In Konoha, my ninja cat is invincible!

"The two root ninjas have been dealt with."

Shiraishi pointed in the direction of the restaurant and said: "I have asked Alice to make food for you. After eating, go and rest early. You have been working hard all night."

"Yes, sir."

Shiraishi came to the backyard.

Previously, Hirako Mako was training Uchiha Izumi, and in order to make it easier for Uchiha Sasuke to conduct kunai throwing training, a corner of the backyard was organized.

It is equivalent to a small training ground.

Ninjutsu training is available.

Shiraishi took out several shurikens.

"Fire escape, impatiens flower claws are red!"

The next moment, flames appeared out of thin air, wrapped around the shuriken thrown by Shiraishi, and shot towards the opposite target together with the shuriken.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Shuriken hits.

"Failed."

"Come again."

One day passed quickly.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Shiraishi finished training, took a shower, and changed his clothes.

"Alice, there's no need to prepare my dinner."

"Violet, come out with me."

Shiraishi took Violet and headed straight for the ramen shop.

"Shiraishi."

"Uncle Hand Beat, has the problem of Tempei been solved?"

Tate showed a smile.

"It's settled. Sit down quickly. I'll make you ramen with tempeh. It tastes much better than before. It can be used as a signature ramen."

"It was delicious."

Shiraishi sat down at the front desk.

"Then I have to look forward to it."

The hands were making ramen seriously with expressions on their faces, and Acorus was preparing the soup, toppings, and ramen all at the side, and the heat was rolling.

"alright."

Not long after, the hand-made ramen was delivered to Shiraishi.

Shiraishi picked up the chopsticks and stirred it slightly first.

Then he picked up the bowl, leaned forward, and took a sip of the soup.

Compared to last time, there has indeed been a big change.

Especially in terms of flavor.

"However, compared with the food made by Alice, it is still far behind."

Shiraishi had an idea.

"God's Tongue!"

An inexplicable force emerged on Shiraishi's tongue. Shiraishi picked up the ramen and put it into his mouth.

This time Shiraishi's feeling was completely different.

It's not like tasting.

Shiraishi felt as if his tongue had turned into a ruthless analysis machine.

It doesn't matter whether it tastes delicious or not.

The ramen in his mouth seemed to turn into a pattern.

There are many missing parts on the pattern, which is the shortcoming of this ramen.

For no reason, it appeared in Shiraishi's mind out of thin air.

One by one, listed clearly.

Shiraishi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is this the power of God's Tongue?"

"It's really amazing."

"I can point out the shortcomings of content that I don't understand at all."

"But this should be due to my God's Tongue ability. As for Erina, the prerequisite for clarifying those shortcomings is definitely to know how to cook."

"My God's Tongue is different from Erina's God's Tongue."

Teuchi looked at Shiraishi, slightly nervous.

"Shiraishi, how are you?"

"delicious."

It was only when he slapped his hands that he showed a smile.

"As long as it's delicious, I can feel that the way it is now, it's not the perfect ramen. It seems like there's something missing somewhere."

Shiraishi looked at Violet.

Violet nodded.

Shiraishi looked away, looked at Shou Da again, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Uncle Shou Da, if you want to give me advice, I really have one here."

"where?"

"This noodle soup has a prominent flavor and is very delicious, but I don't know if it's because of this that the noodles are a bit weak. Maybe you can improve it in this direction, uncle."

"Noodles..."

Shou Da thought about it, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"It seems to make sense. I'll try it again."

I quickly returned to the stove, thinking about how to improve the noodles, and then I found a method that might be suitable from my many experiences.

Start trying it now.

Kneading dough, ramen...

Soon, the hand-made ramen was ready again.

This time I made three bowls by hand.

Oneself, calamus, white stone, one bowl per person.

"Shiraishi, try it again."

Shiraishi nodded.

"God's Tongue!"

The improvement of hand-made noodles is effective. If the previous bowl of ramen had a pattern with many holes under the influence of God's Tongue, then this bowl now has a lot less holes.

"Shiraishi, how are you?"

"It tastes better."

He opened his hands and smiled heartily.

"This proves that my improvement is effective. Thanks to Shiraishi. If it weren't for your reminder, I don't know when I would realize this."

"Shiraishi, you really understand cooking!"

The numbers on the top of the head change rapidly.

【90, a person who loves cooking and has his own understanding of cooking. 】

A voice sounded in Bai Shi's mind.

[It has been detected that the favorability of the hand type has reached 90. Do you want to collect it? 】

"collection!"

[Collection successful, do you want to make a request? 】

"no."

Shiraishi did not use the power of God's Tongue again, but quickly finished both bowls of ramen.

"Uncle Hand Beat, Sister Calamus, I've finished eating."

As he spoke, he took out a few banknotes from his wallet and placed them on the front desk.

Tezuda saw it and said quickly: "Shiraishi, why are you still paying? Come to my place to eat noodles, how can I let you pay, and I have to thank you today."

"It's only reasonable to hit the uncle with your hands and pay for food."

"No, you're not here to eat. You're here to help me figure out the problem. You have to pay, and I should pay you. And this ramen is the recipe you brought out."

Hand beat forcefully pushed the money back into Shiraishi's hands.

"Okay, then I won't pay this time."

"You won't have to in the future, Shiraishi, come to the ramen shop and it will be free for life."

"Uncle Hand Beater, if you say this, I won't dare to come here again."

"Then just put it in the account and deduct it from the profit of this ramen."

He clapped his hands and pretended to be angry and said: "If this doesn't work, Shiraishi, you really don't regard me and Acorus as friends."

"All right."

Shiraishi could only agree.

The hand-beating expression softened.

"By the way, Shiraishi, please give this ramen a name. Next, I am going to put it on the shelves in the store. If it is put on the shelves, it needs a formal name."

"Senior Hand Beater, come and get it."

"No, this is the recipe you brought out."

Bai Shi thought for a while.

"Then let's call it three-person special ramen."

The original name of this dish is Seiichiro's special ramen, but there is no Seiichiro in this world, so Shiraishi simply replaced the three words Seiichiro.

Shou Da's eyes lit up slightly.

"Yes, yes, this is a good name. This ramen can be restored. The three of us have made a lot of efforts. It can be regarded as a witness to our restoration process."