Naruto: Big Foodie

This snow came and went quickly. When he went out, the blizzard that seemed to drown the whole city just now had disappeared.

Before and after passing through the door of this restaurant, Yang Ming's mood has changed greatly.

"Where should we go next?"

He lowered his head, his footsteps made a crunching sound on the snow, and he continued to walk on the street aimlessly. Because of the heavy snow, there were few pedestrians on the road, and most of the shops were closed.

Three days later, Mount Fuji.

The turning point of life often happens at the most unexpected moment.

Those strange clouds and twists and turns with lightning and thunder, although tit-for-tat, although the waves are violent, but they are often forgotten after three or two days. On the other hand, those small details were only trivial at the time, but if you savour them in the future, you will be able to discover another long-lasting situation.

The desolate whistling of the north wind was incessant, the withered and yellow grass stems were like broken flags, and there was no life in the boundless frost and white, and occasionally a few uninvited snowflakes like catkins fluttered on Yang Ming's face. A thin white mark was placed on his cool, dry skin, but he turned a deaf ear. He stood there and counted the past that had slipped through the gaps between his fingers, not even realizing that his fingers were numb from the cold.

"There's still... half a month."

Half a month seems like a magical spell. As long as he can win the Diamond Cooking Asian Championship in half a month, Yang Ming can truly become a master, that is, a world-class chef. This is just a sentence "after half a month", which can be understated. For them living in the story, it is countless sleepless days and nights and dawns.

Over the years, Yang Ming has been to many places, the wind-eroded ancient city, the ruins of quicksand, the noisy city with neon lights, and the quiet town of blue bricks and white tiles. He has walked through the desert and seen the ocean. Sometimes he is looking for something, sometimes he It is completely aimless, but this stop and go, but only here can make him feel at ease.

After all, there is a chef who is very well-known in the Eastern cuisine world.

Yang Ming didn't say a word, and looked forward in silence. The Subai Mountains meandered endlessly until they disappeared at a certain fold. He silently stared at the direction in his memory, as if he was exploring the deepest part of the darkness, the farthest part of the universe, his fists clenched unconsciously, and the road ahead was still covered with ice and snow.

The road ahead is long and dangerous. With Yang Ming's conditions at the moment, he can't go any further. He didn't mean to be brave. Somewhere in the breakpoint, and gradually forget the past in the breakpoint.

Whenever he thinks about these things, his focus is like the pebbles on the beach, bright and moist, soft and hard, and like a willow branch soaked in the spring water, so tough that it cannot even be shaken. the least bit.

"Going out to find food inspiration is trouble." Yang Ming muttered to himself. The leather shoes he was walking on lightly stepped on the snow, and the force exerted was not light or slow, just enough to be able to stand on the snow without sinking. If it is too deep, the white mist between the breaths melts into the vastness.

He walks a few times in this rugged ice and snow almost every year, not because of how beautiful the scenery of Mount Fuji is—in fact, the only thing he sees is the immutable whiteness of the snow, and he has no time to care about other things at all—but for the sake of being here. There are some marks on the way. On the way to Mount Fuji, he has calculated several times, which road should be cautiously approached on a steep and cloudy day, and which should be avoided when there is an occasional rockfall. Just like the most skilled and experienced tour guide, Yang Ming said this. Like many treasures.

What do you want? But I heard on the Internet that there is a very famous shop here. Come and have a look.

"Ahh-"

The icy cold wind has always been tireless. After a sneeze, Yang Ming unconsciously tightened his clothes, and at the same time lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his somewhat red nose. It's time to go down the mountain.

Just thinking of this, when he looked up, he was caught by a light yellow.

In this plain white snow field, birds and beasts are flying, and everything is dead, but there is such a small yellow flower that seems to have been forgotten by the **** of winter. on.

Yang Ming squatted down and looked down at this fragile and strong little creature. His lips were slightly dry due to the cold wind. There is nothing other than breath, and he couldn't help but smirk, mocking his own progress.

These are just ordinary wild flowers at the foot of the mountain. They often grow in unknown horns and nooks, or by the side of the road that few people pass by. They are often trampled into the mud head and tail. But as long as the root is still there, it will spring out of the ground again with vigor.

Yang Ming thought about it, this little flower was probably a seed hanging on his trouser leg, and he was swaying all the way to the foot of the mountain, and then fell into the narrow gap that he stepped on and sprouted ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No matter which one it is, the probability of occurrence is considered to be rock bottom, and it is a miracle to achieve it at the same time. But no matter how low the probability is, this flower is placed in front of him at this moment.

He looked at this little flower silently for a while, his hand stretched out from his sleeve, his slender fingers touched the petals lightly, watching the flower swaying swaying, his expression softened for the first time. A little smile.

"It's amazing, next year, I'll see you again." Yang Ming solemnly promised a flower, "We've agreed."

It is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, especially for those who climb the snow-capped mountains. In this huge Fuji Mountains, on this snow-capped glacier, if there is no marking and guidance, I am afraid that you will not be able to walk from dawn to dark, but However, Yang Ming was able to travel all the way without any obstacles, and he reached the foot of the mountain before the sky was pulled up.

At this time, it is not the peak tourist season of Mount Fuji. The town under the snow-capped mountain is desolate. Several scattered courtyard houses are crumbling, sparsely populated, and the trees are full of shadows. If you use it to shoot a horror movie, you will even save the scenery, but it will not scare you. Yang Ming, who comes out from time to time to find food inspiration, wanders around. He casually stared at the few lights on the street, thinking about whether to go to the hotel to make a bowl of instant noodles to spend the day, or to challenge his appetite at the small shop introduced on the Internet, inadvertently. but found what he was looking for.

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