As we all know, moon cakes are made with molds.

Of course, the molds on the market are very cheap now, and the cooking classes are purchased uniformly, and it does not cost a few dollars.

The team members paid much attention to it. After the moon cakes were shaped by the mold, they made some unique marks on the moon cakes themselves, and then it was possible to distinguish who made them.

Ding Jing felt that this was already the ultimate.

However, I never imagined that such a bells and whistles like Mo Shangyun even took out his own mold!

Shameless? !

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun played with two moon cake molds in his hands.

Answered frankly.

This is not a plastic mold, but wood.

The material used is probably the wood left when I made the model last time. There are two pits in a piece of wood. There are lines in the pit. If you look closely, it is actually the Q version of the pattern. It is quite complicated. .

Ding Jing's eyes were stuck on the mold. She looked at Mo for a moment and asked curiously at the ink: "What the hell, am I?"

"How big is your face?" Mo Shangyun looked at her speechlessly.

So, Ding Jing didn't know which nerve was connected, and suddenly reacted, stopped the stirring movement, and patted the thigh, "Fuck, won't it be a couple?"

"..."

Mo Shangyun didn't answer her.

However, the pride of the corner of the eye...successfully sold her.

Seeing the meaning of Mo Shangyun, Ding Jing felt incredulously said: "This is not a thing anymore, and she will show her affection during the Mid-Autumn Festival..."

Mo Shangyun looked at her warningly, "Brush your egg liquid."

Ding Jing walked a few steps aside, then backed two more steps, leaned back, stretched his neck and pointed towards the ink: "Mid-Autumn Festival next year -"

"see your performance."

Mo Shangyun's eyelids lifted and gave her an answer.

Raising his hand to snap a finger, Ding Jing pointed at her, put down the words, "Wait!"

Next year she must have her own moon cake!

Seeing her stupefied back, she raised her eyebrows in ink, and wanted to have fun for no reason.

Are you studying wood carving with Xiao Chuyun? During this year, Ding Jing studied on his own, and it was definitely better than her.

But think about it, Mo Shangyun shrugged indifferently.

It’s just a few days of effort. It’s not a big deal. If she wants, she will do it for her.

This scene was seen by Tang Shi and several cooks.

The cooks didn't dare to get close to Mo Shangjun, but Tang Shi hesitated, but still approached Mo Shangjun, watching the moon cake mold in Mo Shangjun's hand.

it's beautiful……

At first glance, it's a heart, a cartoon pattern, a couple style, and it's not lacking in spirit.

"Team Mo, this is..." Tang Shi pointed to one of the patterns and asked quietly to Mo Shangjun, "Team Yan?"

She remembered that Yan had a scar on his forehead.

This is also added to the pattern.

And the cartoon pattern is similar to Yan Tianxing.

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun pinched the filling and answered very calmly.

This quick, unhurried response made Tang Shi's eyes open.

Although I guessed it for a long time, Mo Shangyun should be so open and calm that Tang Shi was slightly shocked.

Tang Shi said softly, "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

Mo Shangyun raised her eyelids and looked at her, with a smile in her eyes, smiling very softly.

Tang Shi's heart jumped irregularly, nodded to Mo Shangjun in a hurry, then turned and ran away in small steps.

*

Because they are making mooncakes by themselves, everyone is very motivated, and with enough materials, they have done a lot.

As far as the four teams are concerned, there are even two per capita.

However, there is only one oven, and the quantity that can be baked at a time is limited. The more mooncakes made, it proves that they need to spend more time baking.

The moon cakes have to be baked and smeared with egg liquid several times. They must send someone to watch, but in the waiting time, it seems dull.

So, after finishing his mooncakes, Mo Shangjun summoned all the people in the operation room and set up a table to gather around to play cards.

There is no lack of fun to pass the time.

As soon as it passed zero, Mo Shangyun let the cooks go back to rest, staying with Ding Jing and Tang Shi, playing cards, chatting with the sky and slowly cooking up time.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that all the baking work was over.

After everyone was busy with their work, and then cleaned up the operation room, it was almost time to get up in the cooking class.

The three evacuated before they got up.

It was dark outside.

The large base is quiet and silent, even the noise of the jungle at night is much less, and the atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful.

The three walked side by side on the road back to the dormitory, with dim street lights on the side of the road, pulling their shadows up and down, shaking left and right, back and forth, full of life.

"If we stay up late and work overtime, can we cancel the morning exercise in the morning?"

Ding Jing stretched his lazy waist and offered his opinions to Mo Shangyun.

The training is very easy and the time is not so tight. It only started at six.

Not all players were present.

Ding Jing's heart felt irrelevant.

Mo Shangyun gave her a lazy look, "Tang poems can, you can't."

"Is this still treated differently?" Ding Jing somehow, "I haven't done enough?"

"I forgot to inform you that in the next few days, I asked You Nianyu to arrange more training for you." After a pause, Mo Shangyun added slowly, "Of course, it's not too late to tell you."

"..." Ding Jing was stunned. "What the **** did I do?"

"Think of yourself."

Mo Shangyun lost her eyes.

Ding Jing scolded a swearing angrily.

Tang Shi didn't hold back and smiled beside him, quietly, but was successfully captured by Ding Jing.

"Are you laughing at me?" Ding Jing immediately glanced with a cold eye.

"……Sorry."

Tang Shi thought she was really angry and quickly apologized to her, and the smile on her face was taken back.

"..."

Ding Jing scratched his hair, embarrassed.

She didn't intentionally murder her...

After all, when talking with Mo Shangyun, Liang Zhiqiong, and Northern Jiangsu, they would always be back soon.

Mo Shangyun looked at Tang poetry and appeased: "Don't care about her, she owes her mouth."

Tang Shi blinked and shook his head.

Ding Jing hummed, but said nothing, let Mo Shangyun "defamation" himself.

Enjoying a pleasant and quiet early morning time, the three arrived in the dormitory in the morning breeze and bid farewell to each other at the door.

Pushing open the door of the dormitory, the two did not directly turn on the lights, but only turned on the table lamps.

The things they bought were all placed on Mo Shangjun's desk, which can be described as "piling up into mountains". Mo Shangjun had a headache when he looked at it.

However, Ding Jing said to Mo Shangyun in surprise: "Hey, moon cake!"

Mo Shangyun pushed backward one step backward, moved to Ding Jing's desk, and glanced at her empty desk desktop.

Compared with her desk, Ding Jing's desk is indeed much more spacious.

Just when they didn’t dare to put it on Ding Jing’s table, look at it now, there is a reason for it—

There are four moon cakes on the table of Ding Jing, for two people. The pattern of petals is printed on the lower right of the moon cake.

In addition, a note is attached: [Eating tomorrow night tastes better. 】

Mooncakes are probably placed in their dorms during the day.

"Which snail girl did it?"

Ding Jing raised his hand and pulled the note out.

Mo Shangyun glanced at the note and said lightly: "The characters of Tang poetry."

"Really?" Ding Jing raised an eyebrow. "This girl is really good."

"Then you still hurt her?"

"..."

Ding Jing touched the bridge of his nose rather conscientiously.

Mo Shangjun shrugged and said, "Wash and sleep."

Ding Jing hummed Xiaoqu'er to wash.

Seeing her joy and pride that could not hide her eyebrows, Mo Shangyun was crying and laughing.

Inevitably, with some emotion.

What kind of experience is necessary to pay attention to this "good intention"?

*

Waking up, Mo Shangyun originally planned to find Yan Tianxing.

She has something to say to Yan Tianxing.

However, as soon as she left the dormitory building, she met Ruan Yan passing by.

Ruan Yan said that the Information Detachment had a small exercise and could join in the excitement, watch the cyber war without the flames of flames and ask her if she would go. She thought about waiting for Yan Tianxing to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, so she pondered for ten seconds before walking away with Ruan Yan.

As a result, I never imagined that this so-called "mini-exercise" lasted for a day and night. When Mo Shangyun and Ruan Yan left the information detachment, they all had a faint dark eye.

"Did I forget something?"

Fingers squeezed their eyebrows, and Mo Shangjun tried to keep himself awake.

"Ok."

Ruan Yan answered.

"what's up?"

This was a random question, and the result was a positive response. Mo Shangyun was stunned and turned his head to see him.

"Today Yan Tianxing was discharged from the hospital," Ruan Yan said, looked down at the time on his watch, and then said, "The plan is eight o'clock in the morning, but it's ten o'clock now."