Konoha Seven Taste House

The war lasted for three years and gradually closed.

The battlefields also tended to calm down.

But on this day, a bad news happened.

The rope tree is dead.

The twelve-year-old rope tree died.

Just the day after his birthday.

On that ruthless battlefield, this is the end of excessive impulse.

The battlefield is not a play house, let alone a game.

If you are not careful, you will die.

It is as strong as the second generation of Hokage, and it failed to escape from being beaten to death.

The rebellion launched by the Golden Horn and Silver Horn that year directly killed the second generation of Raikage, which shows the strength.

Feijian was also a key target of attack, and he was able to flee Yunyin Village with a six-person elite team, showing that his strength is already impressive.

If it weren't for his Flying Thunder God that hadn't reached the limit at that time, transferring six people outside of Yunyin Village would be the limit, and he would not die.

The best in the shadow ranks will die even if they are ambushed, not to mention the rope tree that is not strong enough.

That day, it was raining.

Tsunade returned to Konoha with the corpse of the rope tree.

Tsunade, who has always been heartless, cried very sadly this time.

Tsunade, who came back under the rain, hugged Zhenxiu.

"Grandpa uncle, I...have no younger brother."

Enduring her grief, she came back all the way, crying desperately after saying this.

That was the first time Shinshu saw Tsunade like this.

He feels distressed.

He patted Tsunade's back without speaking.

Tsunade now needs no comfort.

Because along the way, there are too many words of comfort.

She also listened a lot.

She only needs a quiet embrace now, and a good cry is enough.

People will stop crying when they are tired.

Shichimi was in the middle, Tsunade leaned on Zhenxiu's shoulder and went to sleep.

The little girl at the beginning has now become a young girl.

With my own responsibilities, I also have my own ideas.

Tsunade has always been very fond of rope trees.

That is her only brother.

Especially after the death of his parents, Tsunade regarded this younger brother as his most important person.

Although Zhenxiu had a good relationship with Tsunade, he was an elder after all.

Tsunade can respect him, admire him, and rely on him, but he still won't pet him.

That would be strange.

But the rope tree is different.

After his parents died, Tsunade felt his responsibility to the rope tree.

That kind of responsibility is similar to that of parents.

But now, this responsibility has been interrupted.

It's like holding back a rush, suddenly don't know where to go.

It is a sense of emptiness and powerlessness.

Jin Shu sighed after placing the sleeping Tsunade on the chair.

He has already seen through birth, old age, sickness and death.

But Tsunade hasn't.

How could she easily accept this reality when she was still young.

"poor child."

Zhenxiu sighed again and walked into his kitchen.

This small kitchen is his world, where he can use all his power.

Unable to comfort with words, Zhenxiu can only choose the cooking he is best at.

The tired body and the stomach without appetite after grief are most suitable to stimulate with this dish.

The white tofu has just been prepared, take it out.

Soy is the next key.

Soybeans are boiled in the stock, crushed, seasoned with sauce to cook the aroma of the meat, and then the shape of the meat is formed, and it is quickly fried in a frying pan.

Soy ground meat is formed.

There is no tenderness of meat, some have only crispy taste.

This taste will be the key to opening the taste buds.

Mapo tofu, a homemade dish.

But in the hands of Zhenxiu, an incredible smell erupted.

A piece of crimson, slightly white tofu, and the ground meat that can be faked.

When the cooking is finished, the red light flashes in the center of the seven flavors.

But the strong fragrance swept like waves.

The fragrance is like a hook, which can arouse everyone's appetite.

Even people who are asleep are fine.

Tsunade's nose moved, and then slowly opened his eyes, revealing those amber-like eyes.

"This smell... so fragrant."

Tsunade sat up straight, and saw a mapo tofu placed in front of her.

Looking up, Zhenxian smiled and looked at her.

"Eat some. I know you haven't eaten much for many days."

Zhenxiu said softly, loving in those golden eyes.

Smelling the scent, Tsunade's stomach couldn't help groaning.

Tsunade's face was reddened, a little embarrassed.

She is indeed hungry.

And these days, she felt hungry for the first time.

Since the death of the rope tree, Tsunade has been like a person without feeling.

Except for the first cry, the whole person is dumb.

Only here, in front of Zhenxiu, can Tsunade recover some of his original appearance.

Hearing Tsunade's belly screamed, Zhenxiu smiled and handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Hurry up. The mapo tofu made by grandpa uncle is only delicious when it is hot. There is not enough."

"Ok!"

Tsunade nodded, responded, and took the chopsticks.

Picking up a piece of white tofu dyed red, Tsunade put it in his mouth.

The entrance is hot, followed by spicy, and the aftertaste is hemp.

The three flavors are so seamless.

It is very subtle.

Coupled with the smell and color, the five feelings are vividly transmitted.

Picking up the ground meat, the last bit of crisp burst out.

That feeling constantly impacts the future, and you can't help but swallow bite after bite.

A large plate of Mapo Tofu was finished without Tsunade's knowledge.

When Tsunade was empty, she was still stunned.

"Finished?"

Feeling the warmth in his stomach, the spicy and numb taste in his mouth, Tsunade realized that he had already eaten so much.

It's like a magic trick.

A warm feeling swept through the body.

It seems that sadness has also eased a lot.

That feeling is very strange.

"Tsunade, let him go over the things that have been there. Rope tree is dead and can't come back. But he will always live in your heart, your life is not over yet, you need to live more warmly."

Zhenxiu said softly, his voice was not loud, and it was not a big reason.

Just at this moment when he said it, Tsunade suddenly felt that he wanted to go.

I don't know if it was the effect of tofu, or if I really cultivated it, Tsunade understood this truth.

Touching his flat belly, Tsunade pushed the plate in front of him to Zhenshu.

When he was really puzzled, Tsunade said, "Uncle grandpa, I want more."

Really smiled faintly.

"it is good."

Cooking is like that sometimes, it can fill you when people are empty.

Perhaps it’s just the stomach that fills up, but the soul seems to be redeemed.

How many people have been sad at night, but feel happy because of a supper.

Sometimes, maybe it’s not just your stomach that fills your stomach.