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Yu Zhibo knows that if he cannot overcome today's obstacles, it will be difficult to operate in the leaves in the future.

It's not like that, you should fight for it.

But looking at the rice in the spoon, like gold under a huge wave, it exudes a charming brilliance, and the eyes of the third generation will swallow the stomach with the problem in the mouth.

Why do you want so much? Eat it again!

Swallow in one bite.

Just as the wheels were rolling forward, after three generations of chewing, a grain of rice was instantly crushed.

"this is."

The third-generation eyes suddenly opened their eyes and did not set up a channel.

Beside, Uncle Yi Le came up nervously and said, "Master Hokage, is it too bad to eat?"

"Do not"

The eyes of the three generations shook their heads and closed their eyes slightly, as if reminiscing the general taste.

He has eaten the most expensive food in the world, and has tasted strange dark food.

But in my life, three generations only like to cook by one person.

At the entrance of the egg fried rice, the fragrance inside exploded for a while, as if he was stuffed with grenades in his mouth, and the whole tongue was suddenly occupied by the fragrance.

That is the smell of eggs!

It turns out that the egg fried rice has no fragrance, because all the fragrance is accumulated on every grain of rice!

When the fragrance broke out, the eyes of three generations of people seemed to see a rooster in front of the body, suddenly raising their neck and yelling "clapping"!

The third generation looked at Yu Zhibo complicatedly and said: "I take the liberty to ask, why can you make such fried rice with eggs?"

It turned out that the third generation believed that Yu Zhibo would not reveal the secrets of this cooking.

Who knows, Yu Zhibogang said calmly: "Do it with your heart, and you can make people happy food."

This asks why low-achievers have such good academic performance. Highly successful people replied: "Just study hard."

"Ok"

The eyes of three generations of people sighed for a long time, and the wrinkles on their faces relaxed, like blooming chrysanthemums.

After eating Yu Zhibo's fried rice, he thought this game was no longer needed.

The eyes of the three generations of people took out another spoonful of fried rice, closed their eyes, and chewed slowly. I don't know when the thoughts have drifted away.

A long time ago, when he was a second-generation student.

Among the four students of the second generation, the third generation is not the best, but the best.

At that time, he often trained alone, accompanied by loneliness, to cultivate himself.

Initially, all this will continue.

But that day, when a girl appeared in front of him, she asked him curiously: "Why do you always practice alone, not afraid of being alone?"

Everything has changed.

The third generation bowed their heads proudly and replied, "I want you to take care of it!"

Since then, girls have often come to get a basket of fried rice with eggs in it.

Although three generations said no each time, the body was very honest, and the girl finished eating with fried rice.

There is very little oil in the fried rice and no onions. The taste is not good, and the taste is not good.

But at that time, in that short period of time, three generations felt that this was the happiest thing in their lives.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

Girls are ordinary, and families are ordinary.

But she used egg fried rice, but it was very special.

The girl never speaks, saying that she likes the third generation.

She just went through a lonely practice as a friend.

The third generation is also very happy, and the two maintain an indescribable relationship.

But all this has changed.

The war broke out suddenly, and three generations were conscripted on the front lines.

After leaving, she gave the third generation a plate of fried rice as a farewell.

The eyes of the three generations were washed away, and there was no food, but they didn't expect this to be goodbye.

The war brought killings and took the lives of girls.

Since then, the egg fried rice has become the ultimate song.

How many people love each other silently in the name of friends, but since then, the world is strange.

Once there was a period of true love in front of three generations, he did not cherish it, and he regretted it until he lost time.

Three generations of people have used fried rice in their eyes, and tears have flowed out.

When people are the loneliest, they are the most loyal to themselves.

At this time, three generations believed that the girl once said: "Those who cry and eat can continue."

At the time, the third generation did not know what this meant.

But when salty tears flow into their mouths, mixed with the smell of fried rice, three generations will understand.

Sweet and sour, sour and spicy, I remember.

"At the time, I said that life is as brilliant as summer flowers, but now I understand that ordinary is the only answer."

A plate of fried rice with eggs, eat in the throat.

What the third generation eats is not fried rice, but loneliness.

The third-generation eyes slowly opened their eyes, and for the first time the tired eyes felt a sense of relaxation.

It turns out that winning the world is not as good as a plate of fried rice made by a little girl with eggs.

Unfortunately, in this world, there is no regret about taking medicine.

"Yu Zhibo, thank you for allowing me to eat such delicious fried rice."

Three generations looked at Yu Zhibo with an unprecedented seriousness, as if this were not enough, he suddenly stood up.

Then, the third generation gave an order that no one thought of!

The eyes of three generations of people actually took off their flash caps, and put them in front of their bodies in a pious posture, with their heads drooping slightly, in a respectful posture!

boom!

At this moment, the scene was out of control!

Countless spectators stood up and couldn't believe their faces.

Are three generations crazy?

This is the thought of almost everyone present!

Screaming, wolf screaming, the sound keeps going!

People vent their puzzles in their own way!

You know, this is the respect of the shadow of a big village!

Only those who have made outstanding contributions to the village, such as the fourth generation, can die in the war and receive such high treatment!

Today, Yu Zhibo took the chef and won such an honor!

Nothing is crazier than this!

In those days, three generations did not do this at the memorial service in the name of raging fire.

It's hard to say, Yu Zhibo's value is still above the famous name?

At this moment, countless people who once despised Yu Zhibo were ashamed of themselves, while those who had always supported Yu Zhibo celebrated each other.

"I knew it!" Miyamoto Musashi clenched his fists and waved to the sky. "Boss Yu Zhibo is the best!"

Thousands of bronze hands looked at a faint Yu Zhibo's face and sighed: "From now on, is there anyone who doesn't appreciate you?"

Compared with the others, Uncle Yi Le wiped his face, his face was pale, and he fell to the ground decadently.

Uncle Yi Le looked at the third generation in despair, with trembling lips, but couldn't help saying: "Master Naruto, I already know that I will lose, but can you tell me why?"

Three generations of people looked at Uncle Yi kindly and sighed: "Because the food you cook has no soul."

Suddenly, an uncle, a tiger's body was shocked, as if struck by lightning.

Just like those songs passed down from the source, it is because they can move people that they can be sung for a long time.

Uncle Yi Le’s food is very delicious, but it is similar to a gorgeous article, lacking a core finishing pen.

"I seem to have failed unjustly."

Uncle Yi Le smiled sadly.

Not only will the daughter who loses the game die, but even the food concept he has always insisted on is broken.

At this time, Yu Zhiboyan came to Uncle Yi's side.

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