Konoha Qiweiju

Qiweiju.

The moonlight shrouded.

Zhenxiu was holding a rusty kitchen knife and was constantly rubbing it.

The whetstone is smooth, but the kitchen knife is rusty.

"The progress of the task of sharpening the knife is 50%, the fantasy knife is 50100, and the secret skill of the fantasy knife is learned: the dragon and the bull!

Hearing the familiar system sound, Zhenxiu smiled.

"Finally I saw some results. The fierce bull and the blue dragon cut, a good thing."

The fierce bull and the blue dragon can cut a whole bull in an instant.

Compared with the legendary Pao Ding Jie Niu, it is not bad at all.

Zhenxiu looked at the rusty kitchen knife in his hand. It was half sharpened, and he didn't see the kitchen knife showing its original appearance. It was really difficult to complete it all.

Put away the kitchen knife, Zhenxiu walked back to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, blue spinach is placed.

This is the main ingredient of the Qiudao family spinach pill.

After returning from the forbidden area of ​​the Qiudao clan, Zhenxiu began to study this spinach.

Blue spinach is called blue-heart spinach in the system's dream ingredient recipe.

Has the effect of stimulating potential in a short time.

And this effect is only useful for fat people.

As a dish, there is a dish called cold spinach in the junior fantasy recipe.

But the effect of this dish is not as powerful as the spinach balls of the Qiudao clan.

Therefore, according to the true cultivation, the spinach balls of the Qiu Dao clan are likely to have the effect of intermediate fantasy cuisine.

It's just that this intermediate fantasy cuisine has not been developed well, leaving a powerful side effect.

If the development is successful, the side effects will naturally disappear.

"Ding, stimulate the system task, develop the perfect spinach pill, and reward the kitchenware: steel rod."

Really stunned for a moment, but didn't expect the system task to come just as it said.

"Gangbang? Is this asking me to start entering the pastry world?"

Really cultivated for a while, but didn't care about it.

The development of the perfect spinach pill is on his agenda.

He also talked to Qiu Daoting about this matter.

Autumn Road Bucket is very supportive.

After all, this matter is only good for the Qiu Dao clan.

In the following days, I will have a fulfilling and happy life through true cultivation.

Three meals, research and development of spinach pills, sharpening of knives.

Of course, there is one more thing that must be resolved immediately in true cultivation.

That's the supply of glutinous glutinous rice balls.

Ordinary Explosive Urine Pills cannot be stored for a long time, so Zhenxiu made them into cans.

The shelf life is greatly improved, enough to store for ten years.

These canned foods will become products for the Qiu Dao people.

Of course, there are also the required number of real repairs that will be made up one by one.

This one really made a lot of money.

At least for a long time, Zhenxiu will not be short of money.

Of course, so many beef balls cannot be beaten by one person.

He can't do this kind of drudgery, so three coolies are needed.

These three people are naturally Nan Chi, Mi Fan and Xiangteng.

The three of them are wandering ninjas, and they have no belonging, which is really suitable.

After the psychological investigation of the mountain clan, Nanchi and Yafan had no problems, but Sang Teng had an antagonism with the Uchiha clan.

This is indeed a problem.

But it does not prevent the three of them from working as coolies for real cultivation.

The premise is that all three of them have been sealed by a blockade.

As long as they mess around, they will immediately take their lives.

There is no doubt that the Maelstrom family has such a method.

The Hyuga clan can have caged birds. Will the whirlpool clan who are good at sealing skills have no similar spells?

At this time, the three were beating the beef bitterly.

"No way, brother, I'm really a little...I don't have any strength."

Mi Fan's hands were weak, as if they were drained.

"Mifan, hold on again, and you will be able to complete today's amount soon."

"Brother, Konoha is too inhumane. Let us beat so much beef every day."

Mi Fan wanted to cry without tears.

"Oh, it would be nice to save your life."

Nan Chi sighed.

It is indeed a lucky thing to be able to save his life.

Xiangteng on the side slapped the beef fiercely, as if the beef in front of him was a member of the Uchiha clan.

"Xiang Teng, still thinking about revenge?"

Xiangteng heard the words, his hands were slightly slow, and he was silent.

Nan Chi patted Xiangteng's shoulder and comforted: "Sangteng, don't think about it. Uchiha's clan is now in the midst of Konoha. It is impossible to take revenge with your power. Moreover, more than ten years ago, The Uchiha member who killed your parents has long since died."

"I don't care! That person is dead, but he still has a clan. I want the Uchiha clan to repay this blood feud!"

Xiangteng said, the killing intent in his eyes continued to spread.

"Pay you back!"

Boom!

I really repaired a dragon pattern and patted it directly on Xiangteng's head.

"Who told you to stop! Hurry up and take a good shot of the beef. These beefs need to be beaten 26,800 times before they can be used. You dare to be lazy after only a few beats? Work for me!"

Xiangteng ate a pot, turned his head, and looked at Zhenxiu viciously.

"you!"

"Don't complain so much, let you beat a little beef and that's so many things, really. Hurry up and finish so we can get off work together, otherwise, I don't know when we will be busy."

Really repair Tucao Dao.

The tone was not like talking to prisoners, but like talking to colleagues in the company.

"There are also you two, why stopped!"

"Yes, yes, we will work right away!"

Mi Fan hurriedly responded, and began to beat with both hands.

Nan Chi also accelerated.

"It's pretty much the same."

As Zhenxiu said, he looked at Xiangteng again.

"Hey, your kid also hurry up and work, and when it's done, I will ask you to eat supper."

Xiang Teng was stunned for a moment, and the killing intent just now gradually faded.

Facing Zhenxiu's attitude, he really didn't lose his temper.

Twenty-six thousand eight hundred beatings were not difficult for them.

But by the time they finished, it was already late at night.

After knocking the last stick, all three of them looked like tired and paralyzed children.

The specific feeling is probably the feeling of going to work at nine in the morning and working overtime until the wee hours.

"No, I don't want to see beef anymore in my life."

Mifan collapsed on the ground, feeling that he was going to die.

With the strength of his Zhongnin, this would not have been the case.

But Chakra was imprisoned all over, just physical strength, he was really tired.

Nan Chi and Xiangteng are not much better.

For the ninja, Chakra is life.

Once lost it will become a lot weaker.

When the three of them were too tired, a scent floated slowly.

The taste is very light, but it has a sweet and sour taste.

The sound directly aroused the appetite of the three people, and Mi Fan even got up from the ground.

"It smells so good! What is it!"

The three were very curious, and soon their doubts were answered.

Three bowls of red noodle soup were placed in front of them.

On the noodle soup, there are still green onions floating.

Red with green, a drama.

This is a living story of the West Chamber!

And the one holding them is true cultivation.

"Looking at how hard you are, this is the supper for you, tomato and egg noodles. How about? It smells good, right?"

Mi Fan swallowed and nodded frantically.

"Yeah! It's delicious! I really want to eat! (╯▽╰) Is this really for us?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

"Then I'm welcome!"

Hearing the words, Mi Fan picked up the noodle bowl and took a sigh of relief first.

"Wow! It smells so good! It's sour, so delicious!"

The red noodle soup was filled with warm power, which swept away Mifan's fatigue.

The sour taste is even more appetizing, stimulating the taste buds and opening the appetite in an instant.

Suck!

The white noodles slipped into his mouth instantly as Mi Fan smoked.

The noodles filled with tomato soup exploded in the mouth.

The slightly reddish egg also has a sour taste, but it is not irritating.

"It's delicious! This is the best noodle I have ever tasted! Brother, Xiangteng, don't look at it, hurry up and eat."

Among the three, Mi Fan has the most carefree temper.

Xiangteng looked a little silly, but he was rather gloomy in his heart.

Of course, this coldness is not inborn, but caused by hatred.

Nan Chi is mature and stable, assuming the role of a parent.

Seeing the sweetness of Mi Fan's food, Nan Chi stopped holding it, picked up the noodle bowl and planned to start.

But seeing Xiangteng motionless, frowned, and said, "Xianteng, don't think about those things. Living alive is the most important thing. If a person dies, there is nothing left."

After speaking, Nan Chi also took a sip of noodle soup.

Suddenly, Nan Chi's eyes widened.

He just felt that Mi Fan's appearance was too exaggerated.

But now it seems that this is not an exaggeration.

Even, there is some convergence.

This soup!

Absolutely!

The sour and salty feeling made him feel like he was in heaven.

The temperature of the noodle soup urges this taste to the extreme.

The green onion on the noodle soup is the finishing touch.

The faint green onion aroma sublimated the whole taste.

Nan Chi couldn't help taking another sip.

It's so refreshing!

Sucking!

When the noodles enter the belly, the empty belly has temperature and saturation.

The two of them ate sweetly, and the reserved Xiangteng couldn't stand it.

Looking at the red and green tomato and egg noodles, Xiangteng swallowed.

The scent kept lingering on the tip of his nose, and he was hungry in his belly, even the gods could not stop this temptation.

eat!

Xiangteng is no longer reserved, he just sucks when he raises the bowl!

Soup into the belly!

Warm and warm!

Xiangteng's eyes softened instantly.

Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to his childhood.

His mother would also serve him a bowl of hot noodles when he was hungry.

Although it was not so delicious, it made him particularly memorable.

Tears fell as I ate.

Crystal clear tears slid across the cheeks and fell into the noodle soup.

Tick!

In this quiet environment, it looks particularly crisp.

Nan Chi and Mi Fan stopped hearing the sound and looked at Xiangteng.

Xiangteng didn't notice, he still ate the bowl of noodles.

At this moment, the noodles are no longer noodles.

It is a memory.

An unforgettable memory.

Aside, Zhenxiu watched this scene silently.

In this world, there are too many people with stories.

These stories can often be inspired by handing a bowl of hot noodle soup in the middle of the night.

Not how delicious the food is.

It's how fragile people are behind the cooking.

In the middle of the night, there are too many people who cry while eating.

Because the night is cold, the soup is hot, and the heart is lost.