Konoha Qiweiju

An ordinary black casserole, you can't see any difference.

Hanzo picked up the spoon on the side, tapped the black casserole gently, and said with a smile: "Is this the food you cooked for me?"

"Not bad. Specially made by Zhenxiu! Black bone rice."

“Black bone rice?”

Hanzo repeated Jin Xiu's words, but felt that the name sounded quite strange.

"Not bad, sir, please taste it."

Zhen Xiu said and opened the lid of the black casserole.

In an instant, a golden light exploded from the casserole!

Golden light soared into the sky and rushed directly to the roof.

Hanzo was horrified, his body immediately tensed up, and he took out a kunai in his left hand and entered a fighting state.

"Who are you? You actually want to plot against me?"

Hanzo said coldly, his eyes full of caution.

The figure of the true cultivator looks mysterious and mysterious in the golden light like the blessing of Buddha's light.

Zhenxiu smiled faintly, and the golden light gradually faded, revealing the white rice in the black casserole.

The rice was filled with a strange sheen.

A grain of rice is like a diamond.

Hanzo was still on alert, and the meatball beside him opened his eyes and glanced at Hanzo, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Sir, you have misunderstood. The golden light just now is just part of my cooking. It is not that I want to plot against you."

"Does food glow? It's ridiculous. How could such a thing happen?"

Hanzo obviously didn't believe it.

"If you don't believe me, sir, you should be able to feel that I don't have any malice or murderous intention towards you, right?"

Hanzo heard this and glanced at Zhen Xiu.

Indeed, the young man in front of him looks harmless and does not have any malicious intent.

And when the golden light flashed just now, the young man didn't move at all.

Could it be that I am really too worried?

Thinking of this, Hanzo had already lowered most of his guard.

Powerful ninjas have their own perceptions.

This kind of perception will be very sensitive when facing danger.

But now, obviously it has not reached that point.

"I misunderstood you."

Hanzo said, putting away the kunai and looking at the casserole.

What is the name of a dish that can shine?

Hanzo successfully aroused interest in this rice.

After I lowered my guard, a strong smell of chicken filled my nostrils.

It seemed that the food in front of me was not rice, but a bowl of chicken soup.

“It tastes so delicious, not like ordinary rice.”

Hanzo said in surprise.

"Young man, what's the secret in this rice?"

"Sir, you will understand after one bite."

"good."

Hanzo picked up the spoon he had just put down and scooped up a mouthful of white rice.

The delicate luster is pleasing to the eye.

"This rice looks really good, but I don't know how it tastes."

Hanzo said, putting the mouthful of rice into his mouth.

After chewing carefully, Hanzo suddenly opened his eyes!

“This smells like this!”

Hanzo looked at the rice in the casserole in disbelief. The taste was indescribable.

It is sweet in the mouth, and after chewing it carefully, a delicious taste keeps coming up.

The blood in the body seemed to be boiling.

Top notch taste!

This flavor comes not only from rice, but also from chicken.

Chicken deliciousness!

It tasted like chicken that Hanzo had never tasted before.

One spoonful after another, Hanzo couldn't stop.

When he knew that there was not a single grain of rice left in the casserole, Hanzo couldn't help but stop.

"This taste... is really amazing. I have lived for decades and have never eaten such delicious rice."

Hanzo murmured and rolled the last grain of rice into his mouth.

At this moment, it seemed as if there was a black chicken about to take flight inside his body.

Cock crows!

Spread your wings!

“Incredible!”

Hanzo gave his final evaluation.

Zhenxiu smiled faintly, pulled off the hair tie on his forehead, and said softly: "Bad hospitality!"

"It is indeed well-deserved. No wonder the nobles of my country of rain are talking about your Shichimiju recently. It is indeed a rare and top-notch delicacy. How did your rice contain such top-notch chicken flavor?"

Hanzo asked curiously, puzzled.

Of course, he didn't really want to know how the food was cooked.

It was just a casual question.

"As long as you are satisfied, sir. This black-bone rice is made by putting rice in the belly of the black-bone chicken and cooking it. It's not complicated to say."

"I see."

"Sir, I wonder how this food makes you feel?"

"Feeling? It's delicious."

"Is it just delicious?"

Zhen Xiu asked.

Hanzo was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Zhen Xiu meant by his words.

Zhen Xiu took out another casserole and opened the lid, revealing the dark chicken.

"What's this?"

"Exactly the Silky Chicken."

Zhenxiu took out his kitchen knife and cut open the belly of the silky chicken with a single slash, revealing the rice inside.

It's exactly the same as what Hanzo ate just now.

Hanzo licked his lips, feeling a little greedy again.

"There is delicious rice hidden in the ugly chicken, which is of top quality. Sir, the same is true for Ninja Village. No matter how ugly the appearance is, as long as the food inside is delicious, then it is a good Ninja Village. If it is combined with

If the contents inside are also darkened, then the dish will be a failure."

There was something in Shinshu's words that drove away Hanzo's appetite.

The young man seemed to be telling him something in a subtle way.

Hanzo raised his head and glanced at the boy again.

"what do you want to say?"

"Sir, you should understand."

"I do not understand."

Hanzo's face was stern, and his eyes towards Zhenxiu were already a bit evil.

Zhenxiu smiled helplessly and said, "Just think I'm talking nonsense."

"Hmph, a little chef talks so much. He wastes all his skills because of his talkativeness."

Hanzo snorted and walked away.

In Qiweiju, there was only one person and one cat left.

Rouqiu stood up, walked to Zhenxiu's side, and took a bite of half of the silky chicken and the rice in it.

"It tastes good. Give it to him, it's a waste."

Meatball complained.

Zhenxiu sighed and said, "Rouqiu, it seems we should leave here."

"I should have left a long time ago. If I stay here, I'm going to get moldy."

Meatball licked his cat's paw, obviously agreeing with this approach.

Zhenxiu smiled and looked at the wind chime that was still ringing at the door with a variety of emotions.

The next day, Qiweiju disappeared in this small town.

When Hanzo arrived again, he looked at the empty place and clenched his fist with his right hand.

"Who is that young man?"

While Hanzo was wondering, a merchant on the side ran over with a black casserole and said: "Master Hanzo, the boss of Qiweiju gave this to me yesterday and asked me to hand it over to you when I see you."

When the casserole was opened, it was the pure white rice.

Hanzo looked at the rice thoughtfully.