Naruto: Big Foodie

"Ugh……"

The third generation sighed, the wrinkles on his face loosened, like chrysanthemums in full bloom.

Having eaten Yang Ming's egg fried rice, in his opinion, this competition is no longer necessary.

Sandaimu picked up another spoonful of fried rice, closed his eyes, and chewed slowly, not knowing when his thoughts had drifted away.

A long time ago, when he was a second-generation student.

Among the four students of the second generation purpose, the third generation purpose talent is not the best, but the hardest.

At that time, he often trained alone, accompanied by loneliness, and lived by practice.

Originally, all this would continue.

But that day, when a young girl appeared in front of him, she asked him curiously, "Why do you always practice alone, aren't you afraid of loneliness?"

Everything has changed.

The third generation bowed his head arrogantly and replied, "It's up to you!"

From then on, the girl came here often, carrying a basket with fried rice with eggs.

Although every time, Sandaimu said no, but his body was very honest, and he finished the fried rice brought by the girl.

Egg fried rice contains very little oil and no diced green onions, so it tastes not fragrant and tastes bad.

But at that time, in that short time, Sandaimu felt that this was the happiest thing in his life.

The girl is very ordinary, and the family is also very ordinary.

But her fried egg fried rice was extraordinary.

The girl never opened her mouth, saying that she liked Sandaimu.

As a friend, she accompanied her through that lonely time of cultivation.

The three generations are also happy, and the two maintain an unspeakable relationship.

But all this has changed.

When the war broke out suddenly, Sandaimu was recruited to the front line.

Before she left, she still brought a plate of egg fried rice to Sandaimu as parting.

The three generations hurried away without eating, but they didn't expect it to be a goodbye.

The war brought killings, and it also took away the lives of young girls.

Since then, that plate of fried rice with eggs has become a swan song.

How many people love silently in the name of friends, but they are strangers in the world since then.

There was once a true love in front of the third generation, but he did not cherish it, and only regretted it when he lost it.

Three generations of eyes had fried rice in his mouth, and tears were already pouring out.

When people are the most lonely, they are the most loyal to themselves.

At this moment, the third generation remembered that the girl once said, "Those who have eaten while crying can go on."

At that time, Sandaimu didn't know what it meant.

But when the salty tears flowed into the mouth and mixed with the fragrant fried rice, the three generations understood.

The ups and downs came to my mind.

"Back then, I said that life was as brilliant as summer flowers, but now I understand that ordinaryness is the only answer."

A plate of fried rice with eggs, I finished it with choking.

What Sandaimu eats is not fried rice, but loneliness.

Sandaimu slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time there was a sense of relaxation in his tired eyes.

It turns out that winning the world is not as good as a plate of egg fried rice that a girl used to have.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world.

"Yang Ming, thank you for letting me eat such delicious fried rice."

The third generation looked at Yang Ming with a seriousness that he had never seen before, as if this was not enough, he suddenly stood up.

Then, Sandaimu did something that everyone present did not expect!

The third generation actually took off the Hokage hat and placed it in front of him with a pious attitude, with his head slightly lowered, in a gesture of respect!

Boom!

At this moment, the scene is out of control!

Countless audience members stood up in a hurry, their faces in disbelief.

Is the third generation crazy?

This is the thought of almost everyone present!

Screaming, wolves howling, the sound is constant!

In their own way, people vent their doubts in their hearts!

You know, this is a tribute to Omura Kage!

Only those who have made outstanding contributions to the village, such as the fourth generation who died in battle, can receive such high-level treatment!

And today, Yang Ming has won such an honor as a chef!

It doesn't get crazier than this!

Back then, at the memorial service for the death of Daimyo in the Kingdom of Fire, the third generation did not do this either.

Could it be that Yang Ming's value is still above his name?

At this moment, countless people who despised Yang Ming before felt ashamed, while those who had always supported Yang Ming cheered each other.

"I knew it!" Miyamoto Musashi clenched his fist fiercely and waved it to the sky, "Boss Yang Ming is the best!"

Qianshou Tongjian looked at Yang Ming with an indifferent face, and sighed: "From now on, who in the world does not know you?"

Compared to the others, Uncle Yile's face turned pale, and he fell to the ground in a decadent manner.

Uncle Yile looked at Sandaimu in despair, his lips trembled, but he couldn't help but said, "Lord Hokage, I already know that I will lose, but can you tell me why I lost?"

The third generation glanced at Uncle Yile with pity, and sighed, "Because the food you cook has no soul."

In an instant, Uncle Yile's body shook as if struck by lightning.

Just like those songs that can be passed down from the origin, it is precisely because they can move people that they can be sung through the ages.

Uncle Yile's cooking is delicious, but it is like an article with gorgeous words and lacks the core of the finishing touch~www.wuxiahere.com~ It seems that I am not wronged. "

Uncle Yile gave a miserable smile.

Not only did his daughter die when he lost the game, but even the food concept he had been adhering to was shattered.

At this time, Yang Ming came to Uncle Yile.

"Are you here to mock me?"

Uncle Yile sat on the ground, looked up at Yang Ming, his expression was very calm, as if he had foreseen it, "That's right, you are the winner, and you have this qualification."

"Do not!"

Yang Ming shook his head.

He looked directly at Uncle Yile very seriously, and suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "I always feel that friendship comes first and competition comes second. It is precisely because of good competition between chefs that more and richer cuisines are born. "

At this moment, in the eyes of Uncle Yile, Yang Ming's figure is like a radiant sun!

"I didn't expect that I would lose so completely."

Uncle Yile laughed at himself, stretched out his hand to grab Yang Ming, and stood up from the ground.

The two looked at each other, and their hearts spontaneously felt the pride of seeing a hero, and it was too late to meet each other!

"Oh oh oh!" The host K picked up the microphone and shouted, "What a sincere feeling, this is the real game!"

"Thanks to the two chefs for letting us witness an unparalleled game!"

"Let's congratulate them with warm applause!"

At this moment, whether it was the audience who despised Yang Ming before, or others, they all stood up tacitly.

Tens of thousands of people got up at the same time!

The applause was like thunder and the roar was endless, resounding through the sky!

This day is destined to go down in history!

Years later, when today's client suddenly looks back, he will say to others in a proud tone: "I have watched this competition!"