Konoha Qiweiju

An ordinary black casserole can not see any difference.

Hanzo picked up the spoon on the side, tapped the black casserole lightly, and said with a smile, "This is what you cooked for me?"

"Yes. Really made special! Silky rice."

"Silky rice?"

Hanzo repeated Zhenxiu's words, only that the name sounds strange.

"Yes, please taste it, sir."

As Zhenxiu said, he opened the black casserole lid.

A golden light exploded from the casserole in an instant!

The golden light soared into the sky and directly hit the roof.

Hanzo was horrified, his body immediately tightened, his left hand took out a handful of kunai, and he entered a fighting state.

"Who are you? You want to plot against me?"

Hanzo said coldly, his eyes full of guard.

The figure of true cultivation is like Buddha's blessing in the golden light, looking mysterious and unpredictable.

Zhenxiu smiled slightly, and the golden light gradually faded, revealing the white rice in the black casserole.

There was a strange luster on the rice.

Grains of rice are like diamonds.

Hanzo was still in a state of alert, the meat ball on the side opened his eyes and glanced at Hanzo, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Sir, you are misunderstood. The golden light just now is only part of my cooking, it's not that I'm trying to trick you."

"Cooking will shine? It's ridiculous, how can this happen?"

Hanzo obviously didn't believe it.

"If you don't believe me, you should be able to feel that I am not half malicious or murderous towards you, am I?"

Hanzo heard the words and glanced at Zhenxiu.

Indeed, the young man in front of him seemed harmless to humans and animals, and indeed did not have any malice.

And when the golden light flashed, the boy did not change.

Is it true that I am so worried?

Thinking of this, Hanzo's guard has been put down for the most part.

A powerful ninja has his own perception.

This perception will be very sensitive in the face of danger.

And now, obviously not to that point.

"I misunderstood you."

As Hanzo said, he closed Ku Mu, his eyes fell in the casserole.

What is the name of a dish that can shine?

Hanzo was successfully attracted by the rice.

After putting down his guard, a strong chicken scent came out.

It seems that the food in front of me is not rice, but a bowl of chicken soup.

"It's so delicious, not like ordinary rice."

Hanzo said in surprise.

"Boy, what is the mystery in this rice?"

"Mr. takes a bite and understands."

"it is good."

Hanzo picked up the spoon he had just put down and took a mouthful of white rice.

The delicate luster is pleasing to the eye.

"This rice is really good-looking, I don't know how it tastes."

Hanzo said, putting that bite of rice into his mouth.

After chewing carefully, Hanzo suddenly opened his eyes!

"This smell!"

Hanzo looked at the rice in the casserole in disbelief. The taste was indescribable.

The taste is sweet, and after chewing carefully, there is a delicious taste that keeps coming up.

The blood in the body seemed to become boiling.

Top taste!

This taste not only comes from rice, but also from chicken.

The deliciousness of chicken!

It is the taste of chicken that Hanzo has never tasted before.

Spoon after spoon, Hanzo couldn't stop.

Hanzo couldn't help but stop when he knew that there were no grains of rice left in the casserole.

"This taste... is really amazing. I have lived for decades and have never eaten such delicious rice."

Hanzo murmured, rolling the last grain of rice at the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

At this moment, there seemed to be a black chicken about to take off in his body.

Cock!

Spread your wings!

"Unbelievable!"

Hanzo gave the final evaluation.

Zhenxiu smiled faintly, tore off the hairband from his forehead, and said softly: "The hospitality is poor!"

"It's really well-deserved. It's no wonder that the nobles in my rain country recently said that your Qiweiju is a rare top delicacy. How did your rice contain such top chicken flavor?"

Hanzo asked curiously.

Of course, he doesn't really want to know how this cooking is done.

It's just a casual question.

"Mister is satisfied. This silky rice is cooked by putting rice in the belly of a silky chicken. It is not complicated to say."

"That's it."

"Sir, I don't know how this cooking makes you feel?"

"Feeling? Just delicious."

"Is it just delicious?"

Zhenxiu asked.

Hanzo was stunned for a moment, and did not understand the meaning of true cultivation.

Zhenxiu took out another casserole and opened the lid, revealing the dark chicken.

"what is this?"

"It's the silkie."

Zhenxiu took out the kitchen knife and swiped it lightly, breaking open the belly of the silky chicken, revealing the rice in it.

It's exactly the same as what Hanzo had just eaten.

Hanzo licked his lips, a little greedy again.

"In the ugly chicken, there is delicious rice hidden, and it has the top delicacy. Sir, so does Shinobu. Even if it looks ugly, as long as the things in it are delicious, then it is a good Shinobu village. If it is combined with The contents inside are also black together, so this dish is a failure."

There were words in the true cultivation words, which dispelled Hanzo's appetite.

The young man seemed to be telling him vaguely.

Hanzo looked up and glanced at the boy again.

"what do you want to say?"

"Sir, you should understand."

"I do not understand."

Hanzo's expression was stubborn, and his gaze towards Zhenxiu was a bit unkind.

Zhenxiu smiled helplessly and said, "Take me nonsense."

"Huh, a little chef is so talkative. He was wasted all his skills for being talkative."

Hanzo snorted coldly and waved away.

Among the seven flavors, there was only one person and one cat left.

Meat Ball got up, walked to Zhen Xiu's side, and bit down the half of the silky chicken and the rice in it.

"It tastes good. Give it to him, it was wasted."

Meatball spit out.

Zhenxiu sighed, and said, "Rugball, it seems we should leave here."

"It's time to leave long ago, stay here, I'm almost moldy."

Meatball licked his cat's paw, obviously agreeing with this approach.

Zhenxiu smiled, looking at the wind chime still ringing at the door, feeling very emotional.

The next day, Qiweiju disappeared in this small town.

When Hanzo arrived again, looking at the empty place, his right hand clenched his fist.

"That boy, who is it?"

While Hanzo was puzzled, the merchant on the side ran over with a black casserole and said, "Master Hanzo, the boss of Qiweiju gave this thing to me yesterday and let me pass it to you when I see you."

When the casserole opened, it was the pure white rice.

Hanzo looked at the rice, thoughtfully.