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The third generation glanced at Uncle Le gratefully, then took the spoon and cut a corner from the plate.

Swallow in one bite.

The eyes of the three generations were slightly closed, full of chewing, and they tried to taste the food cooked by a happy uncle.

Three generations of people frowned, and sometimes opened their brows, but also surprised the nervous Uncle Le by his side, feeling that this short wait was like a long war of separation, and there was a wave of anxiety in his heart.

Well, the fried rice is not burnt, and the egg is broken but not rotten. It can be said that a single word can be fried to achieve a realm of integration, and a deep understanding of the true meaning.

The third generation put the spoon down, as if still aftertaste, and spoke slowly in a long key.

"Have fun, you cook fried rice very well."

This is the comment of the third generation.

"Thank you, King of Naruto" Uncle Yi Le said excitedly.

This excitement, like a dead scholar in his mind, made Uncle Yi Le finally find a gourmet who truly understands his craft.

"But" the three generations turned their eyes and looked at Yu Zhibo and said: "A happy person, you can't take it lightly. There is a mysterious kid there."

"Master Naruto, I don't think this is necessary!"

Uncle Yi Le looked at three generations with confidence, and said: "He can cook such delicious dishes. It may be some mysterious ingredients. Now in this strange environment, I don't believe he will make other things."

"Really" these three generations look unfathomable. "let us wait and see."

Resourceful, he couldn't think of this. Otherwise, as organizers and referees, why should the third generation work hard and specifically stipulate cooking with the ingredients provided by the village?

Everything, but it's all calculated.

And Yu Zhibo's cooking secrets are only part of this calculation.

The third generation also wants to know if Yu Zhibo can really use any ingredients to cook food in Jachakra.

If this is the case, we cannot say that the third generation will eventually have to personally come to the Hokage Building for close surveillance and squeeze out all his cooking secrets.

Don't underestimate the shadow of any village, especially the shadows of the five major countries. Their festival exercises are sometimes really like that. If you want to break it, you can break it.

In those days, the first generation of Naruto Megatron, the entire Naruto world, and the entire Konoha knew everything.

But now?

Under the intentional guidance of the third generation goal, the current Konoha villagers only know that the third generation is the strongest Hokage in history, and forget those who were once powerful in the early and second generations in the world.

It's Yu Zhibo's turn.

He twisted his neck, rolled up his sleeves, and filled the stove with firewood.

His movements are very rusty and he is obviously inexperienced.

Those who have burned wood know that wood that is too big or too small should not be thrown into the eyes of the stove, because too large wood is not easy to burn, and too small wood is easy to burn into ashes, which will affect the cooking temperature.

This kind of fried food is either easy to burn or half cooked.

Fortunately, Yu Zhibo has a systematic reminder to replace a pile of medium-sized wood.

Then, the process of ignition, hot pot, and Uncle Yi Le.

But looking at the eyes of a novice Yu Zhibo, almost everyone was disappointed.

In the corner of the audience, a couple whispered.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

"What, do you dare to yell at a chef of this degree?"

"No, I will be angry when I think about him!"

Miyamoto Musashi sat next to them, hearing their yin and yang strange tones, did not vomit in his heart.

"You two, shut up!"

"Who are you?" The woman with a thin lips in the middle of the lover scraped Miyamoto Musashi's face with a very unpleasant expression. "I'll tell you what's wrong. If you have the ability, come and bite me!"

Her partner looked up and down at Miyamoto Musashi's clothes, showing contemptuous eyes. "Uncle, do you know what cooking is?" I'm afraid you don't even have a place to cook. "

Miyamoto Musashi, an honest man, was so close by two people, he immediately said angrily: "You just have to open your eyes and watch the boss Yu Zhibo win the game!"

"Oh, yes, yes." The man shrugged and talked with his girlfriend in his arms, no longer taking care of Miyamoto Musashi.

the other side.

The grandson of Qianshou Tongfang hung around his neck, and a stuttering voice sounded: "Grandpa, let me ask you a question."

The old man in Tongfang was not as arrogant as he used to be, his face was calm, he touched his grandson's little head, smiled and said, "Well, you have grown up too, and you know that Grandpa Test is here."

"Of course, this doesn't look like me?"

Complimented by his grandpa, the little grandson raised his head and looked like a dragon. Okuda said, "Grandpa, do you guess that big brother will win?"

"Okay." The old man in the copper room helped the white beard. I didn't tell you what it looked like. "Heaven can't leak," he said.

"Yeah!" The little grandson turned his head awkwardly. "Of course Grandpa doesn't know how to say it!"

"Yes, grandpa was wrong." The old man Tongfang saw that I was scared, and immediately made the little grandson smile.

During the busy period, the old man with the same angle turned his gaze to Yu Zhiboyan, his eyes full of worry.

He really likes the dishes made by this young man.

Yu Zhiboyan's food made him, the old man in Konoha Village, feel the beginning of the village.

The same warmth, the same tranquility.

But now, this situation is very bad for Zhibo.

Can he win?

Countless people are looking forward to watching Yu Zhibo's joke mentality and pointing at Yu Zhibo's screen.

It seems that they can become Yu Zhiboyan and compete with Uncle Yi Le on the same stage.

Under the eyes of all the people, and in the vicious eyes, Yu Zhibu is leisurely like water, showing the elegant demeanor of a generation of masters.

Soon, a plate of egg fried rice was ready.

Yu Zhibo personally brought this dish to the third generation.

He saw three generations so close for the first time.

The third generation is getting old, and the wrinkles on the face are carved like a knife, leaving deep marks. The old man climbs up on his face, thinking that he is an ordinary old man.

Make the eyes of these three generations different, all in his eyes.

Deep and dark, like a black hole, it can inhale everything in the world.

When Yu Zhibo looked at the third generation, he only felt that he had taken off his clothes, and there was no secret at all.

Wow!

Yu Zhiboyan took a deep breath, barely recovered from the stagnation, and put the plate on the third-generation table.

"Master Naruto, please take your time."

"It's difficult for you."

As for Uncle Yi Le, these three generations looked at Yu Zhiboyan with grateful eyes, and then looked at Yu Zhibo's egg fried rice.

Compared with Uncle Yi Le's egg fried rice, Yu Zhibang's egg fried rice has no fragrance at all, as if it has never appeared before.

On the white plate, the egg on the fried rice is like a hill, which looks very beautiful. Each grain of rice is full, like cast gold, emitting a touch of gold.

Under the light, this egg fried rice seems to sparkle!

The third generation watched it for a long time and thought of a question.

"Where are the eggs?"

Yes, in Yu Zhibo's fried rice, the third generation did not even see a small egg!

But he clearly saw that Yu Zhibo laid four eggs!

With such a hint of curiosity, the third generation picked up the spoon and cut out a corner from the side.

The third generation does not remember to eat, but put it under the nose first.

I can't believe I can't smell it at all.

The third generation looked at Yu Zhiboyan suspiciously. "It's hard to tell, does the other party have a pseudonym?"

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