In the days of Naruto Live

Chapter 408 is my death
The third generation glanced at Uncle Le gratefully, then picked up the spoon and planed a corner from the plate.

Swallow it in one bite.

The eyes of the three generations are slightly closed, full of chewing, and they taste the food cooked by a happy uncle with their hearts.

The three generations frowned, and sometimes opened it wide, which also surprised the nervous Uncle Le, who felt that this short wait was like a long war of separation, and he felt a wave of anxiety in his heart.

Well, the fried rice is not burnt, and the eggs are broken but not rotten. It can be said that after frying a word, you can achieve the integration of the realm and deeply understand the true meaning.

The third generation put down the spoon, as if they were still reminiscing, and spoke slowly in a long tone.

"Have fun, you make fried rice well."

This is the review of the third generation.

"Thank you, King of Naruto," Uncle Yi Le said excitedly.

This kind of excitement, like the heart of a dead scholar, made Uncle Yi Le finally find a gourmet who really understands his craft.

"But" the eyes of the three generations turned around, looked at Yu Zhibo and said, "A happy person, you can't take it lightly, there is a mysterious little friend there."

"Master Hokage, I don't think this is necessary!"

Uncle Yi Le looked at the three generations with confidence, and said: "He can cook such delicious dishes, it may be some mysterious ingredients. Now in this strange environment, I don't believe he can cook other things."

The "really" three generations seem unfathomable. "let us wait and see."

The resourceful he couldn't think of this, otherwise, as organizers and referees, why should the third generation work hard and make special provisions to cook with the ingredients provided by the village?

Everything but calculations.

And Yu Zhibo's culinary secrets are only part of the calculation.

The third generation also wondered if Yu Zhibo could really cook chakra food with any ingredients.

If that's the case, it's impossible to say that the third generation will eventually have to come to the Hokage building in person to closely monitor and squeeze out all his culinary secrets.

Don't underestimate the shadow of any village, especially the shadow of the five major countries, their festival exercises, sometimes really like that, if you want to break it, you can break it.

In those days, the first generation of Hokage Megatron knew everything about the entire Hokage world, and the entire Konoha.

But what about now?
Under the deliberate guidance of the goal of the third generation, the current Konoha villagers only know that the third generation is the strongest Hokage in history, and forget those who were once powerful in the early and second generations in the world.

It's Yu Zhibo's turn.

He twisted his neck, rolled up his sleeves, and filled the stove with firewood.

His movements were rusty, clearly inexperienced.

Those who have burned firewood know that firewood that is too large or too small should not be thrown into the eyes of the stove, because wood that is too large will not burn easily, and wood that is too small will easily burn to ashes, which will affect the cooking temperature.

This kind of fried food is either easy to burn or half cooked.

Fortunately, Yu Zhibo had a systematic reminder to replace a pile of medium-sized lumber.

Then, the process of ignition, hot pot, and Uncle Yi Le.

But looking at Yu Zhibo's eyes as a novice, almost everyone was disappointed.

In the corner of the audience, a couple whispered.

"What, do you dare to yell at a chef of this level?"

"No, I'll be mad when I think about what he looks like!"

Sitting next to them, Miyamoto Musashi didn't let out a breath when he heard their strange yin and yang tones.

"You two, shut up!"

"Who are you?" The woman with thin lips in the middle of the lover scratched Miyamoto Musashi's face with a very unpleasant expression. "I'll tell you what's wrong. If you have the ability, come and bite me!"

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

Miyamoto Musashi, an honest man, was so close to two people, he immediately said angrily: "Just open your eyes and watch the boss Yu Zhibo win the game!"

"Oh, yes, yes." The man shrugged, chatted with his girlfriend in his arms, and stopped taking care of Miyamoto Musashi.

the other side.

The grandson of Qianshou Tongfang hung around his neck, and a stammering voice sounded: "Grandpa, let me ask you a question."

The old man in Tongfang didn't look as arrogant as usual, his face was very calm, he touched his grandson's little head, and said with a smile: "Well, you have grown up too, and you know that Grandpa Kao is here."

"Sure, that doesn't look like me?"

Praised by his grandpa, the little grandson raised his head and looked like a dragon, Okuda said, "Grandpa, do you think the big brother will win?"

"Okay." The old man in the copper room helped White Beard, I didn't tell you that I knew what it looked like. "The sky can't tell," he said.

"Hmm!" The little grandson turned his head awkwardly. "Of course grandpa doesn't know how to say it!"

"Yes, grandpa was wrong." The old man in Tongfang saw that I was afraid, and immediately coaxed his little grandson to smile.

During the busy period, the old man with the same horn turned his gaze to Yu Zhiboyan, his eyes were full of worry.

He really likes the young man's cooking.

Yu Zhiboyan's food made him, the old man of Muye Village, feel the beginning of the village.

The same warmth, the same tranquility.

But now, this situation is very bad for Zhibo.

Can he win?

Countless people are looking forward to watching Yu Zhibo's joking mentality, pointing at the screen on Yu Zhibo.

It seemed that they could transform into Yu Zhi Boyan and compete with Uncle Yi Le on the same stage.

Under the eyes of everyone, Yu Zhibu was as leisurely as water with eyes full of viciousness, showing the elegant demeanor of a generation of masters.

Soon, a plate of egg fried rice will be ready.

Yu Zhibo personally brought this dish to the third generation.

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

The third generation is old, and the wrinkles on the face are carved like a knife, leaving deep marks. The old man climbed up his face, thinking that he was an ordinary old man.

It is in his eyes that make the eyes of these three generations different.

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

When Yu Zhibo looked at the third generation, he only felt that he had taken off his clothes, and there was no secret at all.

Wow!

Yu Zhiboyan took a deep breath, managed to regain his composure from the stagnation, and placed the plate on the third-generation table.

"Lord Hokage, please take your time."

"It's hard for you."

As for Uncle Yi Le, the three generations looked at Yu Zhiboyan with grateful eyes, and then looked at Yu Zhibo's fried rice with eggs.

Compared with Uncle Yi Le's egg fried rice, Yu Zhibang's egg fried rice has no fragrance at all, as if it has never been there.

On a white plate, the egg on the fried rice is like a hill, which looks good. Every grain of rice is plump, like cast gold, emitting a faint gold.

Under the light, this egg fried rice seems to sparkle!
The third generation looked at it for a long time and thought of a problem.

"Where are the eggs?"

Yes, in Yu Zhibo's fried rice, the third generation didn't even see a single egg!
But he clearly saw that Yu Zhibo had laid four eggs!

With such a hint of curiosity, the third generation picked up a spoon and planed a corner from the side.

The third generation doesn't remember to eat the food, but puts it under the nose first.

I can't believe I can't smell it at all.

The third generation looked at Yu Zhiboyan suspiciously. "It's hard to say, does the other party have a pseudonym?"

(End of this chapter)