I opened a restaurant in Konoha with a dog in front of the opening door

Put the noodles in the pot where the water has boiled and swirl them around with chopsticks.

Immediately, a rice-like aroma permeated the air, making everyone present obsessed.

About 3 or 4 minutes later, Li Xuancai fished it out into a white bowl, put some sesame oil chopped green onion, and then poured the noodle soup, a fresh fragrance came out instantly.

The stomachs of many viewers who came here early without having lunch began to growl.

Li Xuan personally brought the noodles to the third generation.

It was the first time for him to see the real third generation so close.

At this time, the third generation has already entered old age, the wrinkles on his face seem to be carved like a knife, leaving deep marks, and the age spots on his face are all over his face. If he didn't have that terrifying aura, he would have thought he was a Ordinary old people.

What caught Li Xuan's attention the most was his eyes, which were deep and dark, full of wisdom. Unfortunately, he was good at planning, but lacked energy. Could it be that this is a common problem for everyone entering old age?

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Li Xuan took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and placed the noodles in front of Hokage.

"Master Hokage, please use it slowly."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The third generation still said kindly, and then looked at the clear soup noodles in front of him.

The biggest difference between this noodle and the one made by Yile is that the noodle is thinner, as thin as his own silver hair. It looks good, but I don't know how it tastes.

Third generation picked up the chopsticks, picked up a pinch of noodles carefully and ate it.

"This taste..."

The third generation stared wide-eyed and said in disbelief.

Seeing this, Uncle Yile who was at the side hurried forward and asked, "Master Hokage, what's the matter with you, could it be that this side is not to your liking?"

"Do not……"

The third generation shook his head, said slowly, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was still reminiscing about the previous taste.

He has eaten the most expensive food in the world, and he has also eaten food that satisfies him very much.

But what he misses the most is still the bowl of noodles in clear soup made by his uncle.

As soon as the noodles entered the mouth, the flavor of the grain inside exploded in the mouth, and the brain was out of control.

A happy scene of a farmhouse appeared in front of my eyes.

The third generation looked at Li Xuan with complicated eyes, and asked, "Excuse me, how did you make clear soup noodles like this?"

Li Xuan said calmly: "Cook it with your heart, only when you put all your heart into it, can you make delicious food that makes people happy."

This is quite like a scumbag asking Xueba how to become as good as him, Xueba replied: "Just work hard."

Sure enough, invisible pretense is the most deadly.

However, the third generation seemed to agree, nodded slightly, and then continued to taste the delicious food in front of him.

After eating the noodles, distant memories reappeared in his mind.

At that time, when I was still a disciple of the second generation of Hokage, although I was not the most talented among the disciples, I was the hardest working.

As long as he has free time every day, he will go to training alone, with loneliness as his companion.

Originally, everything would continue like this.

But that day, he met an enthusiastic uncle.

"Little ghost, why are you cultivating here alone, do you want uncle to accompany you!"

The third generation glanced at him, and said arrogantly: "Whatever you want, as long as you don't affect me."

"You stinky brat, don't you know how to respect the elders?" the uncle said helplessly.

Every day after that, the two meet and train here.

Until one day, the third generation had a quarrel with his family due to a failure in an actual battle, and ran to the back mountain alone.

The sun gradually set, the sky became darker, and Sandaimu's stomach began to growl with hunger, just as he was about to return home.

A sound of grass caught his attention.

hateful!Suffering is everywhere, it seems that only ninjutsu can be used.

As the sound approached, the third generation began to panic, and this panic destroyed most of the previous seals.

Sandaimu was filled with fear, just as he was about to scream so loud that the village guards would notice.

A figure suddenly appeared beside him, holding a bowl of steaming clear noodle soup and said, "Little ghost, I said why you didn't come after waiting for so long this afternoon, so you are here."

It turned out that it was the uncle who had been training with me all afternoon, and the third generation's tears began to flow out as if they couldn't stop.

After the tears were shed, he ate the noodles in clear soup brought by his uncle while telling what happened today.

Finally, he returned home under the comfort of his uncle.

For some reason, he suddenly began to miss Uncle's clear soup noodles every day.

Afterwards, every afternoon when I was training with my uncle, I put forward what I wanted in my heart.

The uncle is also a cheerful person, promising to bring him a bowl of clear soup noodles every day.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and the war broke out.

The two were forced to separate and went to their respective war zones, and then the two secretly met in private, vowing to come back alive and continue the previous promise.

Two years later, the war ended, but the third generation never saw the uncle again, even though he used his own contacts and family power, after three months of arduous pursuit, he finally got the news that the uncle had fallen.

And the taste of that bowl of clear noodle soup also disappeared with the fall of the uncle, but today this taste was suddenly activated again.