Konoha Seven Taste House

"Friendly reminder, charge cooking fee. Sadly ecstasy rice price: one thousand taels."

(Hokage Monetary System: 1 thousand tael = 1 million yen = 640 RMB)

Really stunned for a while, and muttered in his heart: "System, you are really dark enough, such a bowl of char siu rice, plus sweet eggs, can sell at most 20 yuan, you can collect more than 600, which is ruthless. what."

"The important thing in cooking is not the price of the ingredients, but the chef's craftsmanship. The system is fair and conscientious, and the five-star recipe is the lowest price."

"I'm afraid I am so expensive, Lord Madara cuts me off."

"The system is not responsible."

"..."

"Seven flavors do not allow Overlord Meals. If the cost cannot be recovered, the system will deduct one hundred thousand taels of host funds."

"I……"

Really feel helpless.

No matter how the system does not move, you will deduct your own funds.

Seeing Uchiha Madara who got up and was about to leave, Zhenxiu quickly said, "Sunghui is one thousand taels."

"A thousand taels?"

Madara was shocked.

Haven't eaten such an expensive meal yet.

But thinking about this wonderful taste, it seems to be worth the money.

"This delicacy is really worth a thousand taels."

Madara said, he wanted to take money.

Zhenxiu let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Madara is not the one who eats Bawang's meal.

Otherwise, you will be unlucky.

Only the next second, Madara's face showed embarrassment.

When he grabbed his right hand, he didn't touch the wallet.

"That...you call it Zhenxiu, right?"

"Ok?"

Zhenxiu looked confused and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"You should know the pillar room, right?"

"I know."

"Well, I asked the column to give it to me for today's meal. I know him very well, so you can say that Uchiha Madara eats it, and he will definitely give you the money. I still have something to do, just I'm leaving."

After Madara finished speaking, an instant disappeared without a trace.

Zhenxiu doesn't even know how he disappeared.

"I'll go! No! You wait!"

Zhenxiu rushed out quickly, but nowhere could I see Madara's shadow.

The night was heavy, and too quiet.

"It's not good to be a teacher. The first order I opened the shop I met the owner of Bawang's meal."

Zhen Xiu wanted to cry without tears, he never expected that Shura Ninja would go out without money.

Where is this vice?

But the things that made him even more collapsed followed.

"The host is incompetent and cannot recover the cash. Now the host owes the system one hundred thousand taels. Please return it as soon as possible."

Zhen Xiu said with a face: "System, that's Madara, where can I collect money?"

"The host is incompetent, no need to explain too much."

Really repair your face.

He is now a little doubtful whether he will become the first Star Oriental chef with negative equity because he has not received the money.

"No! I can't let others eat my overlord meal anymore!"

A blazing fire appeared in Zhenxiu's eyes, and he made a heavy oath.

Looking at the empty street, his true cultivation was disappointed, and he simply returned to the house.

At this point in time, probably no one will come.

Having nothing to do, Zhenxiu gave out this mission reward.

The dragon pattern is from the "Ultimate Class One" series.

The bodyguard of the protagonist Wang Dadong is rumored to be made of white dragon scales and 100-refined steel. It has supernatural aura and can automatically identify the owner. It is strong when it is strong.

Once you recognize the master, no matter how far apart, the dragon pattern will appear in the master's hand.

The shape is the style of a pan.

Really repaired the dragon pattern, tapped lightly with his left hand, making a crisp sound.

It sounds good, it is a good pot.

Zhenxiu murmured: "It's quite substantial, it's a good pot. I don't know what the flavor of the dishes made with this kind of pot is?"

After a brief contact, Zhen Xiu actually felt a blood connection with this dragon pattern.

"Is this confession? It's kind of spiritual. It's interesting."

Zhenxiu threw the dragon pattern to the door and flew a few meters away. Then with a thought, the dragon pattern was teleported directly into his hand.

"If this thing is used as a hidden weapon, it is also a good hand. Should I take this thing to shoot people in the future? Why does it feel so like a red wolf?"

Zhenxiu spit out silently, then put the dragon pattern on his back and disappeared.

As for the principle?

There is no principle.

The passive attribute of the dragon pattern.

Although the basic attributes were deducted, the task rewards were also obtained. In general, they were still earned.

It's just that this basic knifeman seems to need to practice for a few days to get back to its original state.

"I have nothing to do, practice knife skills."

Zhenxiu took out a white radish and placed it on the cutting board.

Under the moonlight, Zhenxiu took out the civil and martial sword among the seven-star swords.

He took a deep breath, and really prepared himself.

"what!"

Zhenxiu shouted, and then the kitchen knife moved!

Da Da Da Da!

The kitchen knife cuts the white radish and hits it on the cutting board. This action is repeated.

The speed is even faster to the extreme.

The powerful strength caused the sliced ​​white radish to fly into the sky, forming a beautiful arc, and then falling on the plate that had been prepared long ago.

A 20 cm white radish can be cut into hundreds of slices in less than ten seconds.

The thickness of each piece of white radish is about one millimeter.

At this time, half of the white radish was left.

Zhenxiu frowned, picked up one of the white radishes and pointed it at the moon in the sky.

The moonlight passing through the white radish looked a little dim.

"Not enough."

When cutting white radish, you must cut it to a certain thickness.

It can't be too thick, it can be too thin, let alone break.

The most suitable inspection standard is called moon halo.

Or break, but be thorough.

When looking through the moonlight, the full moon looks like a halo.

Such white radish slices melt in the mouth and have the best thickness.

Zhenxiu estimated that by that time, his basic knife skills could reach the level of one hundred.

Not only must it have the effect of the moon halo, but it must be fast, and every cut must be exactly the same.

"Okay! Set a small goal! Within one month, complete the training of the Moon Halo Swordsman!"

When everyone was asleep, Zhenxiu quietly started the knife training.

Starting today, he will officially embark on the journey of becoming a generation of God of Cooking.

For him, the road to food has just begun.