Konoha Qiweiju

The weather on September 18, Konoha's 56th year: sunny.

It's been a while since I returned to Konoha.

Konoha's changes are still great.

Everything is changing in the top position.

Of course, these are not issues that I want to deal with.

After living with Naruto this kid, after a period of quiet, it also caused me trouble.

As expected of Xiao Nai's son, he inherited his mother's inheritance.

...

After eight years, Qiweiju is ready to open again.

It didn't take much time for Zhenxiu to vacate the equipment of Qiweiju.

The original storefront was also a real industry for a long time, and it would not have moved for three generations, not to mention that it is now a Hokage.

Everything is going smooth.

"Teacher, you have finally opened a business again. I really want to come over and have a good taste."

Shou Da did not do business today, but came directly to help.

This kind of business is still very troublesome.

"It's easy to say, just give the money."

Really smiled.

"sure."

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl followed behind her.

"By the way, teacher, this is my daughter Changpu. Last time she went out to deliver food and was not in the store, so you didn't see it."

Shoudai quickly introduced.

"Changpu, it's already this old. When I left, I seemed to be only four years old."

As Zhenxiu said, he couldn't help but miss it a bit.

"Are you very big? You are not a few years older than me, depending on your appearance."

Changpu was puzzled.

"Changpu, don't be rude, this is my teacher. Don't think he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he is actually twice as old by his father."

"Huh? So old?"

Changpu was surprised.

Zhen Xiu scratched his head reluctantly. With this hand, he didn't have to always emphasize his age with others.

"Okay, hand it, don't talk about it, there are still a bunch of bones left in my back kitchen, you can handle it."

"Good! Teacher, don't worry, I promise to make it perfect for you!"

He patted his chest, promised.

"Dad, I'll help you."

"Changpu is so good, then let's go in together."

"it is good!"

Shouda and Changpu went to the back kitchen, and when he saw it, he was quite envious.

"If I had married a wife and had children back then, now my granddaughter is as old as calamus, right?"

Zhenxiu sighed, and it passed.

There is nothing bad about living alone.

"True cultivation, what are you thinking?"

At this time, the meat ball jumped on Zhen Xiu's head and said.

Really cultivated for a moment, it seemed that he did not live alone.

"It's nothing."

"Then don't be in a daze, do the popped beef balls that you owe me quickly."

The touch just now disappeared instantly.

Sure enough, I can't talk to the fellow Rouqiu about moving.

After three days of busy work, Qiweiju finally opened for business.

But there is no publicity, and there are not many guests.

Zhenxiu doesn't care about this.

In the middle of the night, Qiweiju slowly opened.

As it was at the beginning, Qiweiju is a late-night food restaurant.

Meatball lay on the door beam, his head drooped, his eyes closed, and he was taking a nap.

In the dark night, there was no passer-by.

Zhenxiu sat in the rocking chair, flipping through the books.

The leisurely time has long become the standard for true cultivation.

On Konoha's commercial street, an eight-year-old boy walked aimlessly.

He looked very tired, and there were many scars on his body.

Those scars seemed to be contaminated by high-intensity practice.

The boy's eyes were very hollow, without any vitality.

Dragging his tired body, he walked slowly.

After walking for another ten minutes, he will be able to return to his home.

But at this moment, he stopped.

He stood silently on the empty street, without knowing where to go for a while.

Home?

What can I do to return to that empty home?

There are no familiar parents, no familiar tribesmen, and even the original loving brother.

Up to this moment, the boy could still recall the cold face of Uchiha Itachi a few months ago.

"Uchiha... Itachi! I'm going to kill you!"

The boy whispered, murderous.

It is hard to imagine that such words would come out of an eight-year-old boy.

The red light loomed in his dark eyes.

The boy is naturally Sasuke.

The hatred of genocide makes him work hard every day.

But without anyone's guidance, the practice methods obtained from some books could not make him stronger in a short time.

Even so, Sasuke never gave up.

If he gives up, he doesn't know what it means to live.

People, always find a meaning to live in order to survive.

Otherwise, what is the difference with the walking dead.

This reason may not be high, but it must exist.

In the night, Sasuke felt a little cold.

After practicing for a day, my stomach began to feel hungry.

"Go home and make some noodles."

Sasuke murmured, and walked toward home again with heavy steps.

Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance.

"This smell..."

Sasuke raised his head and walked in the direction where the fragrance came.

In a small corner of the commercial street, Sasuke saw a small shop.

"Qiweiju..."

Sasuke whispered the face above, quite curious.

He has been to this place many times, but he has never seen this store.

It used to be a shop with closed doors. Has it opened now?

"It's still open so late, is it a restaurant that opens only at night?"

Sasuke felt even hungry at the smell.

Without thinking about it, I walked in directly.

Now he has only money left.

Ringing.

The wind chime rang at the door and the boy walked in.

The orange cat above the door beam did not get up, still lying quietly.

The red-haired boy on the rocking chair looked up.

"welcome."

Zhenxiu smiled slightly and stood up and said.

"What do the guests want to eat? All the dishes in our restaurant are written on this wall. If you have the dishes you want, as long as you have the ingredients, I can make them for you."

The tone of Zhenxiu is full of gentleness, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

Sasuke felt quite comfortable when he heard the words.

Nodding his head, Sasuke looked at the menu filled with the wall.

Looking at the past line by line, it is indeed a dazzling array.

But the price is not cheap.

It is five to ten times that of an ordinary store.

In the past, Sasuke could not afford it.

but now……

He is really poor and only has money left.

Suddenly, Sasuke's eyes stopped in one place.

"I want this."

Sasuke pointed somewhere in that menu.

Zhenxiu followed the direction of the finger and looked over.

"Wooden fish rice balls?"

Sasuke nodded again.

"Okay, guests, please take a moment. Three minutes later, I will serve you the food, wooden fish rice ball."

When Zhenxiu walked to the back kitchen, Sasuke looked around curiously.

This restaurant seems to be quite different.