I'm a cook in Hokage

Just by burning firewood, if you are not careful, your face will be blackened, and a cloud of powder will get into your eyes, making you unable to open your eyes.But these are really children's games for a happy uncle, and nothing like this will happen.

Whether it's putting firewood under the stove's eyes or burning firewood in a hot pot, the happy uncle's movements are like running water and very smooth, giving people a pleasant enjoyment without seeming to be doing low-level things.Like...dancing.Yes, just like dancing, every move of Uncle Yile, if you separate them one by one, you will find that 1 minute more is too much and 1 minute less is too little.An Uncle Le actually eliminates all unnecessary actions, leaving only the most important parts.

Simple and convenient!This is one of the secrets that has made Uncle Yile famous for many years!I have been sharpening the sword for ten years, but I haven’t tried the frost blade yet!At this moment, Uncle Yile was like a sword that had been sharpened for many years.At this moment, he finally showed his sharpness!Hiss, snap.When the iron pot turned black and red, golden cooking oil and a few slices of chopped garlic were added, a strange sound immediately sounded under the pot, and then, a soft tremor opened.Uncle Le skillfully burned the oil and used a little oil on the surrounding iron pot to prevent it from sticking to the pot during cooking, and also to allow the cold oil to heat up quickly and become hot.

it's time!Uncle Yile picked up a pot of rice and poured it into the iron pot with a splash.In an instant, a flame rose over the rice and covered it.If it was a novice, he would definitely panic and put out the fire in the pot first.But Uncle Yile is different!He held the handle of the pot with his left hand and suddenly wanted to fry rice.When the waves hit the rocks, a white and tender grain of rice flew in the air, crossed a beautiful arc, like a sparrow's nest, and suddenly returned to the bottom of the pot.

At this time, as young people enter the society, their appearance will change. The round rice suddenly changes, dyed with a thin layer of golden yellow, and emits a brilliant light under the light, which is very beautiful.Each grain of rice is covered with a layer of cooking oil. Uncle Xingfu turns his palm and the two eggs come into contact, and the white inside the yolk flows out.In this process, Uncle Yile also did not waste any time and did not give the rice a chance to burn!While the spatula is flying, the rice is rolling, the eggs are melting, and the aroma is fragrant!

Soon, the rice was cooked, and an uncle poured the fried rice into a mountain on a white plate. The golden rice grains and finely chopped eggs were evenly mixed in, giving people a sense of equality.Finally, Uncle Le sprinkled the chopped green onions on top, and immediately, Uncle Le's egg fried rice was ready.

"I really want to eat Uncle Yile's egg fried rice." An audience member was watching on the big screen, staring at the screen, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, as if this could satisfy his wish. “My God, Uncle Yile is not only good at making ramen, but also making fried rice with eggs,” said a regular customer of Yile Restaurant, where he would eat Yile fried rice with eggs.When Uncle Yile brought a plate, he came to the third generation's destination.Looking from a distance, the eyes of three generations can smell a mixture of garlic and eggs, which is very strong and delicious.

"Unfortunately, that's not enough!" Midai said with a facial expression, in a secret way in his mind.For him, why hasn’t he eaten fried rice with eggs?Whether it is the feelings of the grassroots people, the enthusiastic villagers making egg fried rice, or the daimyo banquet dinner where an artistic chef cooks egg fried rice, it is not unheard of for three generations.

As the saying goes, in the past, there was no water, except Wushan, not clouds.He is the only one who knows the taste of fish and shrimp in the lake. "Hokage, please use it slowly." Uncle Le would serve the three current tables. Even he did not dare to act rashly in front of three generations of people and said softly. "Thank you for your hard work"

The third generation looked at an uncle with grateful eyes, then picked up a spoon and opened a corner from the plate.Swallowing it in one bite... Sandai closed his eyes slightly, chewed with fullness, and savored the delicious food cooked by his uncle.The eyes of the three generations were sometimes frowning, sometimes open, and the nervous Uncle Yile beside him was stunned. He felt that this short wait was like a long separation battle, and he felt anxious.

Well, the fried rice is hot but not burnt, and the eggs are broken but not broken. It can be said that the word "fried" is in a comprehensive state. With deep meaning, the third generation eyes put down the spoon, as if still aftertaste, and said it slowly in a long tone. "Yel, you did a great job with the fried rice," Sundame commented. "Thank you, Lord Huoying," Uncle Yiler said excitedly.This excitement, to die for as a friend, makes a happy uncle finally find a foodie who truly understands their craft.

"But..." The eyes of the three generations turned around and looked at Ouyang Ming: "Yile, don't underestimate it, there is a mysterious child." Mr. Huo Ying, I don't think it is necessary. Uncle Yile looked very sure. Looking through the eyes of three generations, the reason why he can make so-called delicious food is because he may have used some mysterious ingredients, but now, in this strange environment, I don’t believe he can make anything else.” Let's wait and see." The wily man did not think of this. Otherwise, as the organizer and judge, why would the eyes of three generations have to work, and it is also clearly stipulated that the food in the village should be used for cooking?

everything.It's all a ruse.Ouyang Ming's cooking secrets are only part of the calculation.The third generation also wonders if Yang Ming really has access to any ingredients that can be added to the chakra.If this was the case, he couldn't tell it, so the three generations of eyes had to end it personally, sending Ouyang Ming to the Hokage Tower for heavy surveillance, and squeezed out all his cooking secrets.

Don't look down on the shadow of any village, especially the shadow of the five major countries. Their integrity is sometimes like that and wants to be broken.Once upon a time, the original Hokage shocked the whole world, and the whole leaf knew everything.What should we do now?Under the guidance of the third generation, the villagers now only know that the third generation is the most powerful movie ever made, but have forgotten the first and second generations who once ruled the tolerant world.

He twisted his neck, rolled up his sleeves, and stuffed the wood into the hole in the stove.His movements were unfamiliar and he clearly lacked experience.Anyone who has burned firewood knows that you cannot throw firewood that is too big or too small into the stove pit, because firewood that is too big will not burn easily, and firewood that is too small will easily burn into ash, which will affect the cooking temperature.Food cooked this way will either burn easily or be undercooked.Fortunately, Ouyang Ming has a system that reminds him to replace a medium-sized pile of firewood.Then, the process of lighting the fire, hotpot, and Uncle Joey.

Almost everyone was disappointed to see Ouyang Ming look like a novice.In a corner of the auditorium, a couple was whispering. "Why, even such a chef, dares to shout?" "Yes, I get angry when I think of his arrogance!" Miyamoto Musashi sat next to them and heard their strange voices, I felt There was a hole in my heart that I couldn't get out of.

"Shut up, both of you!" "Who are you!" The thin-lipped woman in the couple shaved Miyamoto Musashi, "I'm telling you, bite me if you can!" Hers His partner looked up and down Miyamoto Musashi's clothes, with a look of disdain in his eyes, "Uncle, how much do you know about food? I'm afraid you don't even have a place to cook." Miyamoto Musashi, an honest man, turned red with anger. , said bitterly, "Open your eyes and see boss Ouyang Ming win the game!"

"Hahaha" the man shrugged with a disgusted expression and talked to your girlfriend, no longer Miyamoto Musashi.the other side. "Grandpa, let me ask you a question," said the voice of the man with a thousand hands around his neck.The old man's face was very calm, and he touched his little head, "Okay, okay, okay, you have grown up, and you know how to cope with your grandpa's exam." "Of course, who am I?" The little grandson raised his head. Praising his grandfather, he gave a long and arrogant look: "Grandpa, do you think the eldest brother will win?"

"Well..." The old copper man with a white beard said with an expression that said, "I know I won't tell you."

"Huh!" The little grandson turned around in embarrassment and said, "Grandpa must not know!" "Yes, yes, yes, it's wrong, grandpa." When the old man saw that I was scared, the little grandson immediately smiled.While he was busy, Old Man Tong glanced at Yang Ming, his eyes full of worry.He really likes this guy's work.

Ouyang Ming's dishes gave him a sense of his original feelings about the old people in Konoha Village.The same warmth, the same tranquility.But now, the situation is very unfavorable for Ouyang Ming.Can he win?Countless people were looking forward to it, pointing at Ou Yangming on the screen with the mentality of watching Ou Yangming joking.If so, they can become Yangming and compete with a musical uncle on the stage.

In full view of the public, in the eyes full of resentment, Yang Ming remained calm and composed, like running water, showing the demeanor of a great master.Soon, a plate of egg fried rice was ready.Ouyang Ming held the plate in front of the third generation.This was his first close look at three generations.The eyes of three generations have grown old, the wrinkles on their faces are like knives, leaving deep marks, and old spots have climbed up their faces. For those who don't know, they still think that they are ordinary old people.What makes the third generation's eyes special are his eyes.Deep and dark, like a black hole that sucks everything in.

When Ouyang Ming looked at each other, he felt as if he had taken off his clothes and had no secrets to hide.

oh!Ouyang Ming took a deep breath, just recovered from the gloom, and placed the plate on the table of three generations.Mr. Huo Ying, please use "thank you" slowly. As for Uncle Le, the eyes of three generations looked at Ouyang Ming with an expression of gratitude, and then looked at Ouyang Ming's egg fried rice.Compared with Uncle Yile's egg fried rice, Yang Ming's egg fried rice has no aroma at all, as if it has never appeared.The white dishes, such as the mountain of egg fried rice, look very nice, and every grain of rice is plump and shining like gold, exuding a faint golden color.

Under the light, this egg fried rice looks like it's under the light!After watching the three generations for a long time, I thought of a question. "Where are the eggs?" That's right, in Ouyang Ming's egg fried rice, Sandai's eyes didn't even see any eggs!But he clearly saw that Ouyang Ming laid four eggs!The third eye picked up the spoon curiously and scratched a corner on the edge.

The third generation's eyes did not remember to eat, but put it under the nose first.Smell it, there is still a bit of fragrance that I can’t detect.The third generation looked at Ouyang Ming suspiciously, "Is the other party really just a vain name?" He could look at the rice in the spoon, like golden waves under the sand, exuding a charming brilliance, and the third generation swallowed the question. Into the stomach.

Forget it.

Eat it!Swallow... As the wheel moves forward, under the chewing of three generations, a grain of rice is crushed in an instant. "This is..." Sandai's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.On the side, a music uncle walked up nervously and said: "Hokage-sama, isn't it delicious?"

"No..." The three generations shook their heads and closed their eyes slightly, as if they were reminiscing about what happened just now.He's eaten some of the most expensive food in the world, and some of the strangest dark dishes.But throughout their lives, three generations enjoyed just one person's cooking.And when the egg fried rice was imported, the fragrance inside exploded in an instant, like a grenade in his mouth, and the entire tongue was suddenly filled with fragrance.That's the smell of eggs!

It turns out that the reason why egg fried rice does not emit fragrance is because all the fragrance is accumulated on every grain of rice!When the smell burst out, the three generations seemed to see a rooster in front of him, suddenly raised his head and let out a "cluck" crow!The eyes of the three generations looked at Yang Mingfu and said: "I would like to ask, why can you make such egg fried rice?"

It turns out that three generations of people have been thinking that Ouyang Ming will not reveal this cooking secret.Who knows, Ouyang Ming just said very calmly: "Use your heart, you can make people cook happily." This is like an academic scumbag asking why academic excellence is so good, and the academic excellence replied: "Study with your heart." Sure enough, Invisible posers are the deadliest!