Konoha Qiweiju

Chapter two hundred and seventy-ninth revenge teenager

Weather on September 18, Konoha Fifty-sixth Year: Sunny.

It's been a while since I returned to Konoha.

The changes in Konoha are still huge.

As Tobirama ascends to the throne, everything is changing.

Of course, these are not issues I have to deal with.

After living with this brat like Naruto, after being quiet for a while, he still caused me trouble.

He is worthy of being Xiao Nai's son, and he has inherited his mother's legacy.

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After eight years, Qiweiju is ready to open again.

It didn't take much time for Zhenxiu to free up Qiweiju's equipment.

The original store had long been the property of Shinshu, and the third generation would not have touched it, not to mention that Tobirama is now the Hokage.

Everything went smoothly.

"Teacher, you have finally opened for business again. I really want to come over and have a feast."

Shou Da did not do business today, but came directly to help.

Starting a business is quite troublesome.

"It's easy to say, just give me money."

Zhen Xiu smiled.

"Definitely."

Behind the hand-beater was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old.

"By the way, teacher, this is my daughter Calamus. She went out to deliver food last time and was not in the store, so you didn't see it."

Shou Da quickly introduced.

"Calamus, he's already so big. He must have been only four years old when I left."

As Zhenxiu said this, he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

"Are you very big? Judging from your appearance, you are not much older than me."

Calamus looked puzzled.

"Calamus, please don't be rude, this is my teacher. Even though he only looks sixteen or seventeen years old, he is actually twice as old as his father."

"Ah? So old?"

Calamus was surprised.

Zhen Xiu scratched his head helplessly. With this hand beating, he didn't have to emphasize his age to others.

"Okay, hand beating, don't talk about it. I still have a bunch of bones in the kitchen that I haven't cracked yet. You can go and deal with them."

"Okay! Teacher, don't worry, I promise to make it perfect for you!"

He patted his chest with his hand and assured.

"Dad, let me help you."

"Calamus is so good, let's go in together."

"good!"

Shou Da and Chang Pu went to the kitchen, and when Zhen Xiu saw this, he was quite envious.

"If I had married a wife and had children, my granddaughter would be as big as a calamus now, right?"

Zhen Xiu sighed and passed away.

There is nothing wrong with living alone.

"Zhenxiu, what are you thinking about?"

At this time, Meatball jumped on top of Zhenxiu's head and said.

Zhenxiu was stunned for a moment, it seemed that he was not living alone.

"nothing."

"Then don't be in a daze and make the beef balls you owe me right away."

The emotion I felt just now was gone in an instant.

As expected, I can't talk about being moved by this guy Meatball.

After three days of busy work, Qiweiju finally opened for business.

However, there was no publicity and there were not many customers.

Zhen Xiu doesn't care about this.

Late at night, Qiweiju slowly opened.

Just like in the beginning, Qiweiju is a late-night restaurant.

Meatball was lying on the door beam, his head drooped, his eyes closed, and he was taking a nap.

In the dark night, there was not a single passerby.

The real cultivator was sitting on the rocking chair, reading books.

Leisure time has long become the standard for true cultivation.

On Konoha's commercial street, an eight-year-old boy was walking aimlessly.

He looked very tired and had many scars on his body.

Those scars seemed to be caused by intense practice.

The young man's eyes were very empty, without any life.

Dragging his tired body, he walked slowly.

In another ten minutes' walk, he would be able to return to his home.

But at this moment, he stopped.

He stood silently on the deserted street, not knowing where to go for a moment.

Go home?

What else is there to go back to in that empty home?

There are no familiar parents, no familiar clansmen, and no original loving brother.

Until this moment, the boy could still recall Uchiha Itachi's cold face a few months ago.

"Uchiha...Itachi! I'm going to kill you!"

The young man murmured, full of murderous intent.

It is hard to imagine that such words would come from the mouth of an eight-year-old boy.

The red light loomed in his dark eyes.

The boy is naturally Sasuke.

The hatred of genocide made him practice hard every day.

But without anyone's guidance, just the cultivation methods obtained from some books could not make him stronger in a short period of time.

Even so, Sasuke never gave up.

If he gives up, he has no idea what the meaning of his life is.

Human beings always have to find a meaning to live in order to survive.

Otherwise, what's the difference between it and The Walking Dead?

This reason may not be lofty, but it must exist.

Under the night, Sasuke felt a little cold.

After practicing for a day, my stomach started to feel hungry.

"Let's go home and make some noodles."

Sasuke murmured and walked towards home again with heavy steps.

Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance.

"This smell..."

Sasuke raised his head and walked in the direction of the scent.

In a small corner of the commercial street, Sasuke saw a small shop.

"Qiweiju..."

Sasuke murmured about the face above, quite curious.

He has been to this place many times, but he has never seen a store like this.

Originally this seemed to be a closed store. Is it open now?

"It's still open so late. Is it a restaurant that only opens at night?"

Smelling the fragrance, Sasuke felt even hungrier.

I simply walked in without thinking too much.

Now he is so poor that all he has left is money.

Ring ring ring.

The wind chime at the door rang, and the young man walked in.

The orange cat on the door beam did not get up, but was still lying there quietly.

The red-haired boy on the rocking chair looked up.

“Welcome.”

Zhenxiu smiled slightly, stood up and said.

"What do guests want to eat? Our dishes are all written on this wall. If you have something you want to eat, I can cook it for you as long as I have the ingredients."

Zhenxiu's tone is full of gentleness, which makes people feel like taking a breath of spring breeze.

Sasuke felt quite comfortable after hearing this.

Nodding, Sasuke looked at the menu written all over the wall.

Looking at it line by line, it is indeed a dazzling array of things to see.

However, the price is not cheap.

It is five to ten times that of an ordinary store.

In the past, Sasuke couldn't afford it.

But now...

He was so poor that all he had left was money.

Suddenly, Sasuke's eyes stopped in one place.

"I want this."

Sasuke pointed somewhere on the menu.