yes!" said Maple Mozi as she looked at me without hesitation.

He replied so neatly that I didn't know how to continue for a while.

I looked at him and said, "Why? Why don't these avoid me at all? I'm from Feng Shuiya and Shao Xun, aren't you afraid of me, an undercover spy?"

Feng Mozi glanced at the glass of red wine in front of me and motioned for me to drink it, and I shook my head towards him, indicating my position. But what about him!

This guy is going to get me drunk today?

But this guy shouldn't be too bad in terms of women, even if the last time he was in the Love and Hate Bar, he made an agreement with Feng Shuiya, I've been staying with him for the past few days, if he wants to start, I don't think he will wait until now, right?

Thinking of this, I picked up the wine glass, took a small sip, and was suddenly a little surprised by this wine, the entrance is a little spicy, this spicy lasted for a long time, but the aftertaste was sweet and sour, until finally the whole mouth was only sweet and the aroma of wine, which was indeed as he said, it was indeed very domineering.

Feng Mozi served me a bowl of soup at this time, and slowly put it in front of me, at this time he was a little undisguised, his expression was a little bitter, and he was also a little self-deprecating, and he also said with some regret in his tone, "When I was eight years old, I clearly remember that it was Mother's Day, and this tomato and egg soup was the first dish I made, just for my mother, but when I brought it to the door, I heard the conversation between her and my father outside the door." ”

"No...... Are you talking about sending you out?" I became more and more frightened, and yes, there was some indescribable sympathy for the person in front of me.

Feng Mozi burst into laughter, this laugh was a little ironic, as if he was sarcastic, and it seemed to be sarcastic about his parents, his eyes slowly filled with tears, but he twisted his head to the side, holding back the tears, not letting it fall, and said slowly, "I heard my mother and father say that I won't let Xun'er leave my side, he is my favorite child, if you want to send him away, then our mother and son will go together!"

Before he could finish speaking, he looked at me and said with a crying smile, "Do you know what my dad said?"

I shook my head, only to hear him say hatefully, "Then let our son Mozi go!"

(End of Chapter)