Musashi of the Elves

　　 Yuhong City.

At 3:30 in the morning, Ichiro drove Musashi to the morning market in Yuhong City. Haruko started preparing food for sale in the morning at home. Two kinds of noodles were kneaded in a tub a day earlier, and the soybeans were also there. Soaked in water overnight, the tea eggs were soaked in the old soup yesterday afternoon, waiting to be delicious.

　　 Wash the rice and simmer in three deep pots. One pot is filled with pumpkin cubes, and one of the other two pots will add preserved eggs and marinated minced meat when the cubes are finished.

　　 Next is kneading noodles, steamed buns and Hanamaki. After putting it on the basket, put the soybeans into the machine to grind the soy milk and add water to boil it.

　　 After finishing all this, it was about five o'clock. Ichiro came back with Musashi and took down the ingredients for the whole day from the back of the tricycle.

　　 Musashi landed safely on the ground with the help of Ichiro, but there was no excitement on his small face, but rather gloomy.

　　 As for the reason, it was because Musashi saw the Rockets in the morning market. The silver-white soldier uniforms marked with a bright red R pattern would not be unrecognizable by Musashi.

　　 (ps: The Rockets are not an international underworld organization at this stage. It is a relatively powerful non-governmental organization linked to the name of a big chaebol. It seems that there is no threat to the outside world.)

　　 Ichiro apparently recognized the eye-catching mark of the Rockets, and he turned his head and looked at Musashi worriedly, and found that Musashi's original expression of excitement was already clouded by clouds. It turned out that Musashi had known his mother's identity a long time ago.

　　 is also right, he was early insight, and it is not surprising that Musashi, who has his own opinion, knows these things.

　　 Has become a daughter-controlled Ichiro, forced to be reasonable, only seven-year-old Musashi knows the time and process of these things.

　　 He turned straight, parked the tricycle in the parking lot planned by the morning market, picked up Musashi and started to feel relieved.

"Musashi, don't worry about how many. Those Rockets are just logisticians who come here to buy things. I have seen it many times. I probably didn't know your existence, and when your biological mother Miyamoto entrusted you to us. It also shows that the Rockets don’t know about your existence. So don’t worry too much, just behave naturally. Come and wear your hat to be warmer."

"Well, I know, Dad, thank you." Musashi rubbed his face, smiling again, and wearing a down jacket hood with small ears, the conspicuous red hair was carefully hidden, only showing a delicate and delicate face. His face was flushed.

　　 "Done, sure enough, Musashi looks good in whatever clothes he wears. Give your hand to Dad, and Dad will take you to meet the uncles and aunts here." Ichiro hugged Musashi, took Musashi's cold little hand, and led the way with a smile.

　　 Indeed, even though Musashi and the others couldn’t meet the Rockets guy, he didn’t show any strange behavior. He just smiled and greeted the vendors he knew and bought things.

　　 Just like that, the father and daughter returned with a cart of ingredients.

　　 Although Musashi thought a lot on the way back, his expression has not changed back to his original expression, but when Ichiro picked her up, he recovered and ended his thoughts, and ran into the store and reported the news of their return with Mom Haruko.

　　 Haruko put down his work and came out to help Ichiro get the goods piled up in the front yard back to the shop. Roughly classified, it was about to start the busiest time of the day.

　　 From the oil pan, pour the wide oil, the husband and wife, knead the noodles, cut into strips, align, and press.

　　 One pinches the dough stick prototype, slowly spreads it and puts it along the side of the pot at a time. The specially-made long chopsticks constantly rolls the dough stick in the pot to make it expand and shape quickly, and it will be slightly browned and quickly out of the pot.

　　 The first fried dough stick, the first bowl of sweet soy milk, the first tea egg. They all entered Musashi's already hungry belly, a little bit impatient.

　　 The appearance is crispy, the inside is soft, and the perfect combination of noodles and oily aromas, superb! !

　　 Take a sip of fragrant soy milk to take away the greasy residue in the mouth. The warm soy milk moisturizes the body that has been eroded by the cold wind, what kind of comfort, enjoy!

Musashi decided to change his way of eating. He carefully dipped the bite of the fried dough sticks into the fragrant sweet soy milk, then quickly picked them up and put them in the mouth. With the sweetness of the soy milk, they were still crispy with a hint of salty flavor. , The wonderful combination of sweet and salty, unique flavor.

　　 As for why not drink salty soy milk, Musashi thinks he prefers sweet soy milk to salty soy milk.

　　 If you want to eat salty, Musashi will choose salty tofu nao, but the space in the store is limited, so I can only abandon this dish.

　　 Putting down the half-eaten fritters, Musashi began to peel away the scarred shell of the tea egg. The white inside was dipped into a light brown by the soup, matched with the dark brown texture, and the appetite was greatly appetizing when I looked at it.

　　 Musashi couldn't wait to take a bite, the fragrance of tea spread all over his mouth, taking away Musashi's physical exhaustion, and a sense of happiness emerged spontaneously.

　　 I haven't eaten breakfast at home for nearly two months, and only then did Musashi treat his first breakfast in Rainbow City with this ritual way of eating.

　　The ceremony ended, Musashi slashed his bow left and right without an image, and wiped out the food in front of him in threes or twos. The village and the couple he watched were full of pampering and affection.

Musashi felt his belly, and he was still eating a small bowl of porridge, but there were three options, whether to eat the original white porridge with rich rice flavor, or the golden and sweet pumpkin porridge, or the salty and fragrant preserved egg and lean meat. Where's the porridge?

　　 It's decided, Musashi stood up, stretched out his small white hand, took a deep breath and pointed to the three stainless steel pots and said, "Whoever the little hen clicks will be eaten by me!"

　　 "It's white porridge! Although it's not the best option, it's not bad, mother has a half bowl of white porridge, plus a little pickle."

　　 "Dingling~"

　　 Musashi was attracted by the sound of the door opening. Isn’t it still time for opening?

　　 What surprised Musashi even more was that it was not a human who came in, but a Pokémon! !

　　 Small, about 80 cm, blue-gray skin, red eyes, big mouth, three pieces of **** bones standing on his head, he looks a little shy, and his tail is not long swaying from side to side.

　　 "Bump Man, oh no, wrist strength! Why do you have wrist strength? Mom and Dad, what's the situation? He, how did he come back to our store?" Musashi forgot to take the bowl in Haruko's hand, and said incoherently.

"He, he was shy. Once your dad went to buy goods and he turned his head and saw him in the alley. He fell into a coma, so he picked it up and took care of him for two days. After he recovered, he was silent. He left, but after that day, he will come when we opened, which helped us a lot." Haruko said with a smile.

"There's still such a thing, it's Dad, right, he lives there?" Musashi looked at his shy wrist strength, he couldn't possibly ask anything, so he looked at Ichiro and asked, without holding his hands, he took Haruko. Porridge in hand.

　　 "He, he is very stubborn. We want to take him in. He doesn't agree. He just wants to return to the alley where he was in a coma. But he can't help but let him go." Ichiro said helplessly.

　　 "Okay, but I don't think he has been accepted yet, dad, don't you consider it?" Musashi asked with a smile.

　　 "I thought about it, but I think he won't stay if he has something to do with him." Ichiro shook his head and said.

　　 "That's it." Musashi replied thoughtfully.

　　 "Wrist strength, are you hungry? Go and clean it up. The work clothes are still in the original place. Once you have put them on, come over for breakfast." Haruko shook her head helplessly while still staying at the door to see her wrist strength.

　　 "Wei~" answered with a low voice of wrist strength, quickly passed through Musashi, and got into the restroom behind.

　　 Waiting for Musashi to finish eating the small bowl of rice porridge, his wrist strength came out of the bathroom, wearing suitable overalls, which seemed to come from Haruko's hands.

　　 Don't tell me, the strength of your wrists in work clothes looks like something.

And Musashi also wants his wrist strength to stay. Although a bit shy~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he knows that gratitude is more important. This wrist strength is quite strong, that is, it can help parents deal with the small things of passing dishes, but also when necessary. Time to take action to protect parents and this shop.

　　 Pokémon: Wrist Strength

　　Weird power elf, humanoid group

　　 attributes: fighting, height 0.8, weight 17.8kg

　　 level: lv168.30%, gender: ♂

　　Feature: Perseverance (control degree lv355.40%)

　　 Hidden feature: Unyielding Heart (activation progress 11.50%)

　　 Status: Adult, healthy.

　　 Age: 1 year old.

　　Character: shy (the personality state is not unique, it will change under certain circumstances)

　　Preferences: I like to help others, but always mess up things because of my personality. (Preferences are not unique and will change under certain circumstances)

　　 Intimacy: 70 (full value: 255) (Mura Kazuichiro)

　　 Trust value: 80 (full value: 100) (Mura Kazuichiro)

　　 Race value: HP: 70, attack, 80, defense: 50, special attack: 35, special defense: 35, speed, 35, total: 305

　　 Skills: Kick down (lv8), stare (lv7), gather energy (lv10Max), endurance (lv10Max), cut with bare hands (lv7), see through (lv3), kick (lv5), throw on the earth (lv2)

　　 Genetic skills: bullet punch (lv4), yoga pose (lv3)

　　 Comprehension skills: hard support (lv6), help (lv5)

Evaluation: A Pokémon with very good talents was abandoned by the original owner because of its character, and because it liked to help others, and because of its character, it was often messed up, so that it was not treated by other Pokémon, and often because of it. Injured.