Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

sizzle...

In the center of the French frying pan, a piece of butter slowly melted, and two pieces of juicy beef were attached to the surface of the pan, making a slight oil popping sound.

A bony hand holds a bottle of white sea salt and shakes the meat, so that every inch of beef can be sprinkled with salt evenly and just right.

"Master, raise your hand."

Elbows with half-rolled shirt sleeves raised slightly, Zhang Liangshao stood behind Song Wenyao, wrapped the tie rope of the black apron around the young man's thin waist, and tied a bow on the back waist.

"All right."

He let go of his hand, then leaned aside, watching Song Wenyao picked up a handful of black pepper granules, rubbed his fingers on the two steaks that were clinging to each other, and the black spices fell into the oil droplets and fell on the meat. On the block, the aroma quickly overflowed.

"Hmm...it smells so good..."

Zhang Liangshao took a breath comfortably, leaned on the cooking table, picked up the washed small tomatoes that were served as a side dish, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Song Wenyao raised his head and glanced at him, "That's for display."

Zhang Liangshao paused for a moment in chewing with puffed cheeks, and then moved his mouth again.

"Sorry, because the young master's cooking looks too delicious."

It is not only the dishes that are delicious, but also the chef, who is simply delicious.

Song Wenyao snorted, ignored him, raised the spatula and turned over the cooked steak in the pan.

Zhang Liangshao swallowed the red fruit in his mouth, straightened up and approached him, stretched out his hand to pick a big and red cherry tomato and brought it to his mouth to comfort an unhappy chef.

"Thank you, young master."

Song Wenyao raised his eyes and glanced at him, then opened his mouth to accept this insincere condolence.

"Is it sweet?" Zhang Liangshao asked him.

"is acceptable."

"Then I'll wash a few more."

"You eat less."

"Why, and not fat."

"...it's a hassle to clean up."

"Hey." Zhang Liangshao smirked, "Thank you, young master, for your concern."

"...Go and drink some water, it got on your teeth." Someone said indifferently.

The android youth covered his mouth in shock, "Really?"

"fake."

"..."

Zhang Liangshao didn't believe it, so he ran to the bathroom and looked carefully in the mirror.

No, it’s clean, you can go directly to shoot Colgate advertisements.

Wow, this gentle scum is really hateful, how many times...

He rinsed his mouth with water twice, and then ran back, "Master, you are teasing me again."

Song Wenyao was already loading the plate. He lifted the frying pan with one hand and placed the steak precisely between the vegetable salad and cherry tomatoes. Hearing this, he just raised his eyebrows.

"Let's serve."

……

The scenery outside the window was adjusted to the city lights at night. There was a French platinum candlestick on the table, and the white porcelain plate lay on the wine-red tablecloth. The swaying firelight reflected the mahogany table into a warm yellow.

Song Wenyao took off his apron and walked out of the kitchen, looking at the bionic young man in charge of arranging the tableware in surprise.

"Why are you……"

"This kind of high-end atmosphere is worthy of the precious results of the young master's first cooking." Zhang Liangshao supported the back of the chair and pulled the chair away, and performed a deacon ceremony in a decent manner.

"Take a seat, sir."

……

The brown-black black pepper juice with a little spicy smell is poured on the top layer of the steak, and the thick juice is left along the edge, covering the red semi-cooked meat layer in the middle. The female fruit is stacked in the center of the meat, and the ripe bright red tomato juice slowly flows down the cracked gap, intertwined with the black pepper juice.

A silver table knife cuts slowly along the edge about two centimeters lengthwise, and then cuts into small dices horizontally.

The slender fork pierced into the soft meat, and a pool of small dark red juice with oily flowers was squeezed out from the bottom of the plate.

"Wow..." Zhang Liangshao was stunned as he held up the piece of meat in front of his eyes.

It's even more attractive than I imagined.

Song Wenyao was sitting in front of him, holding the precious red wine in the goblet and shaking slightly, the mellow and rich aroma of the wine was gradually awakened and dissipated into the air.

He looked at the bionic man in front of him with an expression of "I just want to see if you dare say it's not delicious".

Zhang Liangshao took a breath, ready to start his performance.

He opened his mouth to bite the piece of meat on the fork, rolled it into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and then moved it to his back teeth to bite slowly...

The juice burst in an instant, and the fresh and tender beef and the sweet and sour taste of the tomato swept all the taste buds in an instant, followed by the black pepper sauce that guarded the thick texture of the beef like a loyal knight, leaving a lasting impression on the tongue Fragrance...the three are layered at first, and then converged into one, jointly interpreting what is called the world's top, the world's treasures.

Boss, did you unconsciously open the cheating device?

Zhang Liangshao wanted to boast but had no time to open his mouth, so he could only make a long nasal sound while stamping his feet slightly to express his praise and enjoyment of the food.

"Hmm... yumyumyum~~~"

Song Wenyao took a sip of red wine in time to cover up the depression at the corner of his lips.

"what……"

Zhang Liangshao finally swallowed the food in his mouth and let out a pleasant sigh.

"It's so delicious that I want to swear."

"Are you a primary school student?" Song Wenyao said mercilessly, but his eyes were satisfied.

"I'm an adult!" Zhang Liangshao envied his wine, "I want to drink it too!"

"No, you are only ten years old." The answer he got was a ruthless rejection.

"...The released people can't look at the time of delivery, but look at their mental age."

"The mental age is only about three years old." Song Wenyao analyzed rationally.

Zhang Liangshao looked at him with aggrieved face.

qaq

"...you won't get drunk at the age of three!" Zhang Liangshao pushed his cup forward and begged, "Please, young master, take a sip..."

"A small sip?" The other party confirmed.

"Uh-huh."

Song Wenyao leaned forward, picked up the empty goblet, and moved it to his own cup. The cup tilted, and the purple wine licked the side of the cup to connect the two cups.

The wine barely filled the bottom of the glass.

"Nun." Song Wenyao also imitated him and pushed the cup forward.

Zhang Liangshao carefully picked up the body of the pen.

Can't shake it, it's all hung on the wall of the cup.

"Stingy, hum."

He poked his eyes at the drops of wine, tilted the huge glass and tilted it again, and then stretched out the tip of his tongue to explore it shallowly.

Gone.

Zhang Liangshao smacked his lips and narrowed his eyes, "It's delicious."

Song Wenyao looked at the young man with a cat-like expression in front of him, and his fingers were about to move.

Kind of like rubbing it.

The two finished their candlelight lunch in a silent and harmonious atmosphere.

……

After eating contentedly, he left the kitchen and dishes to No. 8, and Zhang Liangshao followed Song Wenyao into the studio.

I was taken aback by the portraits of people all over the wall.

Sketch...oil painting...colored pencil...

Boy Eleven with various poses, angles and expressions...

Boss, do you have any other models?

It seems that there is indeed no...

Zhang Liangshao held his chin, and suddenly smiled brightly.

Ah, it seems that I suddenly felt the young master's deep love for me~

My heart is warm.

He stretched out his hand to grab Song Wenyao who was about to walk towards the easel.

"Master." He tilted his head.

"This time, the roles are reversed?"

Song Wenyao was taken aback.

"You come to be the model, and I'll draw." Zhang Liangshao pulled him to a chair with a red cushion and back and sat down.

"Don't worry, it's my first time drawing, it's normal to be a little slow."

Zhang Liangshao urgently downloaded all the painting methods on the Internet, and then transformed them into the painting methods of Bionic Man Twelve through pattern recognition and deep learning.

As long as there is a picture in his mind, the character he controls can visualize the picture.

The paintbrush stopped in front of the snow-white canvas, and then moved.

Song Wenyao saw that although he said so, his hands were moving very fast. When he guessed that he was about to finish the painting and was about to stand up from the chair, he suddenly saw the person in front of the easel unfasten the clip on the easel, and move his hands and feet neatly. He bought a new canvas, and hid the original one with his back facing forward as if he was doing some confidential work.

"Sorry, this painting is broken, give me another chance..." Zhang Liangshao spoke quickly, and quickly started to create on the second canvas.

Song Wenyao: "..."

As a result, within half an hour, someone repeated the trick again.

Song Wenyao:? ? ?I'm afraid you're not kidding me.

When someone stopped writing again and took down the canvas, the blue-eyed youth finally stood up unbearably.

"Wait, wait! It will be ready soon! It will be ready soon! Another 10 minutes! Young master, just do your own thing!"

Song Wenyao glanced at him angrily, sat back on the chair and turned on the light screen.

Zhang Liangshao felt relieved when he was like this, he said that after 10 minutes, he struggled for another half an hour, and while Song Wenyao was not paying attention, he secretly changed the canvas again.

"All right!"

Biting the paintbrush and looking at his last work, Zhang Liangshao breathed a sigh of relief, put down the brush, and his hands and clothes were dyed with paint.

Song Wenyao was even more tired than him. He turned off the light screen and pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, "Bring it here."

Zhang Liangshao smiled, carefully removed the canvas from the easel, and walked over holding the frame with both hands.

"Sauce sauce~"

Zhang Liangshao made a sound effect for himself.

Song Wenyao opened his eyes.

Then the pupils shrink.

"What are you drawing?"

Zhang Liangshao showed a pair of sneaky eyes behind the frame.

"sleeping Beauty."

[Task completion increased by 14%. ]7474741's voice appears.

[It really works. ]

The corners of Zhang Liangshao's lips are slightly raised behind the canvas.

The background on the canvas is blurred by the color blocks, only the translucent white shuttle-shaped game cabin in the center, and the young man lying in the center, the complex neural circuits with blue and white luminescence on the black tights, fluorescent green The edge of his body is blurred by the light band, and the whole picture has a sense of next-generation cyberpunk.

At this moment, under those thin eyelashes, the ice blue eyes covered by the cold light are slowly opening...

The author has something to say: //This chapter should be called: Teaching material on the negative side of love on the tip of the tongue_(:зゝ∠)_...

//In order not to disappoint Shao Shao, it is true that Yaoyao subconsciously used the permissions to make the steak super delicious _(:зゝ∠)_.

Sheep: Everyone knows how to love their wives ╮(╯▽╰)╭.

Yao: Who said I like him ￣へ￣.

Shao (facial paralysis language level 8, tsundere language level 10): I love you too, dear (づ￣3￣)づ～

Today's question: How many paintings did Shao Shao paint in total?

(This question will be revealed later in the text.)