[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

Tokyo Setagaya.

"The community here is very classic." 1800 looked at the Japanese-style houses in front of him, crossed the low wall that disappeared straight into the woods in the distance with the road under his feet, and could see the rockery and cherry trees inside, "Where is your house? "

"It's the neighborhood in front of you."

"..."

The butler led the way, and 1800, who followed Mimura Toya, first went to meet the Patriarch——

In the quaint Japanese interior, there stood an elegant woman in a warm-colored kimono, while a wrinkled and thin old man sat cross-legged beside the low coffee table.

"Mother, Grandpa." Mimura Toto also greeted briefly, and introduced Yamada Taro behind him by the way, "The classmate I mentioned, Yamada Taro, will come to help in his spare time in the future."

1800 greeted the housekeeper and the two heads of the house: "Mrs. Yumura, Master Yumura."

Speaking of which, since he is Mimura Toya's grandfather, does it mean that Mimura Toya will look like that when he gets old... 1800 glanced at the square-faced bald old man with his hands in his sleeves, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with him .

"Hmph." Sensing the visit, the old man Mimura turned his face away, allowing him to see the smoother head of the other party more clearly because of the dead hair roots.

"It's too far-fetched, just call me aunt and grandpa." Mrs. Mimura smoothed things over with a smile, "It's all because I didn't make it clear. Grandpa thought he brought a cute female student back, and he's been looking forward to it for a long time~"

"Hezi!" The old man Yucun lost his face and scolded his wife.

Mimura Tuo also said nothing about the scene in front of him, but nodded to his mother: "I'm going to change clothes, and mother can help him arrange it."

It is still early in the morning, the sun and the air are good.

The housekeeper took 1800 to the east courtyard to meet the cook in charge. The truck coming in from the east gate was unloading fresh fruits and vegetables.Fruits and vegetables with sufficient moisture are not light in weight, and the servants carrying the wooden boxes are sweating profusely.

"Let me help too."

I knew that the 1800 who came to do odd jobs were wearing simple short T-shirts, so I stacked two boxes on top of one on the ground.

The cook was hearing from the butler that this person was Mimura Toya's classmate, although he came to help because of poverty, but since he came from Ichinomiya, they are all delicate students.The cook hurriedly stopped her and said, "Those boxes cost forty to fifty catties each, you carry it like this..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party had already picked up the three fruit boxes together. Hearing this, he just poked out his face covered by the boxes and showed a bright smile: "Just follow and put the boxes away?"

The biceps that were exposed because of the raised arms are beautifully tensed, and the delicate face with the pure smile of the sun is really...

Fortunately, the cook has seen the big world, otherwise she would really fall into the girl's throbbing heartbeat in an instant.

Out of (blind) trust in Yamada Taro, the cook entrusts Yamada Taro with the preparation of the afternoon tea for Master Mimura.

Because a group of distinguished female guests would come to Mimura's house to learn the tea ceremony in the afternoon, most of the kitchen staff went to prepare Japanese sweets.Cakes are time-consuming. Although they may not be troublesome to make, the waiting process is quite long.

Because West Point is only the taste of Master Mimura, the cook is not worried about troubles, and she takes it for granted that a capable child like Taro Yamada from a poor family must be very good at cooking.

So, she made this wrong decision.

1800, who was dubbed a cooking madman by his younger brothers, entered the kitchen of the Mimura family without anyone stopping him.By the time Mimura Toya came to the kitchen with an excuse to avoid his grandfather's endless introduction to the afternoon female guests, he was already powerless to recover from the disaster in the kitchen——

Yamada Taro pitifully raised his egg-stained face from under the table, and the overturned stainless steel basin lay on the ground.

"..." How did you hit the egg on your head?

"doing what?"

"Getting ready to make a cake." Speaking of which, the golden-orange-haired man happily held up the egg beater dripping with egg yolk, while Mimura Toto also studied the puddle of unknown slime on the ground that looked like the incarnation of Nirvana Mayuri. , expressed doubts about Yamada Taro's efforts.Mimura Tuo also glanced at the table, and saw that in addition to the necessary ingredients for cakes such as eggs, peanut oil, and flour, ingredients such as almond powder, peanut butter, and walnut powder that were barely recognized by common sense, there were also sesame oil, soy sauce, and other ingredients beyond common sense. Longan.

"..."

When 1800 came back from rubbing his hair casually at the sink, he saw that Mimura Toto had picked out a few simple things based on the cake recipe book.Looking at the 1800 ingredients counting on the table with five fingers, I feel quite melancholy: "Yimura, let's add some peanut butter, you can add it when you beat the eggs..."

"No."

The man who used the graduated container to accurately dispense the ingredients refused without any doubt.

"Then add some almond flour and walnut flour to the flour, it's all flour anyway..."

"No."

Mimura To also threw the steel basin to Yamada Taro: "Go and wash it."

1800 sniffed resentfully, feeling that Mimura Toto was really ruthless.In short, because Mimura Toya is the chief surgeon, the disease of "wanting to add all the ingredients that can be seen every time I cook" in 1800 is really uncomfortable.

In the end, under the harassment of Yamada Taro, Mimura Toya still sent the cake that was still intact after thousands of tempering into the oven.When Mimura Toto also took off his gloves and was about to set the time, he saw Yamada Taro squatting on a chair with the leftover milk bag: "Can I drink it?"

Taro Yamada's body was not able to resist hunger, and after a lot of tossing, 1800 was already a little hungry.

Mimurato didn't pay attention to him, but the other party keenly sensed the "eye permission".With a milk bag in his mouth, 1800 squatted on the chair and writhed restlessly: "How long will it take, Toya?" He couldn't help sniffing, but the oven hadn't been preheated yet.

Every time he wanted to act like a baby, he would call Toya... Mimura Toya set the alarm clock, then went to the sink to soak the handkerchief, and then wrung it dry: "30 minutes."

"It's been a long time..."

"Well, the temperature will have to be cooled before the mold can be released."

Mimura also paused, and added: "In summer, it may take three or four hours."

Sure enough, the face of the boy with golden orange hair collapsed, but even though he was frustrated, he did not forget to suck on the flattened milk bag and make a creaking sound.After the remaining egg paste and flour dries, the beautiful kumquat hair sticks into a plate, but the guy underneath obviously doesn't feel any abnormality on the top of his head.

Not to mention being a lover, such a guy would be ashamed to be a servant.

Thinking of this, Mimura Toya held the opponent down: "Don't move."

"Ok?"

1800 made a suspicious nasal sound. Although he couldn't see the top of his head, his insensitive sense made him realize that the hair was being wiped in small groups. 1800 squatted on the chair obediently, but he was obedient for a while. I started to mess around with the kitchen drawers.

Although his expression was grim, the black-haired man repeated the tedious movements in his hands without any impatience.Occasionally, when he held Taro Yamada's sticky lock of hair as thick as an anime character's hair and was about to rub it with a handkerchief, the other party turned his head and the hair slipped away from his fingertips. Niai still patted the other person on the head with the force of a reminder.

"Hey Toya, let's add cream to the cake!" 1800, who found a cream bottle in the opposite storage compartment, was excitedly studying the usage of spray American cream.

"I don't like cream."

Because of the softness of the hair, the golden orange hair that was wiped clean was loosely curled up in Mimura Toya's hands.

"What, cream has a lot of calories..."

"Pfft——" Turning around and trying to persuade Mimura Toya's 1800 people, he heard a fart-like sound, and then something grazed his ear and shot Mr. Tuhao's fair and handsome face.The poop-like lump was quickly rubbed again due to gravity, and I couldn't help but clench my legs and slide down (don't describe the cream so disgustingly) - wet, refreshing, and slippery.

The sunlight outside the door floats well inside, and the light makes the cream look all the more inviting. 1800 looked up at Mimura Toya who stood expressionlessly but didn't know why he was standing there without moving. He didn't know that the cream hanging on his earlobe was like a single-sided earring, which made his pure face reveal a bewildered look. uninhibited.

He just followed his own will (appetite) very much, reached out and pulled Mimura Toya's neck, then turned his face slightly, and licked it.

Squinting his eyes as if enjoying delicious food, Yamada Taro's long eyelashes grew more and more noticeably, and the ends that were stained by the sun were slightly upturned.The bold and graceful jaw line, the rosy soft and aggressive tongue, correspond to the tight lip line and the slender eyes that are more prominent because of the drooping eyes.And the hand clinging to Mimura Toya's white neck had thin calluses that were used to rough work, the hardness of which was different from the thin calluses worn by the sword in his hand, and Mimura Toya was forced to lower his neck, The hard and elegant collarbone unique to men is exposed in the loose yukata.

At the moment when the tip of the tongue was separated from the skin, the sensitive 1800 caught the change of light when it regained consciousness after being satisfied (appetite)——

At the door stood Mrs. Mimura who was covering her mouth in surprise, followed by Mr. Mimura standing in front of her who was not easy to notice because of his age and shrinkage.

"good afternoon."

Although he subtly felt that the atmosphere was not right, 1800, who was still out of the situation, unfolded a Yamada-style smile that he had already mastered to perfection—instinctively felt that this was a universal smile—and it was indeed the case.The old man Mimura, with his hands behind his back and a gloomy face, only felt a breath of internal energy and was about to make a move, but the opponent disappeared in a blink of an eye—no, the opponent was still there, but he didn't look at him at all, and was chatting happily with a passerby.In my heart, I feel very disappointed.

Feeling lost, old man Yumura turned his head to look at his grandson. This grandson, who has always been reticent, still had a calm face resembling his father at this moment. Wipe your face.

The author has something to say:

Grandpa Mimura: Toya's sexual perversion is not a terminal illness, you must not give up treatment!

Tyrant Gold: ...