Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Shenwei took a spoonful of red bean rice and stuffed it into his mouth. Hey, it's so sweet.

There seems to be too much sugar, the red beans are still a bit hard, and the rice is completely soft and can be swallowed without chewing.

"This bowl of rice is far worse than what Hinata Asuka made. Madara, you are really not suitable for this kind of thing. Don't cook on a whim again. This is not suitable for you.

You feed this bowl to Quan Nai, and if you tell him you made it, he won't dislike it and will make sure to finish it. "

Hinata Asuka, Madara couldn't help but feel upset hearing this name now.

The bastard who reports good things but not bad things, did he actually make red bean rice for Kamui?

"How delicious is his cooking?"

"Maybe the red beans were boiled first and then the rice was added?" Kamui was not sure because he was not good at cooking. "The red beans and rice were cooked to the right degree, not hard or too soft, and the taste was good."

"Oh……"

Kamui threw down the spoon and waved his hand, "I'm not very interested in this thing. Why, you all like to eat red beans and rice?"

Madara opened his mouth to ask something, but in the end he held it back.

He turned his face to one side and muttered, "No one is the same as him, but he and I are different and have different preferences."

Kamui narrowed his eyes, why did he feel that Madara looked weird today?

"Look at how petty you are, how will you coax girls like this in the future? Yes, you really don't seem to be very good at doing this. You can even scare people by helping a child who has fallen.

I'm telling you, you're like this because you always have a straight face and don't seem to be approachable. However, learning to cook should be very popular with girls. In the world I lived in... "

Shenwei almost slipped his tongue, but he smiled awkwardly, "I mean, in my opinion, boys who can help with cooking and housework are very popular. This is a bonus for you. But, in the future, if you do Don't give me the food, go and give it to Quan Nai. The child is young and will grow up if he doesn't bully him."

"..." Madara's face turned gloomier than before.

"How about management? She is beautiful and gentle, and she will probably have a kaleidoscope in the future."

"do not like."

"What about Kayo? I remember she had that kind of interest in you."

His expression was even more horrifying than before, "I don't feel anything."

"Otherwise, let's go with that one. What's your name? Is that lively and interesting girl called Chi Yan?"

His face was stern, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he stared at Kamui displeasedly. Kamui didn't notice anything was wrong at all. He held his temple with one hand and was minding his own business with those unmarried girls of the right age in Uchiha.

Uchiha girls are really beautiful. If he is emotionally rich, he will have to have a few vigorous love affairs. However, he is special. No matter how beautiful the beauty is in front of him, he will not exude much hormones.

People like him are probably born to be lonely and widowed, and to die alone.

But Quan Nai said that even if she gets married in the future, she will live in the same courtyard with him, be his bodyguard and accompany him for the rest of her life.

So, what more do you ask for?

"I don't like this, I don't feel that way. You are really difficult to take care of. Is there anyone in this world that you like?"

Kamui stared at Madara, slightly confused in his eyes.

Madara looked into his eyes, his brows gradually relaxed.

He didn't know the answer. He had never been attracted to any girl until he was this old, but secretly, he knew that he longed for that kind of feeling in his heart, and he felt that this feeling was lingering around like that. He is sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

He often wondered where this feeling came from, and always stopped suddenly when he thought of that key node.

It always felt like there was a door separating something. As long as he pushed the door open, he would be able to get the answer he wanted. However, the answer seemed very heavy, just like a mysterious treasure box that sank to the bottom of the sea and could not be opened easily. .

Therefore, every time he put his hand on the doorknob, he would take it back in a hurry.

It was an emotion that challenged his cognition and was taboo for him.

"spot?"

Madara exhaled slowly and rubbed his brows in annoyance.

It's really bad to be like this. As the leader of the Uchiha clan, and as a ninja who dreams of peace in the ninja world, these private emotions are of no use to him.

But he would think of these things when he had nothing to do, and his heart felt numb and sour, but after the numbness and sourness, there was still a hint of sweetness.

He indulged in this capricious tug and relished it.

For a few moments, he even felt that he was a little psychopathic, but he didn't do anything to harm others.

It's really confusing.

"Don't think too much about whether I will get married or not. I will take care of it."

He had already said this, what else could Kamui say.

He actually wanted to see what kind of woman Uchiha Madara would marry and what kind of offspring he would have.

After all, in the original work, this guy has been alone all his life. Hashirama still has a granddaughter, Tsunade-hime, so Madara really has nothing left behind.

His arrival must change something, for example, let Uchiha Madara have another kind of life with a wife and children on the bed?

But look at this guy's unsatisfactory look. He looks like he doesn't want to get close to strangers or women. How can any woman like him?

Just when Kamui was dissatisfied with Madara, the two of them heard the sound of Izuna getting up. He opened the door of his room vigorously, put on his clogs and went to the shower room.

Izuna woke up, and Kamui was very happy. He glanced at the bowl of red bean rice that tasted very ordinary, and shouted out the door: "Izuna, your brother made it... ugh!"

Before he finished speaking, Kamui's mouth was covered by Madara.

A dissatisfied hum escaped from his fingers. Madara glared at Kamui and told him to be honest and keep quiet.

Kamui guessed that Madara felt that the red bean rice he made was unpalatable and embarrassing. He was a face-saving man who didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Quan Na, so he didn't let him call Quan Na over.

Thinking like this, Kamui just thought this guy was a bit funny.

He couldn't help it anymore, and after a symbolic struggle, he smiled in Madara's arms.

No sound came out, only a pair of petal-shaped smiling eyes were left, staring at Uchiha Madara, who was pressing his lips tightly to hold him helplessly.

Izuna probably didn't hear Kamui's words. He walked away with his wooden clogs until he couldn't hear any movement at all.

Guessing that Izuna had already entered the shower room, Madara slowly took his hand away and looked at Kamui with a somewhat sad look.

Kamui laughed while holding his stomach, "Izuna is your crazy fan. He will definitely not dislike the taste of your cooking."

Madara didn't know what a fanboy was, but he could probably guess it based on the context.

He rolled his eyes at Kamui, picked up the spoon on the table, took a mouthful of red bean rice and stuffed it into his mouth as if to vent his anger.

Sweet, too sweet, there is really too much sugar. Even though Uchiha people generally love sweets, they would also think this is too sweet.

Also, the red beans are a little hard, and each one is still the same except that it has grown a little bigger. There is not even a single one that has bloomed. The rice has no texture at all.

Madara chewed the red bean rice in his mouth blankly, his face turned red for a moment.

I specifically asked Ashue for advice in advance, but in the end he still ended up looking like this. No wonder Kamui only took one bite and then stopped eating.

However, the meaning of this bowl of rice is different. He would rather eat it himself than give it to Izumi. This has nothing to do with whether he loves his brother or not. It is really different.

"Next year, next year I will cook better than this year, and it will be delicious then, believe me."

"Next year?" Kamui frowned, "Are you obsessed with red bean rice? I remember that you like to eat bean skin sushi."

In line with the principle that food should not be wasted, and this bowl of red beans and rice full of heart should not be wasted, Madara still ate it all in one bite.

After swallowing the last mouthful of red beans and rice with difficulty, Madara's face finally returned to normal.

He smiled and looked at the paper door on one side. The sky was getting brighter and brighter.

"Kamiwei, let's go to Xiyuan Temple Street today."

Kamui also looked outside the paper door, it must still be snowing.

"Why do you want to go there suddenly?"

"Yeah, on a whim."

A whim is a good excuse. Who can say no to a person's whim?

"it is good."