Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Kamui should at least know how to light the lamp.

Confused, Madara turned around and walked from the door of Ashue's room to the front yard. To go to the other yard where he lived, he had to walk through the corridor outside the main house in the front yard.

However, just when Madara came to the corridor outside the main house in the front yard and walked around the corner to the corridor, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the kitchen not far away. The other places were dark and dim, but the kitchen was brightly lit.

There are people there.

When Madara appeared at the door of the kitchen, Kamui was opening the lid of the pot and taking out the bowl of red beans and rice that was almost overflowing from the steamer.

This guy, who had no cooking experience, started directly with the hot rice bowl in the steamer. While the bowl was hurriedly taken out and thrown on the table, Kamui was so hot that he touched his earlobe with his fingertips. This was for The most effective way to stop burning.

Kamui was so burned that he grinned and jumped up and down in the small space in the kitchen as if springs were attached to his feet, until he inadvertently met Madara's eyes, which were asking him to smile.

At this time, Uchiha Madara was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen door with his free time, looking at Kamui with an amused and inquiring look.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Kamui felt somewhat embarrassed when he thought of how embarrassed he looked just now.

Madara left the door frame and walked this way. The closer he got, the more he could smell the aroma of rice.

He seemed to have guessed what it was, and after taking a closer look, it turned out to be exactly what he had guessed.

Madara was a little confused and looked at Kamui, who blushed slightly when he saw him like this.

He deliberately ignored Madara's confused eyes, picked up the spoon and took a bite to taste. The sweetness was moderate, and the red beans were a little hard, but it didn't matter. It didn't affect the taste too much. The ratio of rice and glutinous rice was a bit unbalanced, and the glutinous rice seemed A little too much, the texture is too sticky for Kamui.

"Why do you think of making red bean rice?"

Kamui didn't answer, but took another spoonful. This spoonful was not for himself, but instead was brought to Madara's mouth.

"Give it to me?" Madara opened his eyes in disbelief.

Kamui nodded, "Try it."

After Madara hesitated for a second, he took the spoon handed to him by Kamui and took the still hot red bean rice into his mouth in one gulp.

This red bean rice should be the first time Kamui has cooked since he was so old. Although he occasionally cooked with his mother and Ashue when he was a child, he was just a child after all. He was just playing around, so he could be expected to really learn how to cook. Art?

Later, later... Kamui never went to the kitchen again. Today is the first time since he grew up.

How can you say it's not awesome when you can achieve such a level the first time you do it?

His divine power seems to be extremely talented no matter what he does, he is a complete genius!

"How's it going?" Kamui had been waiting anxiously and nervously for Madara's feedback. After Madara swallowed the mouthful of red beans and rice, he couldn't wait to ask for his opinion.

Madara looked at Kamui's focused eyes, a smile appeared on his lips, he nodded, and asked him: "Can I have another bite?"

Kamui hurriedly took another spoonful and fed it directly into Madara's mouth.

After swallowing two mouthfuls of red beans and rice, Kamui's face was still worried. He stared at Madara's mouth, completely unaware of what the other person meant.

Madara sighed, raised his hand to rub Kamui's head, and then moved the back of his hand to his cheek.

The moment the black-gloved hand wiped his cheek with a little more force, Kamui heard Madara chuckle and say, "How long have you been busy here, and you didn't notice the dust on your cheek?"

"..."

At this moment, what Kamui cares about is not whether there is ash on his face at all. He just wants to know whether the other party likes the red bean rice he made for him. This is his birthday gift to the other party. Does he feel this? Mind?

Seeing Kamui's silly look, Madara couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help laughing.

Kamui frowned, with a serious look on his face, "What's so funny? You haven't answered my question yet."

With a short sigh, Ban smiled and scolded him as a fool, and said: "If it's not delicious, how could I want to take a second bite? I want to take a third and fourth bite, until I finish the whole bowl of rice." .”

"So, you just think it's delicious?" Shenwei's face suddenly showed a touch of joy.

"Well," Madam nodded and asked him, "Because Ah Xue didn't come back in the afternoon, that's why you came to prepare supper for me. How did you know that I didn't have supper?"

"Didn't you have dinner?" Shenwei then thought about checking the time. There was nothing in the kitchen to show the time. He had no choice but to look outside through the gap in the window. Only then did he realize that it was already dark in the yard. There was no light at all.

"What time is it now?"

"It's Hai hour."

Shenwei didn't know what to say for a moment. He never thought that after being busy all afternoon, he would end up arriving so late.

However, this bowl of rice was not a late-night snack because Ashue was not at home and did not prepare dinner. It was clearly a gift in place of a cake.

Kamui lowered his head. Madara failed to discover the special significance of this bowl of red bean rice, which made him feel a little disappointed.

After a long silence, he said quietly: "Today is your birthday, have you forgotten?"

Kamui saw the astonished look on Madara's face. It was obvious that as a birthday boy, Madara had completely forgotten about his birthday today.

He suddenly felt a little funny. He had been busy all afternoon and didn't even bother to eat dinner. He made a bowl of red bean rice for birthdays in this world. Unexpectedly, the birthday boy himself didn't remember it at all.

So, what does it mean to be active here alone?

Visible to the naked eye, the bright light in Shenwei's eyes dimmed, as if the fire had been blown out by the wind, without a trace of life.

When Madara came to his senses, he quickly shook his head. Kamui had obviously misunderstood him just now.

He grabbed Shenwei's shoulders with strong hands, locking the man who wanted to turn around and walk away in place, in front of him.

"I did forget it. As you know, we ninjas don't care about days like this. In the past, if anyone in the family remembered, they would help make a bowl of red beans and rice as a celebration. But more often than not, everyone will forget this sense of ritual. It’s more in ordinary people’s homes.”

"So I am doing something unnecessary?"

"How could it be?" Madara smiled helplessly, "Izuna was away on a mission, and Ashue's sister, who was focused on the fire core, also forgot about it, and I never paid it any mind."

Kamui's face became even more embarrassed, and he asked Madara: "You don't care, but I am here to do such a thing. Isn't it unnecessary?"

The hand pressing his shoulder applied some force, Madara lowered his head, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and even his eyes showed a gentle and happy smile.

He said, "I'm very happy, Kamui, really happy."

His frown relaxed a little because of these words, but he still didn't understand.