I take Meng 1 script to guide the old attack of abstinence [Transmigration Book]

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Yang was woken up by the alarm clock. He opened his eyes in a daze, touched the phone and pressed it off, and looked at the time. It was exactly 6 o'clock.

The brain is still a little drowsy, and the alcohol has not completely dissipated.He chatted with Xu Jialuo last night, drank a little too much, his complete memory stayed on the part where Young Master Xu said he would be a godfather to his and Tan Yi's child, after that his mind became unclear.

After returning to the room, he had a vague impression that Tan Yi had come, covered him with a quilt, and helped him take off his pants.Thinking of this, Jiang Yang looked down at himself, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.

He shook his hair, lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. Today is grandma's birthday, and he has important things to do.After taking a brief shower, he came out of the bedroom with his hair not yet fully dried.

Tan Yi's bedroom next to him was very quiet. He was probably still asleep, so he didn't go in to disturb him.

All the way through the leisure area and living room, Jiang Yang turned and entered the kitchen.

For grandma's birthday, he didn't know what to give, luxury goods, jewelry, expensive tonics, many people lined up to give these gifts a month ago.

Most of the stuff Grandma hasn't even had a look at yet.

And all Jiang Yang could think of was to make a bowl of longevity noodles for grandma with his own hands. He was not good at cooking, and he hadn't cooked a few times before, so he had already started preparing it before he came to Island F.

According to his observation, he found that grandma was not used to traditional Chinese noodles, but preferred pasta, so he contacted a former Michelin three-star chef on a certain platform at a high price, and everyone called him Leo.After he communicated his ideas with him, Leo quickly recommended a lasagna.

The dish was previously available at a high-end restaurant in New York, and although expensive, it was very popular.

Noodles are ordinary noodles, mainly because of the ingredients and exquisite cooking methods.

In order to learn how to do it, Jiang Yang specially went to Leo's place, learned from him for a day, and practiced at home several times. On the day he left the teacher, Leo tasted the lobster black truffle pasta he made, and raised his head at him with a satisfied face. Thumbs up: "Greatjob!"

Right now, the existing ingredients and condiments in the kitchen are ready. He looked up at the time. He made an appointment with the hotel yesterday to deliver fresh ingredients at 6:[-] in the morning.

Grandma's breakfast time is usually around 7:[-], and he has to make the noodles before this time.

Just as he was thinking, the living room doorbell rang, Jiang Yang opened the door, several staff members came in, and delivered what he wanted into the kitchen one by one - fresh Maine lobster, black truffle, and some organic vegetables.

He checked the ingredients, then found an apron and put it on, and put the fresh lobster into the steamer. The pasta was freshly cooked, and he only needed to fry it.

He is not used to the stoves in hotel kitchens, and his movements are a bit clumsy, but his expression is very focused when cooking, his lips are slightly pursed, and his eyes are fixed on the ingredients in the pot. Therefore, he did not notice that Tan Yi did not Knowing when to start, stood behind him.

In fact, Tan Yi didn't fall asleep at all last night. He was disturbed by the drunk Jiang Yang, and he was thinking about a lot of things in a mess. He fell asleep for a while almost at dawn, and there was a movement in the next room just now. He woke up again.

In front of him, the young man was turning his back to him, chopping onions. The apron was tied around his waist, outlining the slender waist that was only big enough to hold. His thin back was slightly protruding when he bent over. She wore a pair of very short black sweatpants, her legs were long and straight, dazzlingly white.

Tan Yi behind him watched him busy silently, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, did he wake up so early just to cook?

After a while, Jiang Yang accidentally got his eyes burnt by onions. Tan Yi came back to his senses, pulled a few paper towels from the table, stepped forward and handed them to him: "Wipe with a paper towel. Don't use your hands."

Hearing Tan Yi's voice, Jiang Yang subconsciously froze for a moment. After he realized it, he took the tissue and wiped the slightly reddened corners of his eyes, and said in surprise, "I was shocked, why did you get up so early."

The man glanced at him, then glanced at the ingredients on the operating table. He didn't answer, but asked instead: "Are you hungry?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Yang responded with a smile.

"Breakfast service starts at 5 o'clock." Tan Yi pointed to the sign on the wall.

The implication is to order food when you are hungry, there is no need to do it clumsily by yourself.

Jiang Yang turned off the fire of the steamer, turned his head, and raised an eyebrow at Tan Yi: "Mr. President, you were a little abnormal this morning, and your words were beyond the quota. Could it be that you did something to me while I was drunk last night?" What, feel guilty now."

Tan Yi: "..."

Seeing his slightly changed face, Jiang Yang opened the corners of his mouth and sniggered. He found that as long as this man stood next to him, he couldn't help but want to talk to him, tease him, make trouble with him, and molested him, no matter how much Sometimes he just listens, ignores, and doesn't respond to himself.He still enjoys it.

The lobster was steamed, Jiang Yang took a tool and brought it out, and cut off a piece of the remaining prawn meat with a knife.Just right.

Then he put the washed wild mushrooms on the operating table and cut them into small cubes.It's just that the mushroom was a bit slippery and difficult to cut. After trying it twice, he frowned and turned over the blade of the knife to take a look, muttering: "Why is this thing so weak!"

Hearing this word, Tan Yi was taken aback, and suddenly thought of the sentence he said last night, "You are not good enough".

After hesitating for a moment, he cleared his throat and asked, "What does Geili mean?"

"Oh, this, it's... to give strength, drive, come on, cool!" Jiang Yang tilted his head and glanced at Netcom Tan, throwing out a series of explanations, then smiled and asked jokingly, "What's the matter?" , someone said you are not strong enough?"

"En." Tan Yi calmly responded.

"Damn it! Which unreliable guy dares to say that." Jiang Yang slapped down the table and sent half an onion flying, with a look of righteous indignation on his face, "Mr. President, take out your Strength, overthrow him! Let him know what awesomeness is!"

Looking at the little expression on his face, Tan Yi pursed his lips and turned his head away, feeling a little wanting to laugh, and the corners of his mouth could not help but lift up slightly.

Although he still doesn't understand the vocabulary used on him, but at this moment he suddenly feels that this big boy is really cute sometimes.

The hands of the clock have already pointed to 7, and the pasta is finally almost ready.Jiang Yang spread the fried pasta on the plate, and sprinkled the shredded onion evenly beside it.While moving his hands, he continued to chat.

"Master President, you were the one who helped me undress last night."

"Ah."

"Then I...didn't mess around when I was drunk, right?" He raised his eyelids, looked at the other person and asked.

Because of the "pre-crime" of being drunk last time - losing Tan Yi's slippers, and in an unconscious state, scolding the CEO for being a hooligan.

He couldn't guarantee if he didn't do anything outrageous or say anything outrageous this time.

Tan Yi lowered his eyelashes, Jiang Yang's drunken words last night flashed in his mind - "I've wanted to sleep with you since the first time I saw you."

Speaking of his insomnia last night, it was probably due to this reason, not because he was afraid of being slept by Jiang Yang - that man was just a good talker, he liked to tease him and tease him, if he really wanted to say something, he didn't have the guts.

It's just that Tan Yi thinks more about another level of problem.

After a while, he withdrew his thoughts, watched the young man sprinkle an ounce of black truffle on the pasta, then shifted his gaze to his face, and whispered, "Yesterday, you were drunk."

"Ah, drunk talk?" Jiang Yang was taken aback, his fingers trembling inexplicably, "What did I say?"

At that moment, he also felt a little nervous. He was worried that he would accidentally reveal the secret that tied the system.

Looking at his flickering eyes, Tan Yi thought for a while and said calmly: "I didn't hear clearly."

"Ham... can we stop panting?" Jiang Yang closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I said something counter-revolutionary."

Tan Yi: "..."

There's nothing wrong with saying that.

The spaghetti was finally done, Jiang Yang burst into a bright smile, even the dimples overflowed with happiness, he clapped his hands in satisfaction, picked up the fork and pulled a small part out, and put it on another plate.

"Come on, Mr. President, try my handicraft." He picked up some pasta and a small piece of lobster meat, and brought it to Tan Yi's mouth.

The man was taken aback for a moment, his eyes swept over the pasta, and then fixed on Jiang Yang's pure pupils and the dimples on his lips.He bent down slightly and tasted it.

"How!" Jiang Yang's peach-blossom eyes slightly raised, as if they were twinkling with stars, waiting for his answer expectantly.

"Yes." Tan Yi nodded, looked up at him again, and asked, "Do you like pasta?"

"I don't like it." Jiang Yang shook his head and said honestly, "But grandma likes it. So I went to learn it on purpose."

Tan Yi was stunned when he heard this.

"Isn't grandma's birthday today? This is the longevity noodles I made for her. She will live a long life." He pulled a napkin as he spoke, and carefully wiped off the tomato sauce on the outer wall of the plate. Make it look more refined and better looking.

These few words were like a stone, with a kind of warmth and a sense of heaviness, suddenly smashed into Tan Yi's heart.He stared fixedly at the person in front of him, and after a while he said, "You made this for grandma."

"That's right." Jiang Yang nodded seriously, and said, "I learned it from a Michelin three-star chef, and I secretly tried it several times at home. All the Australian lobsters in my family were destroyed by me as a test product. gone."

Tan Yi didn't speak, but a pair of black pupils kept looking at him.

"I hope, grandma will like it." He clenched his hands on his chest, looked at Tan Yi, and grinned.

"Grandma will like it." Tan Yi rolled his throat and whispered.

For a moment, Jiang Yang seemed to see a rare tenderness in his eyes, whether it was an illusion or something else.

He wanted to say something more, but suddenly, the man in front of him raised his arm and leaned towards one side of his cheek.His black pupils were calm and deep, and his eyes were fixed on his face, right and wrong, like the deep sea under the clear sky.

At that moment, Jiang Yang felt his heart beating fast, and his eyelashes blinked twice as frequently as before.

What is Tan Yi going to do to him?

The plot seems to be developing in a certain direction...

He turned his head, followed the hand that was about to touch his cheek, swallowed his throat twice, and said, "Mr. President, are you moved? Are you emotional? Are you out of control?"

"You, do you want to touch me? Want to play with me in the kitchen...? Then what, grandma is still waiting for noodles, why don't we..."

"You have onion skin on your face." Tan Yi interrupted him in a low voice, calmly pinched off a small piece of onion skin hanging on his cheek, and at the same time punctured his pink bubble and kitchen play.

Jiang Yang: "..."

At this moment, the system went online at the right time, and he said in his mind: "The host is not depressed. The kitchen play is gone, and I will send you a more interesting one tonight..."

The author has something to say: There will also be kitchen play ~ it will be in the later part