I opened a restaurant in Konoha and revived Hatake Sakumo at the start

Chapter 93

"Um……"

Uchiha Madara snorted, closed his eyes and recalled the situation carefully.

Although on the surface it is a strong alliance, relying on each other to establish a stable and powerful ninja village.

But in fact, after he opened the eternal kaleidoscope Sharingan, he still couldn't beat Senju Hashirama.

The wooden figurine in Senshouzhujian slapped down, and could still rub his Susanoo on the ground.

He couldn't beat it, and no one in the Uchiha clan could beat it. If he kept fighting endlessly, the result might not be very good.

Quan Nai's death in battle had already made him feel heartbroken.

Just at this time, Senshou Zhujian expressed 120 points of sincerity to him, so he could only accept it.

But it certainly can't be explained to Quanna in this way.

Uchiha Madara said meaningfully:
"Hashirama's sincerity moved me, and he and I yearned for peace, so we agreed to build the most powerful ninja village in the Land of Fire together."

Uchiha Quanna lowered her eyebrows, thought for a long time, and then said in a slow tone:
"I understand. For so many generations of fighting with the Thousand Hands Clan, one day it will be necessary to draw a terminator, even if it is in the form of a handshake. In fact, when I think of the unmatched strength of the Thousand Hands Clan, I don't think so. Absolute confidence that the tribe can beat him."

Uchiha Quanna pressed his hand on the brow bone. In order to obtain the power of the kaleidoscope Sharingan, both he and Uchiha Madara forcibly injected deep hatred into themselves.

But after paying such a high price, it was still not enough to defeat Mu Dun in Qianshou Zhujian.

"So, is it my elder brother who brought me back to life? But, if 50 years have passed, you should be gray-haired by now."

Uchiha Madara shook his head lightly.

"I used to be gray-haired, old, and my hands were as dry as dried bark. I felt the passing of life and power bit by bit, until I slowly closed my eyes and greeted death. But some time ago, I was also like you It was also resurrected in a young state, and came here, a simple restaurant."

Uchiha Izuna looked around, the decoration here is simple and elegant, there are pictures of various foods he is not familiar with hanging on the wall, and there are all kinds of strange slogans.

Even the restaurant has big bookshelves.

"Then who is the owner here?"

Uchiha Madara thought for a moment.

After getting along for so long, he felt more and more that Uchiha Kiyoshi was lying to him by calling himself the god of death.

How can there be such an unscrupulous god, the most concerned thing every day is how to drive pornographically in the novel and still pass the trial.

But without this explanation, there is no more appropriate and understandable statement.

"It's Shinigami. His name in the world is Uchiha Kiyoshi. He looks like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. He seems to know many things about the past and the future. It's just about his temperament and style..."

Uchiha Madara said that this is not how to describe it.

"Uchiha?"

Uchiha Izuna whispered puzzledly, the information in his head was scattered like miscellaneous threads.

He understood everything Uchiha Madara said, but all of them strongly impacted his three views.

"Brother, it's really hard for me to understand these things."

"It's okay, just get used to it."

Uchiha Madara comforted softly, thinking that his reaction when he first came here was much more intense than yours.

Recalling the scene at that time, Uchiha Madara couldn't help but move his toes in embarrassment, trying to dig out a three-bedroom and one-living room.

He laughed so loudly then.

Thinking about it now is really unnecessary, who would have thought that after a few months, he would already be a skilled waiter.

Uchiha Madara sighed with a heavy heart, and deeply understood the phrase "life smoothes the edges and corners".

Now only the authentic hot pot base with fresh beef and mutton can comfort his wounded heart.

Uchiha Quanna asked curiously:

"Then this Shinigami... Where is Kiyoshi Uchiha now?"

Uchiha Madara pointed towards the curtain of the back kitchen.

"I'm cooking."

Uchiha Izumi opened her mouth wide in surprise.

"Cook?"

He sniffed his nose and caught the scent of cumin.

Uchiha Kiyoshi was in the back kitchen, working on the barbecue grill.

Some tenderloin, some leeks, some squid, some kidneys...

Senshoubanma prepares ingredients for hot pot.

Everyone in the restaurant eats a lot, so they will prepare more than one kind of food for every dinner.

Kiyoshi Uchiha was flipping the grill while chatting with Senjuban:

"Tobima, your old enemy Uchiha Izumi is here, what do you think?"

Senju Feima's face was calm, and he focused on matching the hot pot base and ingredients. At the same time, the condiments should also be prepared, and he didn't care much about Uchiha Kiyoshi's words.

"Come here, I will prepare an extra set of bowls and chopsticks, the dining table will be more lively, and there will be an extra labor in the restaurant. Strictly speaking, it is a good thing. It can even stabilize Ban's mood. What Ban is thinking about is his brother's. Death. Including the complaints against Hashirama and the hatred for me. This is all for this. Quanna's resurrection can probably break back a lot of his distorted thoughts. The only shortcoming is..."

Wash your hands between the thousand hands.

"After fighting the landlord, Madara will have a helper."

Uchiha Kiyoshi was silent for a few seconds after listening.

He didn't seem to have anything to add.

He said with emotion:

"Uncle Feijian, can you stop being so rational, I have nothing to say."

Senshou Paijian stopped what he was doing, thought for a while, then complied with Uchiha Kiyoshi's meaning, and said in a non-fluctuating tone like a stick reading:
"Oh, it's so uncomfortable. The enemy I tried so hard to kill was actually resurrected by you so easily. Even if you kill him again, you can still resurrect him again. Damn it! I have to work with him in the future. Eat at the same table. Just think about it for a moment, and you will be so angry that you can’t sleep at night.”

Qianshou Feijian paused for two seconds after finishing speaking, and asked lightly:
"Do you want this effect?"

"Nothing, when I didn't say it."

Uchiha Kiyoshi's face was gloomy, and he didn't want to chat with Senju Tobe no longer in a short time.

A quarter of an hour later, Uchiha Kiyoshi and Senju Tomona put everything on the table.

In addition to barbecue hot pot, all kinds of condiments are also available.

The table is steaming and fragrant.

Hairy tripe, duck intestines, rolled in a hot pot.

The hot water was bubbling and bubbling.

Uchiha Izuna looked at Senju Tobema directly opposite with vigilant eyes.

And Senshou Feijian focused on his newly born hairy belly, twisted his chopsticks and waited, not caring about Uchiha Izuna's hostility.

Uchiha Quanna gradually felt something was wrong, and asked himself:
"It's strange, why I sat at the dinner table so naturally and waited for the meal, and the one sitting opposite was still in Qianshoubeijian."

The rapid change in the atmosphere really caught him off guard.

He looked to his brother for an explanation.

Facing his younger brother's earnest eyes, Uchiha Madara smiled knowingly.

Pick up a small plate, use a small spoon to scoop up chopped chili, garlic and other condiments, mix them together, and say softly:
"I was too careless and forgot to tell you how to prepare the seasoning. You see, the sesame sauce is delicious, you can add a little more. Besides, fermented bean curd and so on are also very good."

"oh oh."

Under Uchiha Madara's greeting, Uchiha Quanna immediately leaned her head over.

Listening intently to Uchiha Madara's explanation, and curiously observing this novel form of food.

After half a minute, he suddenly reacted:
What I want to ask is not this!
(End of this chapter)