Konoha Qiweiju

The sky was pitch black, and most people in Konoha were already asleep.

This stable life makes them feel very happy.

Thinking back to a few months ago, the ninja world was in turmoil. Even when they were sleeping, they would always be on tenterhooks, fearing that the enemy would come up to them in the middle of the night.

But no more now.

Konoha Village has a strong barrier, and it is impossible for enemies to break into it in the middle of the night.

Therefore, they can sleep peacefully and enjoy the joy brought by peace.

But at this time, there was a person wandering on the street.

The long black hair seemed to blend into the night, but those eyes shone like stars.

Anyone with a little knowledge would be so frightened that their legs would weaken when they saw this man's face.

Because he has a name that threatens the ninja world.

Uchiha Madara.

In today's ninja world, only Senju Hashirama can compete with him, and the others are not even his enemies.

At this time, he actually seemed a little lonely.

The drooped head was still messy with black hair, showing a bit of dejection.

Madara's mind was still thinking about what happened during the day.

"Madara, let you be the Hokage."

"Am I really good?"

"It's no problem. Although Izuna is gone, you can treat the people in the village as your brothers and protect them well. No need to hesitate."

"That's...okay."

The scene changed quickly, and Hashirama and Tobirama's discussion in the room was completely different.

"Brother, it is impossible for Madara to become Hokage. People in the village will not agree, and the Uchiha clan is inherently evil. Everyone in the village hopes that you can become Hokage, brother."

There was silence between the pillars.

But at this time, Madara could hear clearly outside the window.

By the time Hashirama noticed, Madara had already left alone.

Under the night.

Madara looked up.

That moon was very round, but it lost the feeling he wanted.

"Hashirama, are you too naive, or am I too naive?"

Madara sighed, his stomach trembling slightly after not eating for a day, but to him, this was nothing to care about.

Suddenly, a burst of chakra caught Madara's attention.

"This feeling...is Hashirama's chakra."

Madara looked up and saw Hashirama's chakra attracting him like a beacon in the dark night.

After a few corners, Madara came to the door of Qiweiju.

"This plaque was made by Hashirama? So much chakra was used."

Madara was quite surprised. Hashirama often did stupid things, but such stupid things were rare.

Even if his chakra is worthless, it doesn't have to be such a disaster.

"Is it a restaurant? Is it related to Hashirama?"

While muttering, an inexplicable force drove Madara into Qiweiju.

Jingya's decoration didn't impress Madara, but the red-haired boy made him slightly surprised.

Red hair?

swirl?

Madara made a judgment in an instant.

"Are you open now?"

“Welcome, it’s business hours now!”

Their eyes met, Madara's eyes were calm and calm, but Shinshu's heart was surging.

Uchiha Madara!

Even if a true cultivator doesn't watch hot-blooded anime, he has heard of this person's name.

Madara didn't pay attention to Zhen Xiu's expression and just sat down on his own.

"I'm hungry, let's serve the food."

The words were brief, without too much verbosity or politeness.

Maybe he was really hungry, or maybe he was attracted by the sign made by Hashirama, so Madara sat down.

It seems that he really wants to taste the craftsmanship of Zhenxiu.

Zhenxiu also calmed down at this time.

"Ding, stimulate the mission, conquer Uchiha Madara's taste buds, mission reward: dragon pattern hotpot (pot)."

It’s really wonderful to practice Ji Ling and have another mission so soon? It’s really wonderful.

But I'm afraid it won't be that easy to conquer Uchiha Madara's taste buds.

Even if you make something that tastes delicious to him, he won't show much performance.

The corners of Zhenxiu's lips curled up slightly, and he had already thought of a way.

"Okay! Wait a moment! The delicious food will be served immediately!"

He took off the black hair tie at his wrist and tied it to his forehead.

"Hmph, if it tastes bad, I will tear down your sign!"

Madara said coldly, his eyes condensed with resentment, which made Zhenxiu's heart tremble.

"This guy is so angry. Could it be that he just had a quarrel with Brother Hashirama? He also wants to tear down the sign."

Zhen Xiu secretly thought that he was a bit uneasy.

"Don't worry, sir, I guarantee your satisfaction!"

Zhenxiu put his right hand under the long table, but it actually reached into the system space.

"System, use the Anran Ecstasy Rice Experience Card."

"Ding, successfully stimulated."

He took it out with his right hand, and a piece of plum meat was already held by the real cultivator.

The so-called plum meat is the shoulder blade meat after bone removal. The meat is delicate and has interstitial fat. It is the most suitable meat for making barbecued pork.

Putting the plum meat on the chopping board, Zhenxiu suddenly closed his eyes.

Madara frowned, and at this moment, a strange emotion came from Zhen Xiu's body.

be deeply grieved!

Madara looked at Zhenxiu and felt inexplicably sad in his heart.

The sorrow that had been suppressed just now was brought out again.

"What's going on? Is it an illusion? No, no, there is no chakra fluctuation."

Madara was surprised in his heart, and looked at Zhen Xiu with a somewhat solemn look.

There are really not many people in this world who can influence his emotions.

Just when Madara was confused, Shinsu opened his eyes!

At this moment, those eyes were no longer as clear as those of a young man, but as sad as those of a middle-aged man.

Those who are in ecstasy can only say goodbye.

"Sadly Ecstasy Hand!"

The real cultivator gave a low shout, his right hand condensed into a claw, and he attacked the piece of plum meat crazily.

A palm!

One punch!

Catch it!

Release it!

Knead it!

Every collision breaks all the meridians in the flesh!

"What a strange physical skill."

Madara whispered in his heart.

After a few seconds of beating, the shape of the plum meat had changed drastically.

Zhenxiu didn't stop there. He took out the prepared sauce from somewhere with his left hand and poured it into it.

With a pinch of the right hand, the sauce and the beaten plum meat blended together perfectly.

There was a faint warmth emanating from my left hand, as if the sauce and plum meat had been marinated for several hours.

With a kick of his right foot, two pieces of firewood jumped onto the chopping board. He formed a seal with his hands and tapped his right hand. The two pieces of firewood suddenly burst into flames.

"What a precise fire escape ninjutsu control."

Zhenxiu took out an iron skewer, put the processed plum meat on it, and placed it on the flame of one of the firewood to roast it back and forth.

At the same time, he took out a casserole with his left hand, and unexpectedly rice and water were placed in it.

Feeling sad, he moved his hands again, quickly turning them in the casserole to wash out the rice grains.

In a matter of turns and sprinkles, the rice grains have been processed.

Cover the casserole and place it on the second firewood.

The true cultivator took a deep breath, blasted out with his left hand, and the flames exploded!

"Injecting fire attribute chakra into the flame out of thin air to increase the flame? Use it for cooking? This..."

Madara felt as if he had opened the door to a new world.