Konoha: This Opening Is Too Villainous

"Um……"

At the front desk task office, a middle-aged uncle held the scroll in his hand, looked at the teenager in front, and confirmed it again.

"Are you sure you want to take this mission?"

"That's right..."

"But ah..."

He picked up the boy's identity information, which was blank.

"You don't seem to have any completed records yet?"

Those seemingly lazy eyes looked up and down, and persuaded in a skeptical and consultative tone, "Is it necessary to take on such an impossible task from the beginning? There are so many chefs here... You can also start from some simple Let's start..."

Seeing that there was no response from Fujiu, he said helplessly: "So, check again, are you sure you want to take this ten-person random ordering mission?"

There was a hint of playfulness on the lazy face of the middle-aged uncle, "Friendly reminder, this is the group of bastards from the combat headquarters, these guys who boast high IQ are notoriously difficult to deal with, without rules, 763 has absolutely no Requirements, but no requirements often represent high requirements.”

He said this and stretched out a finger, "Although your supervisor has already explained the rules to you before taking office, I still have to state it again, after you finish the dinner for ten people, even if we think you Qualified, but as long as the other party is not satisfied, the mission will still be considered a failure, so not only will you not get any mission bonus, but you will also need to pay for the ingredients..."

Fujiu shrugged, "If you waste any more time, I'll have to make supper.

"Sharp-toothed kid. 99

This inexplicable confidence.

The middle-aged uncle shook his head and threw the scroll over, "The time is now 4:30 in the afternoon. Since we need to reserve an hour, you'd better finish it before 6:00, and our people will judge when it's done. Whether you are qualified or not, then I can only wish you good luck..."

Fujiu took the reel and turned away (cddi), there was no time to waste, and the next thing to do was to choose the ingredients.

To put it bluntly, Tangerine Mountain City still belongs to the existence of the logistics base. Unlike the real front line, the basic operation method here is similar to that of the village. Except for the main combat force of the headquarters participating troops, some special tasks of the logistics department are still mainly based on task employment.

Each department has set up a special task division, which is dedicated to entrusting some special and abnormal work to be completed in the form of tasks.

Just like the cooking class, in addition to the ordinary cauldron rice for three meals a day, there are also many special dishes for Eight Gate.

These will be released in the form of tasks, as for the people who receive the tasks are the group of people in the small single room...

As for the whole process, it is nothing more than taking the task to get the ingredients, then cooking, tasting, and finally going to those guys who want to open a small stove.

In this part of the tasting session, the mission department has raised a few guys who specialize in tasting food. They are called food prosecutors. They try the dishes made by these cooks one by one, whether they are salty, whether they are anti-human, whether they are poisoned or not. ...

Fujiu felt that the Akamichi clan was a perfect fit for this position.

The dinner for ten people is a simple batch, especially the one that can be used arbitrarily. This guy took a small vegetable basket and went to the logistics to select the ingredients, and it was made in half an hour.

Then try it out, pass!

It's just that the little fat man who tried the food looked a little weird, but he didn't say anything, just let him put it on a plate and send it away.

People in the strategic command do not go to the cafeteria much, they prefer to eat at the decision-making table.

"How? What did he cook?"

The middle-aged uncle in the mission office watched Fujiu, who had come to pick up the regular meals for fifty people, leave, and turned to ask the little fat man beside him.

"Twenty noodles, two sizes for one person, and ten clear soups, the kind that can see the bottom..."

The little fat man stretched out his hand and gestured, his eyes a little vacant.

The middle-aged uncle was stunned, "Have you qualified?"

Isn't this a fool?

"Passed. The noodles are mixed with mashed chicken and vegetables, and the clear soup is the purified essence. It's delicious... 99

"Is it sent?

"Sent?"

"What did those people say?"

"Nothing was said, and the fight started.

The little fat man spoke very briefly, jumping out one after another, and finally added, "It's not enough to eat..."

"This kid... has something..."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! 35

It was getting late, and the pommel horse blue sparrow threw the last sack into the warehouse, panting, and lay down on the ground with a tired head.

This magic genius of the pommel horse family was forced to be used as a porter all afternoon on an empty stomach.

"Suddenly I really want to go to the battlefield..."

The guy stared blankly at the warehouse ceiling.

This is not the life I want...

Shouldn't the ninja kill the enemy on the battlefield, show his talent, become famous at a young age, or something like that.

The results of it?

What the hell is it to carry sacks for life and not get food if you can't finish the job?

"Don't complain, speaking of it, this is also a kind of protection from the village in disguise.

Ibizi sitting on the side was also tired, "If you are really put on the battlefield, you will never live tomorrow..."

Pommel Ma Qingque's eyes widened, "Isn't the eldest sister's head also gone?"

"She is strong and naturally belongs to the scope of being specially recruited. 35

"Then I'm also very strong! Hey? What do you mean by that look? Wait... Where did you get the biscuits?""

"Yuyi Fujiu gave it last time, and said that it can be kept for a long time."