Konoha God of Cookery

After the two had had enough wine and food, Mad Dog took out a toothpick and started picking his teeth.

"Okay, now that you've eaten and drank, you can now tell me why you want to bring the God of Cookery into our intelligence department."

"The reason is simple, it's because of this."

The giant python picked up a piece of white paper and waved it in front of the mad dog.

"Isn't this the blank paper that little girl gave us to vote for?"

"Yes, this is it."

Mad Dog scratched his head.

"I'm so confused by you. What does this blank piece of voting paper have to do with your intention to bring the God of Cookery into our intelligence department?"

The python smiled slightly, picked up a pen and wrote a big word sweet on his ballot.

"Look at this piece of paper, it looks like an ordinary ballot at first glance, but after I wrote this sweet word, it became a piece of information telling others about my taste, and this information was written by me myself. The authenticity is absolutely guaranteed. At this point, the python pointed in the direction of the window again, "Look over there. "

Mad Dog looked back, just in time to see an ANBU put the ballot in his hand into the ballot box.

"Isn't it just an ordinary ballot box over there? What's wrong?"

The giant python shook his head at the mad dog, "In my opinion, that is no ordinary ticket box. In it, there is information about the taste preferences of all the people who came here to have breakfast today. Although it is not specific to the ANBU, it is already It's enough to calculate whether the ANBU who came to have breakfast today prefer sweet food or salty food."

After the giant python finished what he said, Mad Dog looked at him without saying a word. It was not until the giant python was exposed that Mad Dog said angrily: "Isn't this nonsense you said? People do this. Isn’t that what you need to know to vote? You are still acting so serious. I thought you could give me some real insights. That’s all.”

"Don't be impatient. Let me ask you a question first. What is the purpose of the God of Cookery who initiated this vote?"

"Isn't the purpose just to determine which of his newly launched breakfasts is more popular, and then supply this flavor of breakfast for a long time?"

"That's right." The python pointed at the ballot in his hand and said: "Although this method seems simple. But he used this simplest method to collect the most and most authentic intelligence to deal with His next plan, isn’t it very similar to the concept of our intelligence force? Isn’t it that our intelligence force should collect as much real and large amounts of intelligence as possible?”

"That's why you want to bring the God of Cookery in"

"Yes, I think this God of Cookery is very talented in gathering intelligence. If he can be recruited into our intelligence force, and after a period of training, he will definitely become the mainstay of our intelligence force." The python solemnly said said.

The mad dog looked at the giant python in front of him speechlessly. He really couldn't figure out how the giant python in front of him had a brain. If we follow his logic, wouldn't those who proposed voting become intelligence wizards?

In order to prevent his mind from being taken away by the colleague in front of him, Mad Dog decided that it would be better to separate from him early.

"Since this God of Cookery is the genius of the Intelligence Department that you like, then go and recruit him. I'll leave first if I have something else to do." After saying that, Mad Dog stood up and walked towards the outside of the cafeteria. go.

Halfway through, Mad Dog seemed to have remembered something and walked back again.

The giant python looked at the rabid dog walking back and asked, "Didn't you say there was something else? Why did you come back?"

Mad Dog picked up a piece of white paper on the table and wrote a big word "salty" on it.

"I almost forgot about this. The salty tofu pudding tastes quite good. I hope I can continue to eat it in the future."

Hearing this, the python made a disdainful sound and said, "Do you have any sense of taste? The sweet bean curd obviously tastes better."

"Really? But I still like salty food. I think salty food suits me better."

While the two were arguing, someone on the other side of the canteen also started arguing about it.

"Xiao, you must listen to me. Choose something sweet, it is sweet and delicious..."

"I don't think so. I've tasted both, and I think the salty one suits me."

"It's not too salty. Let me tell you, with my tongue that has tasted most of the Fire Nation, it will definitely be sweet and delicious."

"It's just because you like sweet food. It definitely doesn't mean that sweet food tastes better. Ying, your judgment is too self-centered."

"you......."

The argument between the two immediately attracted the attention of other ANBU in the cafeteria, and several ANBU joined the conversation.

"That's right. This brother named Xiao is right. I also think it's salty and delicious."

"Oh, really? I support this girl named Ying. I also think the sweetness is delicious."

"Will you eat it? It's obviously sweet."

"I don't know how to eat. I think there's something wrong with your sense of taste. You'd better go to the medical unit as soon as possible..."

At first, several people were still arguing, but gradually it turned into a quarrel, and the quarrel became louder and louder. As the sound got louder, other Anbu in the restaurant began to discuss the question "Which one is better, sweet or salty?" These discussions quickly turned into arguments.

At this time, Zhang Yue, who was staying in the kitchen, heard the noise outside and said to Yan next to him: "It seems that you and the others have done a good job. Now the time has come, it's Yan's turn to take action. ."

Yan gave Zhang Yue a thumbs up, "Captain, just look at me."

I saw Yan left the kitchen and came to the display window of the canteen. He took a deep breath and shouted: "Stop making noises."

The sudden shout immediately interrupted the quarrel in the cafeteria, and also attracted everyone's attention to Yan.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Yan Yan puffed up his chest and said: "This is the canteen. This place is for you to eat, not for you to quarrel?"

Maybe it was because Jian Yan was a little young, Jian Yan reprimanded himself and others, and someone suddenly said unconvinced: "Who are you? Do you care about our affairs? We are willing to quarrel here, do you care about it?" "

Seeing someone coming forward, several other Anbu also agreed: "Yes, we are willing to quarrel here. If it's bothering you, get out of the way."

Just when several Anbu were rude to Salt, a man walked out of the kitchen.

"If he can't control you, then I can't."

"You're... um again, Master Xixue, I'm sorry."