It was Yang Ming's turn.
He twisted his neck, rolled up his sleeves, and filled the stove with firewood.
His movements were very rusty, and he obviously had no experience.
Anyone who has burned firewood knows that you can't throw too big or too small firewood into the stove, because too large firewood is not easy to burn, and too small one is easy to be burned into ashes, so that it will affect the temperature when stir-frying.
The resulting dish is either easily charred or half-cooked.
Fortunately, Yang Ming had a system reminder and replaced a pile of moderately sized firewood.
Subsequently, light the fire and heat the pot, the same process as Uncle Yiraku.
But looking at Yang Ming's novice appearance, almost everyone was disappointed.
In a corner of the auditorium, a couple whispered earnestly.
"What, a chef of this level dares to shout" "But no, when I think of his invincible appearance just now, I get angry."
Miyamoto Musashi sat next to them, and when he heard their yin and yang strange tones, he felt a breath in his heart, and he didn't vomit or feel unhappy.
"You two, shut up" "Who are you, you" The woman with a little thin lips in the couple shaved Miyamoto Musashi very unhappily, "I'll just tell me what's wrong, if you have the ability, come and bite me" Her partner looked Miyamoto Musashi's line up and down, revealing a look of disdain, "Uncle, do you know what a dish is, hehe, I'm afraid you don't even have a place to cook." ” Being sung and harmonized by the two of them like this, Miyamoto Musashi, an honest man, was suddenly so angry that his face turned red, and he said hatefully: "You just keep your eyes open and watch Boss Yang Ming win the game."
"Hehe."
The man shrugged his shoulders and looked disgusted, hugged his girlfriend and chatted, no longer bothering Miyamoto Musashi.
The other side.
The grandson of the thousand-handed copper room hung around his neck, and a loud voice sounded: "Grandpa, I'll test you a question." ” The old man in the copper room did not have the usual arrogant appearance, his face was peaceful, he touched his grandson's little head, and said with a smile: "Okay, good, you have also grown up, and you actually know that you can take the exam for your grandfather." ” "Of course, it doesn't depend on who I am."
After receiving the praise of his grandfather, the little grandson raised his head high, and he looked like a dragon arrogant: "Grandpa, guess whether that big brother will win" "Well, this" The old man in the copper room held his white beard, and he said that I would not tell you if I knew it, and said: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." ” "Hmph" the little grandson turned his head awkwardly, "Grandpa must not know that he said that" "Yes, yes, it's grandpa's mistake."
The old man in the copper room looked like I was afraid, and suddenly coaxed the little grandson to laugh.
During the busy period, the old man in the copper room turned his eyes to Yang Ming, and his eyes were full of worry.
He really liked the lad's cooking.
Yang Ming's dishes made him, an old man in Konoha Village, feel a trace of the feeling when the village was first established.
The same warmth, the same tranquility.
But now, the situation is very unfavorable for Yang Ming.
He, can he win?
Countless people looked forward to it, with the mentality of watching Yang Ming's jokes, pointing at Yang Ming on the screen.
As if in this way, they can incarnate as Yang Ming and compete with Uncle Yile on the same stage.
In front of everyone's eyes, in a malicious gaze, Yang Ming was calm and unhurried, like flowing water, showing the demeanor of a generation of grandmasters.
Soon, a plate of egg fried rice was ready.
Yang Ming personally brought the plate to the three generations.
For the first time, he had seen three generations so closely.
The three generations are already old, the wrinkles on his face are like knife carvings, leaving deep traces, and the age spots have also climbed on his face, and he thought he was an ordinary old man if he was not in the know.
And what makes Sandaime different from others is his eyes.
Deep and pitch black, like a black hole, it can suck everything in the world into it.
When Yang Ming and the three generations looked at each other, he only felt as if he had stripped naked, and he had no secrets to hide at all. call Yang Ming took a deep breath, barely recovered from his sluggishness, and placed the plate on the table of the third generation.
"Hokage-sama, please use it slowly."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Just like Uncle Yile, the three generations glanced at Yang Ming with a grateful gaze, and then looked at Yang Ming's egg fried rice.
Compared to Uncle Yile's egg fried rice, Yang Ming's egg fried rice has no fragrance at all, as if it has never appeared.
On the white plate, the egg fried rice like a hill is very beautiful, and each grain of rice is rich and full, like gold, exuding a faint golden color.
Under the illumination of the light, this egg fried rice seems to glow The three generations looked at it for a long time, and a question came to mind.
"Where did the eggs go?"
That's right, in Yang Ming's egg fried rice, the three generations didn't see even a little bit of eggs But he clearly saw that Yang Ming laid four eggs With a hint of curiosity, Miyome picked up the spoon and slashed a corner from the edges.
The three generations did not remember to eat, but put it under their noses first.
I sniffed it, but I still couldn't smell the fragrance at all.
The three generations glanced at Yang Ming suspiciously, "Could it be that the other party is just a vain name?"
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But looking at the rice in the spoon, like gold under the sand, exuding a charming brilliance, the three generations swallowed the questions that came to their mouths.
Why do you think so much, eat it Swallow in one bite Like a wheel rolling forward, under the chewing of the three generations, a grain of rice was crushed in an instant.
"This is" The eyes of the three generations suddenly widened in disbelief.
On the side, Uncle Yiraku walked up nervously and said, "Hokage-sama, isn't it too unpalatable?"
"No" Miyome shook his head and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing about the taste just now.
He's eaten some of the world's most expensive dishes, and he's been a taste of weird dark food.
But in his life, all three generations only liked the dishes made by one person.
And when the egg fried rice was entered, in an instant, the fragrance contained in it exploded, as if a grenade was stuffed into his mouth, and the entire tongue was suddenly occupied by the fragrance.
That's the scent of eggs It turns out that the egg fried rice does not release its flavor because all the flavor is accumulated in each grain of rice When this fragrance burst out, the three generations seemed to see a rooster in front of him, and suddenly raised his neck and let out a "clucking" cry The third generation looked at Yang Ming with a complicated expression, and said, "Take the liberty of asking, why can you make such egg fried rice?"
Originally, the three generations thought that Yang Ming would not reveal the secret of this kind of cooking skill.
Who knows, Yang Ming just said very calmly: "If you do it with your heart, you can make a dish that makes people happy." ” This is similar to the scumbag asking why the academic performance of the top student is so good, and the top student replied: "Just study hard." ” Sure enough, the invisible pretending is the deadliest: