Naruto: Big Foodie

Looking at the words he had written, Yang Ming nodded with satisfaction.

He took the note and was about to paste it outside the store, but the customers who had been waiting hard were not happy.

The uncle who inquired about Yile Restaurant was even more fiery. He walked up to Yang Ming and said, "Boss, hurry up and bring me a beef ramen!"

That tone, rushed to no bounds, as if someone else owed him one hundred thousand million.

Yang Ming gave him a cold look, raised his hand, and said, "I see, we will be closed tomorrow, including now."

The uncle rolled up his sleeves, raised his brows, and said with a displeased expression, "Hey, let me go, you boss, can you do business!"

Someone took the lead in making trouble, and other guests with purpose coaxed: "Well said, we waited so hard, why didn't we let us eat!"

"Haha!" Yang Ming snorted coldly and said, "If you want to eat, go to the opposite side!"

As soon as these words came out, the contradiction between the two sides was like an open crossbow, and it was about to explode.

Someone with ulterior motives said yin and yang strangely: "Could it be that the boss has a guilty conscience, you haven't improved the chakra food here at all!"

"Oh?"

Yang Ming looked at the noisy crowd in front of him with cold eyes, and his mind changed sharply.

I have only opened the store not long ago, and I haven't had a few customers here. How could so many people know about this?

Even if the guests who have come to eat spread the word, they probably won't come now.

For some reason, Yang Ming felt a strong sense of conspiracy.

Among these people, there are ordinary people and ninjas.

The uncle who took the lead in making trouble just now was a shinin. Judging from his appearance, he probably wanted to become a chunin and wanted to go crazy.

After all, Genin's salary is very low, so he can barely make ends meet.

At this time, the system was not willing to be lonely and jumped out.

"Congratulations to the host for triggering the hidden mission: guests with ulterior motives."

"Mission description: For those guests who ignore the taste of the food itself, they are challenging the dignity of the chef! As the future chef of Naruto World, use the food you cook to teach them to be human again!"

"Task reward: Shop decoration LV1."

Very good, no problem!

Yang Ming raised his brows and said to these people, "Are you sure you want to eat? Have you read the menu clearly? Don't tell me I cheated on you."

Seeing Yang Ming's tone softened, these people said, "We already knew it!"

Yang Ming nodded, and was surprised to find that almost all of these people came for beef ramen. Only one woman, who was pregnant and looked lonely, ordered ice cream.

Taking advantage of Yang Ming's busy work in the kitchen, someone said yin and yang, "The owner of this shop has a false name, so he is just a teenager, tsk tsk tsk, if the dishes are not so good later, I want him to look good!"

Others echoed: "Haha, pull me too when the time comes."

For a while, the two guests with ulterior motives looked at each other, and smiled heartily.

With these scumbags around, even those guests who originally tended to be neutral couldn't help being tested, and their stance began to waver.

Yang Ming naturally heard the conversations of those people outside and didn't care.

Because after renting this shop, it was automatically renovated by the system. Next to the kitchen, a very small toilet was carefully built with a water heater, providing Yang Ming a place to take a bath.

After all, the chef profession, especially in summer, is always sweating profusely, so Yang Ming usually keeps a few spare sets of clothes inside.

He asked himself on a harsh condition, first scrubbing his body, then changing into a spare set of neat clothes, and checking himself several times before going to cook.

For soldiers, it is their duty to obey orders.

For chefs, it is their duty to concentrate on cooking.

Although there was a lot of unfavorable remarks in the store, Yang Ming did not waver at all, and made ramen meticulously.

During the production process, strands of fragrance wafted out and lingered around the guests, making them move their index fingers.

A neutral guest took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly as if he were reciting a poem: "This fragrance should only be found in the sky, how can it be smelled many times in the world."

"Well said!" Another equally neutral guest applauded and said, "It's so apt, this fragrance is the first time I've ever smelled it in my life, and it's just like that. It's worth it!"

When the two of them said this, the atmosphere that was unfavorable to Yang Ming was immediately diluted.

Some of the guests who were just curious also calmed down and began to look forward to Yang Ming's beef ramen.

When the patience of the guests was worn down, Yang Ming brought out bowls of hot beef ramen.

The hot air is hovering over the ramen noodles, like a dream, and the mellow and rich aroma is fragrant, which is the most appealing to people's appetite.

When the uncle who took the lead in making trouble looked at the beef ramen in front of him, he felt 70% nervous and 30% excited.

The uncle's name is Miyamoto Musashi. This is the name of a bad street. Similarly, his life is also a bad street. He is just an ordinary ninja.

He has no background, no talent, and no money. After working hard for most of his life, he is still a forbearance.

Although the salary of a ninja is higher than that of a normal occupation, it also costs a lot.

Whether buying ninja gear or practicing ninjutsu, money is needed in every aspect.

Miyamoto Musashi has had a dream since he was a child to be the shadow of this country.

But the reality is so skinny, making his dream as fragile as a balloon.

However, he never gave up!

When he heard that Yang Ming's shop has delicious food that can increase the amount of chakra, Miyamoto Musashi came here with the attitude of a dead horse being a living horse doctor, regardless of whether it was true or not.

"God bless it, it must be done!"

Miyamoto Musashi picked up the chopsticks between his palms, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and prayed in his heart.

"I'm going to start!"

Suck, suck, suck!

He picked up a big mouthful of ramen noodles, along with two slices of beef, and swallowed it whole.

this taste...

good to eat! too delicious!

Where has Miyamoto Musashi ever eaten such a delicious meal, he choked on it by accident, slammed his chest a few times, and drank a few mouthfuls of noodle soup before recovering.

When the warm noodle soup carries the beef ramen into the stomach, the thin beef quickly disintegrates, turns into pure life energy, and spreads along the meridians.

With a sudden leap, Miyamoto Musashi stood up abruptly, tears already soaking his face silently.

And Miyamoto Musashi's performance was just one of the dozen or so people.

Some people actually knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and even shouted unintelligible words.

Faced with all this, Yang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, with no joy on his face, he only complained in his heart, "You stupid mortals!"