Chapter 110 It’s snowing

As he said this, Fukasakusen's movements were not slow and he picked up another fried green worm.

"Really?" This made Zhimaxian 그 suspicious.

"Hmm... um, really..." Fukasaku Sen그 nodded repeatedly, chewing the fragrant and crispy caterpillars in his mouth.

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But the way Shima Sen그 looked at Fukasaku's Sen그 didn't look ordinary.

Thinking of this, Shimasen 그 picked up a fried caterpillar and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm? This tastes like it?" Zhimaxian just chewed a few mouthfuls, and his expression changed completely.

It swallowed the fried caterpillar in its mouth with a complicated expression, then stared at Qian He, silently for a long time.

"Mom, don't be sad. In fact, the food you cook is delicious!" Fukasaku-sen그 looked at Shima-sen그, licked the oil stains on his hands, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him softly. .

At this time, Qianhe was also a little embarrassed. Did it dampen Zhimaxian's enthusiasm for cooking?

Thinking of this, Qian He scratched his head, began to organize words in 뀞, and laughed: "Actually..."

"Boy! How did you cook it? Why is it so delicious? Even if you have been cooking since you were born, you still can't cook it so well!? How did you do it?"

Before Qianhe could say the words he had prepared to comfort Zhimaxian, Zhimaxian suddenly became excited, with such a fervent expression that he almost wanted to eat Qianhe alive.

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Qian He was stunned at first, the routine was wrong!

Shouldn't Zhimaxian be furious, then Qianhe be humble, and then both parties should find a way to get things done?

It seems that he still underestimated Shimasen's persistence in cooking.

Thinking of this, Qian He had an idea and pretended to be mysterious:

"Actually, it's very simple. I've never learned to cook at all."

"You haven't learned how to cook? How is this? Is this a talent?" Zhimaxian looked shocked. This kid has a good talent. He admitted that it would be normal to surpass him in practice in the future, but as someone who is addicted to cooking, how can he be so talented? A century-old housewife, she is not convinced when it comes to cooking.

"No, no, no! In fact, the reason why I cook such delicious dishes is that apart from occasional practice, the most important thing is that the recipes and secret recipes are all given to you!" Qian He shook his head repeatedly, and then flipped through the storage scroll. 눕A book, which is a recipe book he bought in a bookstore that specializes in cooking.

With that said, he handed the recipe to Shimasen그.

Zhimaxian그 took the recipe and immediately started flipping through it. Looking at the recipes for the various dishes on it, his expression became more and more serious. Especially when there were several pages of handwritten recipes at the back of the recipe, his eyes lit up even more. .

The handwritten recipes are all adapted by Qianhe based on some of his favorite dishes from previous memories.

Looking at Qian He, his eyes were filled with sighs:

"It turns out that the same dish is cooked in this way. How do human brains grow? It seems that I was too arrogant before..."

At the end of the sentence, Zhimaxian's tone was low.

At this time, Qian He quickly comforted him: "Actually, my cooking skills are completely incomparable to those of Shima Da그. I am far behind you.

In addition to recipes and secret recipes, the more important thing is actually these spices.

This is the key to making the dishes taste better.

In fact, with my level, there is no way to control the heat. If you are with your level, it will definitely be twice as delicious as mine. "

Qianhe blew it at the right time, coupled with Shuaibi Shota's sincere eyes and sincere attitude, Zhimaxian was obviously very helpful. He held the recipe in his hand tightly and regained his fighting spirit: "Boy, I must More than you!"

"Of course." Qian He nodded repeatedly.

Taking advantage of Qianhe's efforts to comfort Shimasen, Fukasakusen had already eaten a whole plate of fried caterpillars made by Qianhe, leaving only the last two.

Seeing that he had successfully passed the test, Qian He breathed a sigh of relief.

****

Konoha Village.

On the morning of December 5th, the last month of Konoha’s 50th year.

It's snowing.

It started to snow heavily last night, but today the snowflakes have become smaller.

Qianhe's home.

After morning exercise, Qianhe stood on the balcony and stretched out his hand.

The crystal snowflakes fell in her palms. Feeling the cool touch of the ice in her palms, Qian He looked at the melting snowflakes in her palms contentedly.

"Time flies so fast, more than a month has passed, and this year is almost over. I don't know when Fukasaku Sen그꺳땣 will calm down."

Recalling his life of more than a month, Qian He sighed softly, and his expression became a little strange.

Ever since Qianhe showed off his skills at Miaomu Mountain on October 30th, Zhimaxian has become addicted to cooking to an outrageous level.

Qianhe has delivered condiments to Miaomu Mountain three times in the past month.

Salt, pepper, chili sauce, tomato sauce, sweet noodle sauce, five-spice powder, soy sauce, cooking wine, oil, ginger, garlic, and Sichuan peppercorns are all delivered by the box.

After eating Shimasen그's new cuisine at Miaomu Mountain this month, Qianhe didn't dare to go to Miaomu Mountain.

Every time I go to Miaomu Mountain, Qianhe feels a hint of guilt when looking at Fukasaku Sen's helpless expression.

Little did he know that Zhimaxian's cooking talent was so poor that it was shocking.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s old or for other reasons, but the recipe clearly says half a spoonful of salt, but it turns out that it uses a spoon as big as a water ladle to shovel the salt.

In fact, Qianhe doesn't feel it's entirely Shimaxian's fault. You always have to keep trying when cooking. If you cook something like dark cooking a few times, it will become brighter.

Poor Fukasakusen 그 doesn’t know what kind of life he has been living this month. Anyway, after Qianhe drank the white worm soup with salt that settled on the bottom of the soup bowl, he has never been there except to deliver condiments. Miaomu Mountain.

According to Shimasen그, Gamabunta thought it was bland, while Fukasakusen found it salty.

For the sake of balance, it puts three shovels (water scoops) of salt when cooking for Bunta, and half a shovel (water scoop) of salt when cooking for Fukasakusen그.

It is said that Gamabunta repeatedly praised his cooking skills after eating them, so Shimasen became more and more confident in his salting skills.

He also created new dishes such as pickled caterpillars, hoping to surpass Qianhe and earn back the face of the housewife.

As for tasting dishes...

Fukasaku Immortal will not let you go!

"Qianhe! Qianhe!"

Just when Qianhe was wondering when 꺳땣 should go to Miaomu Mountain, a sweet and familiar voice sounded.

Standing on the balcony and looking down, Qian He felt his eyes light up. A girl wearing a black knee-length skirt, black stockings and pigtails stood outside the yard and waved to Qian He.

"Ayane, why are you here?"

Looking at Caiyin's outfit, the corners of Qianhe's mouth turned up unconsciously. This tone...

He likes it.

"How's it going? Yayoi said this is the most popular new model. Does it look good?"

Caiyin lifted her skirt slightly and spun around in front of Qianhe.

"I'm not afraid of your pride, Man." Qian He turned over and jumped off the balcony, giving a thumbs up with both hands.

Well, my hair has grown longer again.