Naruto: Big Foodie

It was Yang Ming's turn.

He twisted his neck, rolled up his sleeves, and filled the firewood into the eyes of the stove.

His movements are very unfamiliar, obviously inexperienced.

Anyone who has burned firewood knows that it is not advisable to throw too large or too small wood into the stove eye, because too large wood is not easy to burn, and too small is easy to be burned into ashes, which will affect the temperature of cooking.

Dishes fried in this way are either easily burnt or half-cooked.

Fortunately, Yang Ming had a system reminder and changed a pile of firewood of a moderate size.

Afterwards, fire the fire and heat the pot, the same process as Uncle Yile.

But looking at Yang Ming's novice appearance, almost everyone was disappointed.

In a corner of the auditorium, a couple whispered earnestly.

"What, even a chef of this level dares to shout?"

"No, I'm angry when I think of his indomitable appearance just now!"

Miyamoto Musashi was sitting next to them, and when he heard their yin and yang tone, he felt a sigh of relief in his heart, and he couldn't breathe out unpleasantly.

"You two, shut up for me!"

"Who are you, you!" The woman in the couple with thin lips gave Miyamoto Musashi an upset look, "I'll tell you what's wrong, come and bite me if you can!"

Her partner looked up and down Miyamoto Musashi's outfit, with a look of contempt, "Uncle, do you know what cooking is? Haha, I'm afraid you don't even have a place to cook."

After the two of them sang together like this, Miyamoto Musashi, an honest man, was instantly flushed with anger and said bitterly, "Just keep your eyes open and watch Boss Yang Ming win the game!"

"Haha." The man shrugged with a look of disgust, hugged his girlfriend to chat, and stopped paying attention to Miyamoto Musashi.

the other side.

Qianshou Tongjian's grandson hangs around his neck, and a choking voice sounded: "Grandpa, I have a question for you."

Uncle Tongjian didn't have the usual arrogant look, his face was peaceful, he touched his grandson's little head, and said with a smile: "Okay, you've grown up, and you actually know that you can be a grandfather."

"Of course, it doesn't matter who I am?"

After being praised by his grandfather, the little grandson raised his head high, with a look of Long Aotian: "Grandpa, guess, will that big brother win?"

"Well..." Uncle Tongjian, with his long white beard, said, "I won't tell you if I know it."

"Humph!" The little grandson turned his head awkwardly, "Grandpa definitely didn't know that he said that!"

"Yes, yes, it's my grandfather's fault." Uncle Tongjian gave me a look of fear, and he immediately coaxed the little grandson into a wide-eyed smile.

During the busy period, Uncle Tongjian turned his gaze to Yang Ming, his eyes filled with worry.

He really likes this young man's cooking.

Yang Ming's dishes made him, an old man in Konoha Village, feel a little bit of the feeling of when the village was founded.

The same warmth, the same tranquility.

But now, the situation is very unfavorable for Yang Ming.

Can he win?

Countless people were looking forward to it, and with the mentality of watching Yang Ming's jokes, they pointed at Yang Ming on the screen.

It seems like this, they can transform into Yang Ming and compete with Uncle Yile on the same stage.

Under the watchful eyes of all, and in the eyes full of malice, Yang Ming is calm and unhurried, like flowing water, showing the style of a generation of masters.

Soon, a plate of egg fried rice is ready.

Yang Ming personally brought the plate to the third generation.

For the first time, he saw the three generations so closely.

The third generation is already old, and the wrinkles on his face are like knife cuts, leaving deep marks, and age spots have also climbed up his face. If he changed it to someone who didn't know it, he thought he was an ordinary old man.

And what makes Sandaimu different from others is his eyes.

Deep and dark, like a black hole, it can **** everything in the world into it.

When Yang Ming and the third generation looked at each other, he only felt that he had taken off his clothes and had no secrets to hide.

Phew!

Yang Ming took a deep breath, barely recovered from the sluggishness, and placed the plate on the third generation table.

"Lord Hokage, please take it slow."

"Thanks a lot."

Like Uncle Yile, Sandaimu glanced at Yang Ming with grateful eyes, and then looked at Yang Ming's egg fried rice.

Compared with Uncle Yile's egg fried rice, Yang Ming's egg fried rice has no fragrance at all, as if it had never appeared before.

On the white plate, the hill-like egg fried rice is very beautiful. Each grain of rice is plump and plump, cast like gold, exuding a faint golden color.

Under the light, this egg fried rice seems to be glowing!

Three generations of eyes looked at it for a long time, and a question came to mind.

"Where did the eggs go?"

That's right, in Yang Ming's egg fried rice, Sandaimu didn't see even a little egg!

But he clearly saw that Yang Ming laid four eggs!

With such a hint of curiosity, Sandaime picked up the spoon and cut a corner from the edge.

Sandaimu didn't remember to eat, but put it under his nose first.

After taking a sniff, I still couldn't smell any scent.

The third generation glanced at Yang Ming suspiciously, "Could it be that the other party just has a false name?"

But looking at the rice in the spoon, UU reads www. uukanshu.com is like gold under a big wave, exuding a charming brilliance, and the three generations swallowed the doubts that came to their mouths.

Why do you think so much, let's eat it!

Swallow...

Like a wheel rolling forward, under the chewing of the three generations, grains of rice were crushed and crushed instantly.

"This is…"

San Daimu suddenly widened his eyes and couldn't believe it.

On the side, Uncle Yile nervously walked up and said, "Lord Hokage, isn't it too bad to eat?"

"Do not…"

Sandaimu shook his head and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing about the taste just now.

He once ate the most expensive food in the world, and also tasted weird dark food.

But in life, all three generations only like the dishes cooked by one person.

And when the egg fried rice entered the mouth, the fragrance contained in it exploded in an instant, as if a grenade had been stuffed into his mouth, and the whole tongue was suddenly occupied by the fragrance.

That's the smell of eggs!

It turned out that the egg fried rice did not release its fragrance, because all the fragrance was accumulated into each grain of rice!

When the fragrance burst out, Sandaimu seemed to see a rooster in front of him, raised his neck high, and let out a crowing "cluck!"

The third generation looked at Yang Ming with a complicated expression, and said, "I would take the liberty to ask, why are you able to make this kind of egg fried rice?"

Originally, the third generation thought that Yang Ming would not reveal this kind of cooking secret.

Who knows, Yang Ming just said calmly: "If you cook with your heart, you will be able to make happy dishes."

This is like asking a scumbag why the academic grades are so good, and the academician replied: "It's enough to study hard."

Sure enough, invisible coercion is the most deadly!