When Zhan Lu woke up the next morning, she felt that she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

She had thought that the pleasure in her dreams was intense enough, but she had no idea that when it did happen, it would give her ten times stronger feelings than in her dreams.

Maybe this shouldn't be entirely blamed on Ming Yijun. Zhan Lu recalled her actions last night, and she was almost ashamed to death.

In fact, she doesn't remember exactly what happened last night...... Speaking of the scene when she dreamed with him in Jingshi, she remembered it clearly, but this time it really happened, she felt confused, and only fragments of memories were stored in her mind. Perhaps it was because the excitement of last night was so strong that it was difficult for her to remember the actions at that time.

But she doesn't remember anything...... She hadn't forgotten at all, when she tossed and turned last night, she pulled a belt that was thrown aside, tied Ming Yijun's hands to the head of the bed, and asked him to beg her with a cruel smile.

At first, he was quite cooperative, begging her with innocent eyes, looking pitiful and cute. It's just that she got too carried away, and refused to give it to him no matter how much he begged, and finally provoked him to be angry, broke the belt that tied her wrists, and turned over and pressed her underneath, causing her to beg for mercy again and again.

Thinking of this, she dragged up the quilt on her body, covered her face, and refused to come out of the quilt again.

A chuckle came from behind, and a warm hand was placed on her shoulder, then gently stroked down, wiped to her waist and gently hugged her. His voice rings in his ears:

"What, don't want to get up?"

Hearing his voice, she only felt more shy. He shrank back into the quilt.

However, his voice with a little smile was still in his ears:

"Wasn't you quite energetic yesterday?"

Hearing him say this, Zhan Lu's face was almost red, and he refused to answer him, just desperately burrowed into the quilt. But he was not satisfied, and rubbed her body and asked her:

"Do you want to do it again?"

She refused to speak, and shook her head vigorously under the covers. But he stretched out his hand to provoke her, and deliberately misinterpreted her meaning:

"If you don't speak, you just want to do it?"

He made her very angry, but she knew that she couldn't beat him, so she whimpered like a kitten, rolled up the quilt and wrapped herself tightly like a silkworm chrysalis, and rolled into the bed. She ran face down at the gap between the bed and the wall, suddenly realizing that something seemed to be inside the gap.

She called out curiously:

"Huh, what is this?"

As she spoke, she reached through the gap beside the bed and pulled out a thick book.

She had lived here for many years, and she had never realized that there was such a book hidden under the bed. This bed has been in this position since Zhan Lu can remember, and it has never been moved and cleaned, and it must have been the same before. The book is already covered with dust, and I don't know how long it has been hidden here. She gently wiped the dust off the book jacket and found that the name of the book was not written on the book cover.

Zhan Lu never knew that there was such a strange book hidden in her home. This mysterious book aroused Zhan Lu's great curiosity, and she carefully opened the cover of the book to find that the words inside were not printed, but handwritten. It's more appropriate to say it's not so much a book than a notebook. The text on the note is very beautiful, and it seems to have been written by a woman.

She flipped through her notes and read them, only to feel more excited the more she looked. It turned out that this notebook was nothing else, but a cooking notebook written by an ancestor of her family nearly 100 years ago. Perhaps because it was dry under the bed, the notebook was kept here for nearly a hundred years, but it is still very well preserved.

When Zhan Lu saw it, he was very surprised, and his fatigue disappeared immediately. She picked up her notes and began reading them from the first page. Ming Yijun originally wanted to tease her, but seeing her holding the note with a focused expression, he also felt a little curious, so he leaned over and looked at her shoulder with her.

This notebook does not contain recipes at the very beginning, and the first few articles are more like diaries. Zhan Lu read from the notes that the author of this note is named Ye Mengniang.

For the name Ye Mengniang, Zhan Lu is not unfamiliar. She knew that the earliest owner of this wine shop was Ye Mengniang. It is said that Ye Mengniang has been a very good chef since she was very young. She has traveled all over the world, seen many exotic ingredients, and studied with many of the world's most famous chefs. However, unfortunately, after Ye Mengniang's death, her recipes were also lost, and the Ye family never had a celebrity chef as powerful as Ye Mengniang.

Today, Zhan Lu coincidentally got the note that was left here for some reason, and for Zhan Lu, it was like finding the greatest treasure.

At the front of the note, an adventure encountered by Ye Mengniang was recorded, and it was also the main reason why she wrote this note. Zhan Lu held the notes and read:

“…… After the rest of his travels, he returned home to open a wine shop for a living. Busy every day, gradually forgetting the past experience. One day in the rain, there were no customers in the store. Yu was about to close the door, but suddenly there was a Lang Jun here, dressed luxuriously, with a beautiful appearance, like a fairy. Yu Zheng was astonished, and suddenly heard him say: 'I am gluttonous, passing by this place, only to feel hunger in my belly, thou shalt cook for me, if not to my liking, I shall feed thee.' ’”

When Zhan Lu read this, she raised her eyes to look at Ming Yijun and asked with a smile:

"Lang Jun has been here before, and he still says such things, it's really fierce. If Lang Jun had eaten her in the first place, where would I have come from now?"

Ming Yijun smiled:

"I don't remember exactly. It's a shame to talk about it now. But there were a lot of such things back then, and when I was hungry, I used to say these kinds of things. I can't count how many cooks I ate because of such a thing. ”

Although Zhan Lu rarely heard him talk about cannibalism, he also knew that he used to eat people. When I heard about it at this time, I was not afraid, but said:

"In this case, I made such an unpalatable meal for Lang Jun at the beginning, Lang Jun must have wanted to eat me at that time, why didn't he do it?"

Ming Yijun hugged her from behind, his chin rested on her shoulder, and his cheek rubbed against her cheek:

"What did you do for me that day? Sauced beef? It's so unpalatable. Now that I think about it, why didn't I want to eat you with such a fresh and tender little girl, and eat that dry and salty sauced beef? But...... It's not too late to eat. ”

As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked her cheek, gesturing to bite it down, rubbing his hands against her. Tickled her, giggling:

"If you ate me then, no one can bully me now!"

Ming Yijun nodded her nose:

"Why did I bully you, who tied my hands last night...... Huh?"

Zhan Lu was ashamed, what he was most afraid of was that he mentioned this. Hearing him say this, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, his face turned red, he glared at him, and said angrily:

"Don't make trouble, do you still listen to me?"

Ming Yijun couldn't hold back a smile and nodded, Zhan Lu let go of him, lowered his head and continued to read the note:

“…… Yu Qiangwei was stunned in his heart, and he made four dishes to wait. After gluttonous eating, he said: "Your cuisine is excellent, rare in the world." In the future, a hundred years later, it is a pity that this dish will be lost. Why not remember it, it can also be used as a reference for future generations. Although gluttony is not human, there is a point in his words. Yu Cong from what he said, so he took this note for posterity. ”

Zhan Lu read this paragraph and sighed for a while. Ming Yijun took the note from her hand, flipped through it slightly, and said:

"I wanted to find some famous chefs for you to teach you some skills, but now I have this note that is very comprehensive, and it is better than many famous chefs. In my opinion, you will practice the dishes written here one by one, and I will taste and appreciate them next to you, and the first place in the world is just around the corner. ”

When Zhan Lu heard him say this, he couldn't help but be fascinated. Ming Yijun spread out his notes, pointed to one of them and said:

"Let's start with this today. ”