I, Junma Lu, want to live forever!

Chapter 82 Being a Chef Is Difficult Than a Ninja
Kimaro was walking alone on the streets of Konoha.

An hour ago, Yinyin Village had successfully checked into the hotel, and now it was their free time.

There are still three days until the Chunin exam.

Three days is enough time for Junmalu to check in the attractions here.

Looking at the abilities and items constantly appearing on the panel, Jun Ma Lu showed a satisfied smile.

"It was really worth the trip."

Just as Jun Ma Lu was thinking this way, he suddenly saw a signboard in front of him.

A happy ramen!
Hokage No. [-] Gourmet Restaurant, this place naturally has some check-in value.

Jun Malu walked to the door of Yile Ramen, stretched out his scissors, and smiled slightly.

"Congratulations to the tourists, you have successfully clocked in at the scenic spot, and you have won the same cooking skills as the little boss Liu Maoxing."

Jun Malu was a little taken aback, cooking skills?

What use is it to ninjas?

For ordinary people, the food can be improved.

"Forget it, since we're all here, let's go in and taste the No. [-] Hokage delicacy."

Junmaro pushed open the door and walked into Yile Ramen.

"Welcome, hey, the guests are not locals, rare customers, what do you want to eat?"

As soon as he entered the door, Jun Ma Lu was greeted by the gentle smiling face of the slapped uncle.

He was only a little surprised to see the Yinyin forehead guard on Junmalu's forehead, and soon returned to his smile.

“Signature Ramen.”

"Okay! One signature ramen! Please sit down, please wait a few minutes, it will be ready soon."

The uncle said hello, picked up the dough and started working.

The best noodles are always freshly pulled out.

The technique of hand-beating the uncle was very neat, and it didn't take long for a piece of dough to become ramen of uniform thickness in his hands.

This method contains the precipitation of years.

It's still early, Junma Lu is the first guest today.

After 1 minute of operation, the noodles were put into boiling water.

"Uncle's craftsmanship is really amazing. The technique of ramen just now has not been practiced for 30 years, so I can't practice it to this level."

"Oh? Expert."

Hearing Jun Malu's praise, he was a little surprised.

This can be seen just from his ramen technique, he is an absolute expert.

He started to learn how to make ramen at the age of 13, and now it is exactly 30 years old.

The boy in front of him looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, how can he see this?
Could he also know how to ramen?
"I don't dare to be an expert, but I can do billions of dollars myself."

"Hahaha, how about my little brother tasting my signature ramen."

While talking, he fished with his right hand, and put the just-cooked ramen into the noodle soup that had already been cooked.

Add side dishes and you have a bowl of signature ramen.

"Please enjoy."

Good looks, excellent!

Can stimulate people's appetite.

Aroma, tangy!
Can make people salivate involuntarily.

The color and aroma have satisfied two points, and the rest is the taste.

Eat noodles and drink soup first!
Junmaro picked up the spoon, scooped up the ramen soup, blew it lightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

The mouth is slightly hot, and the delicious taste swirls on the tip of the tongue, and then slides into the throat.

There was a warmth in my stomach immediately.

Refreshing!

One sip of soup reveals the deliciousness of pork bones to the fullest.

"Wonderful! What a bowl of thick pork bone soup. It's really rare to be able to cook pork bones to such an extent."

Jun Malu was not stingy with his praise.

"Break the pork bones to release the deliciousness of the pork bones. It takes a day and a night of cooking to be successful. Uncle is really a patient person.

Among them, ingredients such as wolfberry and red dates were added in order to cook, and finally all these ingredients were removed, leaving a bowl of white bone soup.There is a back-to-basics effect. "

Shocked.

This noodle soup is his exclusive recipe, unexpectedly, the white-haired boy in front of him drank the recipe in one sip.

Unbelievable.

But the surprises had only just begun.

"This char siu is even more delicious, one bite, it leaves a fragrance on the lips and teeth, and it complements the bone broth.

The seaweed slices are dry and crisp, with an unusual taste.

Finally, ramen.Strong and smooth.

The combination of these two is just perfect! "

Junmalu praised him here, and he had already swallowed a bowl of signature ramen, showing a satisfied smile.

"Hahaha, little brother is really not simple. Your tongue is a chef's treasure. It's really scary to be able to perfectly restore the ingredients and methods after just eating it once.

Are you really not a chef? "

The beating uncle had a suspicious look on his face.

Jun Malu was slightly taken aback, those words just blurted out like his instinct.

It seems that when he acquired Liu Maoxing's culinary skills, he also inherited his tongue that never forgets after eating and can reproduce cooking.

"No."

Jun Malu shook his head and laughed.

"Really? That's such a pity. Little brother, why don't you stop being a ninja and become a chef with me. With your tongue, I guarantee that you will become the best chef in the world for up to three years."

Speaking of this, he actually showed a look of anticipation.

"Sorry, uncle. I don't have this plan. And my current cooking skills should be enough."

"Enough? There is no limit to the world of cooking, how can there be enough days? Little brother, you are too naive. Being a chef is more difficult than being a ninja."

The slapped uncle looked serious.

Seeing this, Jun Malu was a little dumbfounded.

This hand fight is also a persistent person.

"Little brother, how about letting me taste your craft?"

Hearing what Shota said, Jun Malu was a little moved.

He had just acquired Liu Maoxing's cooking skills, and he wanted to try it too.

There are all kinds of materials here, and it is a good place to experiment.

"it is good."

Junma Lu agreed directly, and entered the kitchen unceremoniously.

what to do?
This is a ramen restaurant, and there is nothing more convenient than making noodles.

Three 10 minutes later.

"Uncle! Have a bowl of signature ramen! It's huge!"

Naruto ran in excitedly.

"Wow! It smells so good! Uncle, have you developed a new ramen yet? Then I don't want the signature ramen. Let me have a new ramen!"

"Hehe, Naruto, it's really time for you to come. There is indeed a new ramen in the store, but I didn't make it. Try it."

Shou Da came out from the back kitchen with a bowl of noodles, with an expression of incomparable emotion on his face.

"Smells delicious noodles, it's not uncle's handicraft? Is that Sister Changpu? Wow! (▽), delicious! Even better than uncle's previous ramen!"

Naruto took a few mouthfuls, and his face had already bottomed out.

Hearing the words with his hands, he looked even more lonely.

"Uncle, what's the name of this side?"

Naruto gulped down the last noodle soup and asked curiously.

"Catfish Noodles."

The person who spoke was not a handcuff, but Junma Lu who came out of the kitchen with a noodle bowl.

While eating the noodles he made, he said that there was no delay at all.

Obviously also captured by delicious food.

"Kimaro! Why are you here?"

Naruto was shocked.

　The hospital diagnosed gallbladder stones, and went through the hospitalization procedures until three o'clock in the morning yesterday.

　　I won't talk about a bunch of speechless things in the middle.

　　Now I am hospitalized and told that surgery is not allowed during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I have to wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival to make arrangements.

　　I haven't eaten much in the past two days, and the doctor also told me to fast. I don't know if I should fast until the operation begins.

　　Alas, in a word, miserable.

　　Today, the water has been hung at two o'clock in the afternoon until now, and it is not over yet.

　　This chapter is written to the limit.

　　This is likely to be the case for the next few days.

　　If you can write, you will try your best to write, but if you can’t, there is really no way.I am so sorry.

　　When the illness is cured, all will be made up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)