Naruto: Big Foodie

Mainly, she wanted to learn about Yang Ming and Alice from Feishazi.

"Hey, then I'm leaving too, I still have things to do tomorrow." Isshiki stretched, and out of the corner of the eye seemed to see a figure, smiled lightly, and left here.

In the shadow of the doorway, Nakiri Ji looked at Yoshiki and the others and took a deep breath, "Is it the autumn selection competition? It won't be that simple."

In the Polestar Liao bathroom.

"It's so comfortable." Tian Suohui sat in the bathtub, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by hot water. The fatigue of the day seemed to vanish.

"But isn't Yang Mingjun coming back tonight?" Tian Suohui teased the little duck in the bathtub.

Tian Suohui was also practicing cooking before. In order to exert all her abilities in this autumn selection competition, she practiced at Jixingliao until the night before she began to rest, so she just took a shower.

"But Yang Mingjun." Tian Suohui thought of Yang Ming during the preliminaries. At that time, Yang Ming's figure seemed to be deeply imprinted in her heart. Yang Mingjun gave her more confidence in cooking. , as if Yang Mingjun was helping her constantly.

"Will the food cooked for the person in my mind make those who eat it feel that feeling?" Tiansuohui thought thoughtfully.

"So, I am towards Yang Mingjun." Tian Suohui blushed, "Did I fall in love with Yang Mingjun?"

At this moment, the door of the bathroom was opened, and a person familiar to Tiansuohui appeared.

Yang Ming.

"Yang Mingjun." Tian Suohui's face was like a boiled shrimp, red and bright, and then shouted loudly.

"Xiaohui, I'm sorry." Yang Ming walked away, "I'll go back to my room first, and call me when you're done washing up."

While speaking, Yang Ming closed the door again.

"Yang Mingjun." Tian Suohui, who was blushing all over, squatted in the bathtub, his skin was red, and he looked extremely shy.

"I was seen by Yang Mingjun again." Tian Suohui muttered to himself, "However, Yang Mingjun's words are nothing."

Thinking of this, Tian Suohui showed a happy expression, "Mom, maybe, I have met someone I like. Really, he is very kind to me."

When he returned to his room, Yang Ming scratched his head. This was a very coincidental accident.

Generally speaking, at such a late hour, there would be no one else in the bathroom, because almost everyone went to rest, but I didn't expect Tiansuohui to take a shower today.

This is the second time this has happened.

The first time was when Yang Ming had just become a student of Yuanyue and came to Jixingliao.

"However, Xiaohui, does it seem to have grown a little?" Yang Ming smiled meaningfully.

Of course, if it is replaced by a senior person in this field, perhaps Yang Ming's hidden rippling emotion can be seen.

Of course, such emotions are only occasionally adjusted.

At this time, Yang Ming thought about the knockout round of the World Diamond Cooking Competition that Mr. Fujiwara Sorata had said about a month later.

"Competitions in the whole of Dongying." Yang Ming said softly, "So who are the people in Tokyo?"

"Sister Hyugako, Senior Sister Mujiu Zhiyuan Guo, if you hope to meet at that time, don't be too surprised." The corners of Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly.

In this match against the chefs in the entire Eastern Ying, Yang Ming's fighting spirit has never been higher. It is a very happy thing to fight against these familiar seniors, and even defeat them.

"And if it succeeds in the end." Yang Ming looked at the dark sky outside, "If it succeeds, Senior Dojima Gin, Senior Shiroichiro, Mr. Ishikawa, and more seniors, let me have a real photo with you. The big fight."

The passionate Yang Ming let out a sigh of relief, "It seems like I'm thinking too much. The main thing for me now is to pass the autumn selection competition."

"Ring Ling." At this moment, Yang Ming's cell phone on the table rang, Yang Ming looked over, and a familiar name came into view.

"Tasuohui."

"Xiaohui, I'm shy." Yang Ming laughed, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button, "Xiaohui, what's wrong."

"That, Yang Mingjun, I have already washed and returned to my room, so you can also take a bath." Tian Suohui said hurriedly, "and Yang Mingjun take a rest early."

Then.

"Beep." The voice sounded.

"This girl." Yang Ming shook his head, put the phone on the table, and stretched, "Let's go take a shower, and then continue to work hard."

In fact, Yang Ming really had to take a shower. After playing basketball in the afternoon, he sweated a lot...

another room.

Tian Suohui hurriedly hung up the phone, then threw it aside and lay on the bed.

"It feels so embarrassing." Tian Suohui covered her head with a quilt, "However, Xiaohui really seems to like Yang Mingjun..."

A soft murmur sounded faintly.

That night, Tian Suohui tossed and turned a little.

Time is like flowing water, flowing through the fingers, and every contestant who has passed the main competition in the autumn selection is also constantly working hard to increase their strength.

Even for ten days, the increase in strength will not be too obvious.

But if you work hard, your subconscious will give you the illusion of increasing your own strength.

Of course, Xingping Chuangzhen, Ye Shanliang and others are constantly working hard, and the strength of everyone is still rising steadily every day.

However, now Yang Ming's goal is not the autumn selection competition. Of course, it may be said that Yang Ming did not set his goal in the autumn selection.

For Yang Ming, winning the first place is a must.

this day.

The day before the first round of the fall selection competition.

"Yang Ming, you said someone would come to pick us up." Koping Chuangzhen said somewhat unexpectedly.

"Of course, this time, unlike the preliminaries, everyone was notified by email ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but the organizer personally informed and explained." Yang Ming smiled.

"That's it, that's good." Soma Kohei nodded, "I don't know, will I have a match with you?"

"Who knows, go find Xiaohui, the car should be arriving soon." Yang Ming said.

"it is good."

Then Yang Ming brought Xingping Chuangzhen to Tian Suohui's room.

Then, Yang Ming was stunned for a moment. .

"Have my kitchen knives been in order? I don't seem to have them."

"Did I put the timer in, yes."

Yang Ming saw Tian Suohui constantly sorting out the things in his hands. Tian Suohui was very nervous at the moment, and it seemed that he was going to have a game.

"Xiao Hui, today we are just going to listen to the instructions, not to go to the competition, we don't need to bring these tools." Yang Ming said helplessly.