Konoha: The Gu Master Creates the Hokage

Tsunade tilted her head slightly, asking with some confusion.

"Go buy groceries."

Yu Nu Zhihui extended his hand and said.

Tsunade was taken aback, somewhat dazed.

Given her personality, she could ignore sweet words and such, but this kind of thing... made her feel a little flutter.

She didn't actually have any grand ambitions.

Becoming Hokage was a last resort.

"I have no money."

Tsunade gently patted his hand and walked straight over.

"That was not what I meant."

Yu Nuzhihui's lips twitched slightly as he spoke.

Tsunade ignored him, but a smile appeared on her face.

She reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

It was blown backward by the wind.

vegetable market.

Oil Girl Zhihui quickly bought all the ingredients for tonight's meal.

"Give me."

Tsunade glanced at it and casually took the plastic bag from his hand.

Oil Girl Zhihui looked at her with some surprise.

This is the first time.

"What's that look in your face?"

Tsunade rolled her eyes at him.

"nothing."

Aburame Shiki coughed and said, "Teacher, the Anbu have discovered the location of Otogakure."

"Otogakure?"

Tsunade's gaze sharpened, and she asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

"Bring Orochimaru back."

"That's what Zhihui the oil lady said casually."

"I'll go with you."

Tsunade replied without hesitation.

"I thought you would stop me."

Oil Girl Zhihui was stunned.

His prepared reasons were no longer useful.

"You're capable enough, so there's no harm in giving it a try."

Tsunade explained.

"You seem to lack confidence."

You Nu Zhihui understood the hidden meaning in her words.

"You don't understand Orochimaru. It won't be that easy to capture him."

Tsunade shook her head slightly and said.

"Shall we make a bet?"

Oil Girl Zhihui used the same trick again and asked a question.

"No gambling."

Tsunade refused outright.

The last bet made her realize there was a problem.

Therefore, she did not want to do it again.

"pity."

"I feel very sorry about it," said Zhihui, the oil-producing woman.

He had intended to use the weapon of causality, but it seems Orochimaru was a bit unlucky.

"help yourself!"

Tsunade shoved the plastic bag at him with displeasure.

She took a few steps forward, pushed open the door, took off her high-heeled sandals, and ran barefoot into the living room.

Tsunade casually tossed aside her tea-green coat, turned around, and leaned back, her ample buttocks sinking deep into the sofa.

She stretched out her arms and yawned, her top almost ripping apart.

Tsunade's lips curled up slightly as she said, "What are you standing there for? Go cook."

With difficulty, You Nuzhihui withdrew her gaze and turned to go to the kitchen.

Tsunade rested her head on the armrest of the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked smug.

She now finds the way Yu Nu Zhi Hui is so infatuated quite appealing.

The door opened.

Shizune walked in.

She was wearing black stockings, so her footsteps were lighter than Tsunade's.

"Tsunade-sama."

Shizune sighed and said, "You should pay more attention to your image."

What image should you pay attention to at home?

Tsunade slightly turned her body, causing the snow mountain to collapse, creating a breathtaking scene.

"I'm fine, but what about Zhihui?"

Silent eyelids twitched, a hint of envy in her heart.

That's the kind of magnanimity she wants to have.

"What happened to that kid?"

Tsunade asked, seemingly unconcerned.

"He's all grown up now."

Suddenly remembering something, Jingyin turned her head, her face slightly flushed.

After all, she had tried it.

Tsunade didn't notice the change in her expression; she was staring at the ceiling, somewhat lost in thought.

In the blink of an eye, he was no longer the little kid he used to be.

"Just a kid."

Tsunade gave a light snort and said stubbornly.

"I'm going to the kitchen."

Fearing that she would discover the problem, Jingyin did not linger any longer.

A rich aroma wafted through the air.

She couldn't help but purse her lips.

Jingyin stood at the door, watching You Nu Zhihui busy herself, without disturbing her.

She's not good at making this kind of dish, so she can't help.

"Sister Shizune".

Yu Nu Zhihui casually said, "Could you please inform Uncle Kai tomorrow and tell him not to accept any missions for the next two weeks?"

"Ok."

Shizune snapped out of her daze and said.

Oil Girl Zhihui remained silent.

Half an hour later, the Sichuan-style spicy chicken was plated and served.

Of course, it would be too frugal for three people to share one dish.

Besides Sichuan-style chicken, there are also stir-fried shredded pork and shredded potatoes.

"Let's eat."

Aburame Shiki handed Tsunade a pair of chopsticks.

Without hesitation, Tsunade picked up a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth.

Those pale pink lips were instantly stained with a layer of red oil.

"Wow! Delicious!"

Tsunade exhaled, waved her hand, and said, "Kid, pour the wine!"

Oil Girl Zhihui picked up the honey wine and poured herself a glass.

"hiss!"

Tsunade took a sip of the sake, and it became even spicier.

But she didn't care.