Chapter 110 It’s Snowing

As he said this, Fukasaku Sennin's movements were not slow and he picked up another fried caterpillar.

"Really?" This made Sennin Shima become suspicious.

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

? ? ?

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

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

"Huh? This taste?" Shima Sennin 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 also delicious!" Fukasaku Sennin looked at Shima Sennin, 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. Was it a little too dampening to Shima Sennin's enthusiasm for cooking?

Thinking of this, Qian He scratched his head, began to formulate words in his mind, and sneered: "Actually..."

"Boy! How did you cook it? Why is it so delicious? Even if you had been cooking since you were born, you still wouldn't be able to cook it so well!? How did you do it?"

Before Qianhe could say the words he had prepared to comfort Immortal Shima, Immortal Shima suddenly became excited, and with such a fervent expression, he simply wanted to eat Qianhe alive.

? ? ?

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

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

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

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

"It's actually very simple. I have never learned to cook at all."

"Never learned to cook? How is this possible? Is this a talent?" Shima Sennin was shocked. This kid has great talent. He admitted that it would be normal for him to surpass him in strength in the future, but as a family who has been addicted to cooking for hundreds of years, Housewife, she is not convinced when it comes to cooking.

"No, no, no! In fact, the reason why I can make 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. Published a book, which was exactly the cookbook he bought in the bookstore, specifically for cooking.

With that said, he handed the recipe to Shima Sennin.

Shima Sennin 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 more than ten pages of handwritten recipes at the back of the recipe, his eyes lit up. .

The handwritten recipes were all adapted from Qianhe's favorite dishes from his past life memories.

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

"It turns out that the same dish can be prepared in such a way. How does the human brain grow? It seems that I was too arrogant before..."

At the end of the sentence, Shima Sennin spoke in a low tone.

At this time, Qian He hurriedly comforted him: "Actually, my cooking skills are completely incomparable to Master Shima. 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 food taste better.

In fact, at my level, there is no way to control the heat. If you are at your level, it will definitely taste ten times better than mine. "

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

"Of course." Qian He nodded repeatedly.

While Qianhe was comforting Shima Sennin, Fukasaku Sennin had already finished 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 wonder when Fukasaku Sennin will be able to calm down."

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

Ever since Qianhe showed off his skills at Mt. Myoki on October 30, Shima Sennin 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.

Ever since he ate Shima Sennin's new cuisine at Mt. Miaomu this month, Qianhe didn't dare to go to Mt. Miaomu anymore.

Every time he went to Miaomu Mountain, Qianhe felt a hint of guilt in his heart when he looked at Fukasaku Sen's expression of hopelessness.

Little did he know that Shima Sennin's cooking talent was so terrible.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s old or for some other reason, 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 felt that he couldn't blame Shima Sennin completely. Cooking always requires constant experimentation. The more times you cook something like dark cooking, the brighter it will be.

Poor Fukasaku Sennin 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 never went to Miao except to deliver condiments. The mountain is gone.

According to Shima Sennin, Gamabunta thought it was bland for cooking, while Fukasaku Sennin thought it was salty.

To balance it out, it put three shovels (water scoops) of salt when cooking for Bunta, and half a shovel (water scoop) of salt when cooking for Fukasaku Sennin.

It is said that Gamabunta repeatedly praised his cooking skills after eating it, so Shima Sennin 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 Sennin does his duty!

"Qianhe! Qianhe!"

Just when Qian He was wondering when he could 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, full marks." Qian He turned over and jumped off the balcony, giving a thumbs up with both hands.

Well, my hair has grown longer again.

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