Konoha Qiweiju

Qiweiju.

Moonlight shrouded.

The real cultivator was holding a rusty kitchen knife and was rubbing it constantly.

The whetstone is smooth, but the kitchen knife is very rusty.

"The progress of the knife sharpening task is 50%, the dream knife skill is 50/100, and the secret skill of the dream knife skill is learned: Fierce Bull Green Dragon Slash!"

Hearing the familiar system sound, Zhen Xiu smiled.

"Finally I've seen some results. Fierce Bull Blue Dragon Slash, what a good thing."

The Fierce Bull Green Dragon Slash can cut an entire cow in an instant.

It's no worse than the legendary Chef Ding Jie Niu.

Zhenxiu looked at the rusty kitchen knife in his hand. It was half sharpened, and he didn't see the knife showing its original shape. It was really difficult to finish it all.

Putting away the kitchen knife, Zhenxiu walked back to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, there are blue spinach.

This is the main ingredient of the Akimichi clan’s spinach balls.

After returning from the forbidden area of ​​​​the Akimichi clan, Zhenxiu began to study this kind of spinach.

Blue spinach is called blue spinach in the systematic fantasy food recipe.

It has the effect of stimulating potential in a short period of time.

And this effect is only useful for fat people.

As for dishes, there is a dish called Spinach Salad in the Junior Dream Recipe.

But the effect of this dish is not as powerful as the spinach balls of the Akimichi clan.

Therefore, the true cultivator judged that the spinach balls of the Akimichi clan are likely to be the effects of intermediate fantasy cuisine.

It's just that this intermediate fantasy dish was not developed well, leaving powerful side effects.

If it can be developed successfully, the side effects will naturally disappear.

"Ding, stimulate system tasks, develop perfect spinach balls, and reward kitchen utensils: steel rods."

Zhenxiu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the system task would come as soon as he announced it.

"Steel rod? Are you asking me to enter the pastry world?"

Zhen Xiu thought about it and didn't take it to heart.

Developing the perfect spinach pill was already on his agenda.

He also discussed this matter with Akimichi Tong.

Akimichi Tong is very supportive.

After all, this matter is only good for the Akimichi clan.

In the days that followed, I lived a fulfilling and happy life in Zhenxiu.

Provide three meals, develop spinach balls, and sharpen knives.

Of course, there is one more thing that true practitioners must resolve immediately.

That is the supply of Bakugan Seto Beef Balls.

Ordinary BBQ beef balls cannot be stored for a long time, so Zhenxiu made them into cans.

The shelf life is greatly improved and can be stored for ten years.

These cans will become Shinshu's products for the Akimichi clan.

Of course, the number of true cultivators requested by Tobirama will also be filled one by one.

This time, I really made a lot of money.

At least for a long time, there will be no shortage of money for true cultivation.

Of course, it is impossible for one person to make so many beef balls.

He couldn't do this kind of hard work, so three coolies were needed.

These three people are naturally Nanchi, Mifan and Xiangteng.

The three of them are all wandering ninjas with no family, so it's perfect for them.

After the psychological investigation of the Yamanaka clan, it was found that Nanchi and Miban had no problem, but Xiang Teng had a grudge against the Uchiha clan.

This is indeed a problem.

But this does not prevent the three of them from working as hard labor for the true cultivator.

The premise is that all three of them have been sealed with seals.

As long as they mess around, their lives will be taken immediately.

There is no doubt that the Uzumaki clan has such means.

The Hyuga clan can have a caged bird. Wouldn’t the Uzumaki clan, who are good at sealing, not have a similar curse seal?

At this time, the three of them were patting the beef with bitter expressions on their faces.

"I can't stand it anymore, brother, I really don't have any... strength at all."

Miban's hands were weak, as if they had been squeezed dry.

"Mifan, if you persist a little longer, you will soon be able to complete today's quantity."

"Brother, this Konoha is so inhumane. It makes us beat so much beef every day."

I feel like crying but have no tears.

"Oh, it would be nice if I could save my life."

Nanchi sighed.

Being able to save one's life is indeed something to be thankful for.

On the side, Xiang Teng kept slapping the beef aggressively, as if he thought the beef in front of him was a member of the Uchiha clan.

"Xiang Teng, are you still thinking about revenge?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Teng's hands slowed slightly and he remained silent.

Nan Chi patted Xiang Teng on the shoulder and comforted him: "Xiang Teng, don't think about it. The Uchiha clan is now at the height of its power in Konoha. It is simply impossible to seek revenge with your power. Moreover, more than ten years ago,

The Uchiha who killed your parents is long dead."

"I don't care! That person is dead, but he still has clan members. I want the Uchiha clan to repay this blood feud!"

Xiang Teng said, the murderous intent in his eyes continued to spread.

"I'll pay you back!"

Boom!

Zhen Xiu came over with a dragon-patterned sword and slapped it directly on Xiang Teng's head.

"Who told you to stop? Hurry up and pat the beef for me. These beefs need to be patted 26,800 times before they can be used. How dare you be lazy after just a few pats? Hurry up and work for me!"

Xiang Teng ate a pot, turned around, and looked at Zhen Xiu fiercely.

"you!"

"Don't complain so much. There are only so many things to do for you to hammer a little beef. Really. Finish it quickly so that we can get off work together. Otherwise, I don't know how long we will be busy."

True cultivator complains.

The tone was not like talking to a prisoner, but like talking to a colleague in the company.

"And you two, why did you stop?"

"Yes, yes, let's get to work right away!"

Mifan responded quickly and started tapping with both hands.

Nan Chi also speeded up.

"That's pretty much it."

Zhen Xiu said and looked at Xiang Teng again.

"Hey, you guys, hurry up and work. When you're done, I'll treat you to a supper."

Xiang Teng was stunned for a moment, and the murderous intention just now gradually subsided.

Faced with Zhen Xiu's attitude, it was hard for him to lose his temper.

Twenty-six thousand eight hundred strikes were not difficult for them.

But by the time they finished, it was already late at night.

After knocking the last stick, the three of them looked like tired and paralyzed children.

The specific feeling is probably like going to work at nine in the morning and working overtime until the early morning.

"No, I don't want to see beef again in my life."

Mifan collapsed on the ground, feeling that he was about to die.

With his chuunin strength, he wouldn't be like this.

But all the chakra in his body was imprisoned, and it was just his physical strength. He was indeed very tired.

Nan Chi and Xiang Teng were not much better.

For ninjas, chakra is life.

Once you lose it, you will become much weaker.

Just when the three of them were exhausted, a scent slowly drifted in.

The taste is very light, but also has a sweet and sour taste.

The sound directly aroused the appetite of the three of them, and Mifan even got up from the ground.

"It smells so good! What is it!"

The three of them were very curious, and soon their doubts were answered.

Three bowls of red noodle soup were placed in front of them.

There are green scallions floating on top of the soup noodles.

Red and green, a play.

This is a living version of Romance of the West Chamber!

And it was Zhen Xiu who was holding them.

"Seeing that you are working so hard, here is a midnight snack for you, tomato and egg noodles. How do you like it? It smells good, doesn't it?"

Mi Fan swallowed and nodded wildly.

"Yeah! It smells so good! I really want to eat it! Is this really for us?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

"Then I'm not welcome!"

When Mi Fan heard this, he directly picked up the noodle bowl and took a deep sip.

"Wow! It smells so good! It's sour and so delicious!"

The red noodle soup was filled with warm power, making Miban's fatigue just disappear.

The sour taste is even more appetizing, stimulating the taste buds and whetting your appetite in an instant.

Suck!

The white noodles instantly slipped into his mouth as Miban sucked them.

The noodles are elastic, strong, and filled with tomato soup and explode in your mouth.

The slightly reddish eggs also have a sour smell, but it is not irritating.

"It's delicious! This is the best noodles I've ever eaten! Brother, Xiangteng, don't look at it, eat it quickly."

Among the three, Mifan has the most carefree temper.

Xiang Teng looked a little silly, but he was quite cold inside.

Of course, this coldness is not natural, but caused by hatred.

Nan Chi is mature and stable, taking on the role of a parent.

Seeing that Mifan was eating deliciously, Nanchi stopped holding it and picked up the noodle bowl to start eating.

But seeing Xiang Teng motionless, he frowned and said, "Xiang Teng, don't think about those things. Living is the most important thing. If a person dies, there will be nothing."

After saying that, Nan Chi also took a sip of noodle soup.

Suddenly, Nan Chi opened his eyes wide.

Just now, he felt that Mi Fan's performance was too exaggerated.

But now it seems that this is not an exaggeration.

Even, there is some restraint.

This noodle soup!

Absolutely amazing!

The sour and salty feeling made him feel as if he was in heaven.

The temperature of the noodle soup brings out the flavor to the extreme.

The green scallion on top of the noodle soup is the finishing touch.

The faint aroma of green onion sublimates the whole taste.

Nan Chi couldn't help but take another sip.

It’s so refreshing!

Suck, suck, suck!

As the noodles entered my stomach, my originally empty stomach gained warmth and saturation.

The two of them ate deliciously, and the reserved Xiang Teng couldn't stand it anymore.

Looking at the red and green tomatoes and egg noodles, Xiang Teng swallowed.

The fragrance keeps lingering on the tip of my nose, and I feel hungry in my belly. Even a god can't resist this temptation.

eat!

Xiang Teng was no longer reserved, he picked up the noodle bowl and took a sip!

The soup is in your stomach!

Warm three warm!

Xiang Teng's eyes softened instantly.

Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to his childhood.

His mother would also serve him a bowl of hot noodles when he was hungry.

Although it wasn't as delicious, it was particularly unforgettable for him.

As I ate, tears fell from my eyes.

Glittering teardrops slid down her cheeks and fell into the noodle soup.

Tick ​​tock!

It looks particularly crisp in this silent environment.

Nanchi and Mifan both stopped when they heard the sound and looked at Xiangteng.

Xiang Teng didn't notice and still ate the bowl of noodles with big mouthfuls.

At this moment, the noodles are no longer noodles.

It's a memory.

An unforgettable memory.

On the side, Zhenxiu watched this scene silently.

There are too many people with stories in this world.

And these stories often only need to be handed over a bowl of hot noodle soup late at night to inspire them.

It’s not how delicious the food is.

It’s about how fragile the human heart is behind the food.

There are too many people who cry while eating late at night.

Because the night is cold, the soup is hot, and the heart is confused.