Naruto: Big Foodie

The old man closed his eyes slightly, full of memories, with a proud smile on his face, raised his head slightly, raised his long beard, and said, "The old man's name is Qianshou Tongjian, and the patriarch is naturally His Majesty."

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At the other table, Miyamoto Musashi was so frightened that he loosened his hand and the chopsticks fell to the ground.

Miyamoto Musashi asked with a trembling voice, "Master, is what you said true?"

I don't blame Miyamoto Musashi for losing his color, it's really Senju Hashirama, but he's a legend in the village.

It is precisely because Qianshou Hashirama was born, turned the tide, and joined forces with Madara Uchiha, who lived and lived in the endless Warring States, and opened up a fairyland on earth, which is the current Konoha Village.

From a very young age, Miyamoto Musashi grew up listening to the story of this great man, how could he not be surprised?

Old Man Tong Jian widened his eyes and glared, "How could this old man lie!"

"Back then, the old man saw with his own eyes that the patriarch was full of heroism and vigour, and in his hands, countless powerful enemies were instantly annihilated."

"Although decades have passed, every time I think about it, my blood is still boiling!"

Miyamoto Musashi was attracted by the words of the old man, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind. In front of thousands of troops, one generation is facing each other alone. With only one punch and one kick, the world is shaken, the sound is shocking, and the power is powerful. Amazing!

Miyamoto Musashi said in a chant-like tone: "A man of the ages, the hero of the first generation, Lord Hashima!"

When Old Man Tongjian heard the praise of the patriarch, his heart blossomed, the wrinkles on his face relaxed like chrysanthemums in full bloom, and he said happily, "Youngsheng, you have a good eye, you have a great appetite for this old man, and you will eat it today, old man. dinner!"

Miyamoto Musashi was immediately panicked, he waved his hand desperately, and said, "How dare I ask you to invite me? It's me who invites me."

Having said that, he covered his wallet distressedly, and secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, I just did a mission not long ago, otherwise I would be embarrassed today."

After some mutual excuses, Miyamoto Musashi finally came to treat the guest.

Being invited to dinner, any person will feel comfortable.

After the old man Tongjian was happy, he hesitated for a while. He couldn't help being curious. He picked up the chopsticks and asked Yang Ming, "Boss, can you tell me the origin of these chopsticks?"

"Oh?" Yang Ming raised his brows, "What's so strange about this?"

What's so strange about this?

Strangely big!

The old man Tong Jian roared in his heart, but then he thought, this boss is so self-willed, maybe this precious and unusual chopsticks are just ordinary chopsticks?

So, holding seven points of anger and three points of anger, Uncle Tongjian said, "Boss, did you know that Mr. Hasuma used this kind of chopsticks to eat back then?"

"What's the matter, isn't it for eating?"

Yang Ming was fine if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, he couldn't say anything, and the old man Tong Jian was shaken by the shock.

The old man Tongjian looked at Yang Ming with the look of a prodigal son, and said, "Boss, do you know that the raw materials for making this kind of chopsticks have long since disappeared, and the remaining chopsticks of this kind are mostly famous people and nobles. It’s a collectible, and it’s still the kind that has no market price!”

"Okay, I get it now."

Yang Ming said calmly.

But in his heart, Yang Ming went crazy and asked the system in his heart, "System, are these chopsticks really that valuable?"

"Host, the chopsticks provided by this system are made of Lei pine wood, which has been extinct for two hundred years. It has a dull color and retains its charm. If it is converted into currency, it is probably worth about one million."

The system said solemnly and earnestly.

"Fuck!" Yang Ming felt a pain in his heart for no reason, and said, "System, can I sell it?"

"cannot!"

In a word, the effect is unraveling, and Yang Ming feels very distressed.

I think he worked so hard to open the store, and he didn't even see ten thousand yuan.

But now, I usually use millions of chopsticks, not just one pair!

This kind of feeling is like buying a house and a car with great difficulty, marrying a wife and going home, only to suddenly find out that the other party is a ladyboy from Thailand.

It's really... congratulations, congratulations!

And when he saw Yang Ming's calm expression, as if the sky was falling and his face remained calm, the old man Tong Jian couldn't help but sighed: "Boss, you really have the style of a patriarch, admire, admire!"

As for Miyamoto Musashi at the other table, his face was full of fear.

He didn't expect that the chopsticks he used to have such a great background.

Just now, why was he here?

Let the chopsticks fall to the ground!

Before, he didn't take it seriously, he just wiped it with his clothes casually.

But now it's different. Miyamoto Musashi carefully checked the chopsticks with a pilgrimage mentality, worried that he wouldn't squeak.

Not to mention that his salary is not enough to compensate, just using this kind of chopsticks, even a big man like Senju Hashirama has already made Miyamoto Musashi feel guilty in his heart.

"I'm so stupid, really!"

"Obviously know that the boss is a reclusive master, and even the ramen he makes casually has good fortune, and the tableware provided by the small shop, where is the difference?"

Thinking so, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Miyamoto Musashi was trembling when he ate the noodles.

Even looking at the bowl of ramen, his eyes were different, for fear that he would accidentally break the bowl of noodles because of his thick hands and feet.

The mentality changed, Miyamoto Musashi could not wait to finish the ramen quickly, then pay the bill and leave.

As a low-level sub-nin, facing such a gorgeous lineup, he felt extremely inferior, and he wished that a pair of wings would be attached to his back and leave quickly.

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at him and suddenly realized that Uncle Tongma was also in such a hurry, and immediately, a kind of intimacy of his kind came to his mind.

Soon, the two of them finished eating and left.

After they left, the store welcomed a rare wave of customers.

Far away, Yang Ming heard Naruto's loudspeaker: "Teacher Kakashi, this is what you said, don't go back on it!"

A slightly helpless voice sounded: "I know, Naruto, you don't know how many times you've said it along the way. The teacher said that if he invited you to dinner, he would definitely invite you!"

With the sound of footsteps approaching, four figures appeared in front of Yang Ming.

A picture of Naruto with a dignified face, Sasuke with a cold face, and Sakura as the background wall.

And, Mr. Kakashi with a good face and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes!

"Hey, big brother, is there a new dish?"

Naruto glanced at the menu, rolled his eyes, glanced at Kakashi, with a smug smile on his face.

"Brother, give me one of every item on the menu!"

"Okay, what about the others?"

Sasuke and Sakura don't care, they both imitate Naruto, and they have a copy of each.

When Kakashi saw the menu on the wall, a thought suddenly popped up in his heart: "What a beeping dog!"