The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

Menma felt very guilty when she saw him, and looked out the window at the gradually gloomy sky.

"Snapped!"

The crystal lanterns above the three people's heads lighted up at the right time, and the warm orange light softly spilled onto the street through the windows, complementing the street lights, making people unconsciously speed up their pace home.

Seeing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Menma stood up voluntarily and tried to change the subject:

"What ingredients are there at home? Let me cook today!"

"We don't have anything at home. Our daily ingredients will be prepared over there in the fog. Minato will pick them up when he gets home."

"Is that so? I'll come back as soon as I go!"

As soon as the last note fell, the place where Menma was sitting became empty, and the seat cushion was slowly rebounding.

After three breaths, the smell of extremely fresh seafood brushed the faces of the two ladies.

"Ah! There is actually a blue abalone! Every time Minato goes there, he says that Menma has taken it away!"

About five or six kinds of ingredients were floating in front of Menma. Kushina's eyes were bright, her index finger pointed at the four sea creatures with sapphire blue shells, and she exclaimed.

Menma scratched his head sheepishly,

"Next time definitely!"

"Wow, let's take a look! There are also white and tender octopus, lively tiger prawns, twitching fresh beef, crystal clear dragon whale meat..."

After Kushina finished announcing the names of the dishes in an emotional voice, Menma turned around and walked towards the semi-open kitchen. She followed him obediently and neatly posted the dried sea food on the chopping board.

Terumi meditated and wanted to get up to help, but was stopped by Kushina:

"Let's chat and let that Menma guy work!"

"But...usually it's me at home..." Terumi Mei said hesitantly.

Kushina smiled and revealed her secret:

"When his father was still in his mental space, he often cooked. Don't spoil him."

Terumi Mei spoke with a smile, stood up slightly, and glanced at the busy figures in the kitchen, her eyes full of tenderness.

Her thoughts have always been simple:

Whether Menma knows it or not, she will provide him with the most caring life.

Menma, who was preparing the ingredients, sensed the conversation between the two most important women in his life, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

He stood half a meter away from the table, with his left hand behind his back, his right hand raised, and his fingers spread out and waving in the air, quite like a conductor.

"Wow~"

A strong, clear stream of water appeared out of thin air, washing all the ingredients from head to toe, inside and out. In the process, some dirty parts were spit out by the octopus.

The abalone meat and all the attachments on the shell are also cleaned, and the sapphire blue shell is as charming as the sea of ​​stars falling to the ground.

The "body fragrance" of sea food is also removed by the water flow, and the fishy smell is gone in the air, leaving a faint lemon-like aroma floating in the air.

Menma raised his chin slightly, his eyes were half-opened, and his nostrils slightly opened to both sides. A smell of lemon essence that he liked penetrated into the nasal cavity and reached the cerebral cortex.

His slender fingers started to command again, and several tiny wind blades jumped between the white and red flesh.

"Shh, shh, shh!"

The round octopus was cut into small pieces, wrapped in the wind, its internal organs and eyes were balled up, and it was placed hollowly into the basket and hit the garbage basket perfectly.

With the help of the wind, the shell of the blue abalone is separated, and the white and tender meat is cut with two crossed knives.

As if unwilling to be cooked on the chopping board, the snow-white tiger shrimp was still jumping around, but it was a pity that the strong wind kept it firmly pressed to the chopping board.

Cut open the shrimp shell and meet each other sincerely...

When the wind blade approached, the tiger shrimp's tail spread outwards, but this scene of begging for mercy seemed particularly provocative to Menma.

"puff!"

The slightly curved back was neatly opened by the wind blade, and the black and slender shrimp line flew out completely, and was swept into the same place by the wind.

Next, the beef is cut into three-dimensional square pieces according to the beautiful snowflake pattern.

The same goes for dragon whale meat, neatly stacked in a deep plate filled with ice cubes.

“Garlic and millet pepper are the soul of seafood!”

Menma happily dug out the souls such as peppers, onions, onions, ginger, and garlic. Under the guidance of the wind blade, the lumps and foam were neat.

Except for the thumb, the other four fingers were raised at the same time, and four flames as big as the blue abalone floated out. The four palm-sized blue abalones fell obediently on top of the four flames one by one, waiting. A transformation that comes back to life again and again.

"Zizi~"

The juice of the blue abalone was forced out by the high temperature, and tiny white bubbles emerged and struggled at the edge of the meat.

Seeing that the meat has turned white, the face is numb and the thumb is slightly hooked. The soul seasoning prepared on the side flies to the top of the abalone meat, and is decorated with yellow and red, and red and green.

Take advantage of the situation and pour a little of the extremely delicious black sauce on each one.

That's delicious!

"Ta~puff!"

The stove was set on fire, and a circle of outward-expanding blue flames quickly appeared, licking the polished bottom of the pot. Menma had no intention of letting the iron pot retire.

He still stood where he was, and Feng picked up the oil pot for him. The spout was slightly tilted, and the crystal yellow liquid flowed out smoothly, drawing a connected circle on the black bottom of the pot.

When the oil temperature rises and before it starts to smoke, a mixture of red and white onions and rice peppers are rolled into the pot at the same time, causing a "sizzling" sound.

Logically speaking, this should be the time for the spatula to be turned, but it was still hanging alone on the wall. The ingredients in the pot are saturated with oil and water. Under the control of the wind, they jump up and then fall back into the pot, forming a beautiful red and white arc.

The chunks of beef on the chopping board flew into the pot at the right time, and cumin and other seasonings were added in, creating a tangy aroma.

"Hmm~ The aroma of cumin!" Mei Terumi, who was sitting in the living room, smelled the smell and shouted,

"Master!"

Kushina listened to the two singing and singing, and infinite happiness surged in her heart, thinking of the days when she and Minato were newly married...

"Ming Jiang, you are so lucky.

"Let me tell you, men should be allowed to do more. In fact, they do a great job!"

Terumi Mei responded with a gentle smile. Perhaps it was due to their personalities. Terumi Mei, who was mainly gentle and considerate, still believed in her heart that she should do these trivial matters in life, while Menma was responsible for resting.

......

While the two were talking, the source of the fragrance had changed its scene.

Menma's hand pointed at a blue and white porcelain plate lying flat, and an ice sculpture made of broken ice naturally appeared on the plate.

It is like a frozen picture of a swimming fish jumping out of the water, crystal clear and lifelike.

The snow-white tiger prawns stand upright and inserted into the ice. At first glance, they look like they are jumping out of the water.

The thin, translucent and tender dragon whale meat is the finishing touch of this dish. They are placed one next to another, tightly covering the ice fish jumping out of the ice, making the overall picture more vivid. image.

"Swish!"

The wind blade cut two moderately thick slices of lemon, placed them on the edge of the blue and white porcelain plate, and garnished with a few mint leaves.

Homemade Menma - "Swimming Fish Jumping Over the Ice" sashimi completed!

"Puff ~"

The rice cooker was unwilling to be left alone at this time, emitting a ball of hot and humid steam, mixed with the sweet aroma of rice.

At this time, the sound of conversation in the hall reached Menma’s ears:

"Did Menma come today? It smells so good. Is he cooking?"