Konoha Qiweiju

Uchiha Mirror, the only Uchiha tribe who is recognized by the family.

In the future, with Sarutobi Hizaki, Shimura Danzo, Zhuan Koharu, Mito Menyan, and Qiudao Takufeng, five people will form a close guard team.

It can be said that he was the first person in Uchiha's history to enter the core of Konoha's high-level.

It is a pity that he died young.

Judging from today’s perception, this Uchiha mirror is indeed different from the average Uchiha people.

Zhenxiu shook his head slightly, without thinking any more.

The fate of Uchiha's clan has nothing to do with him.

He is not familiar with the Uchiha clan.

It can even be said that there is still enmity.

The former patriarch of the Uchiha clan still owes him a meal.

This kind of deep hatred, true cultivation will never forget.

"Uncle, leave that guy alone. Give me two cages of roasted wheat. I want to take it away."

Banshu said, handing over four tickets.

"Huh? Are you not going to class today?"

"Uncle, are you stupid? Today is the weekend, what class do you have."

Really patted his head, it seems like this.

Yesterday, I was taken aback by the door, and I forgot the time.

"When you are not working, it is easy to forget the specific date. What do you pack for? This siu mai must be eaten right away to experience the best taste."

"I can't do anything about it. I'm sick with Fengfeng, I'm going to see him. No, I just brought a siumai over as a sympathy.

Zhenxiu heard the words, and the little fat man appeared in his mind.

So a strong body can get sick?

It's strange.

"It turns out that this is the case, your kid is loyal, yes, uncle will pack it for you."

After packing, Zhenxiu gave Shao Mai to Banshu.

"Thank you, uncle."

Banshu walked away, Zhenxiu smiled.

It's nice to be young.

There are friends, ideals, ambitions, and not so much trouble.

Zhenxiu suddenly missed the things he had in school.

Unfortunately, that was a long time ago.

The appearance of those classmates in my memory gradually blurred.

The earlier business was still going on, and it was almost seven o'clock when the time came.

It was obvious that he couldn't wait to sleep well last night.

I just don't know if it is excited or angry.

"True kid, the time is up, you should give me an explanation."

Crossed his hands in the door and placed it in front of him, looking at Zhen Xiu indifferently.

"Big Brother Feijian, don't you need to be in such a hurry?"

"What? Not ready yet?"

The fingers in the door lightly tapped the biceps that I could see, and his eyes were rather bad.

Zhen Xiu Gan laughed twice and said quickly: "Hey, of course you are ready. Brother Jianjian, come in and talk."

After entering the Qiwei Ju, Zhenxiu closed the door.

The shop is brightly lit and not half dark.

"Brother Feijian, pay the vegetable gold first, six hundred taels."

He gave a cold snort, but did not refuse.

After receiving the money, the real corrections started.

Stir-fried okra!

Burst is an ordinary explosion.

Frying is ordinary frying.

But the okra is not an ordinary okra, but a water-lily okra that has been purchased for ten points.

What is the concept of ten points?

The encouragement of the god of ninja is only ten points.

After the Qixing knife came out, Zhenxiu chose one of the most suitable kitchen knives to pick it up, and waved the knife light at the ten okra in front of him.

The sword light bursts, hiding terrible power.

He frowned slightly, looking at Zhenxiu's hands with a little surprise.

This kind of knife is by no means an ordinary method of cutting vegetables.

Between advance and retreat, compared to the murderous swordsmanship of fighting on the battlefield, he did not lose at all.

Feijian itself is a master of swordsmanship, and a Thor's sword resounds through the world of Ninja.

At this moment, seeing the real sword technique, Fei Jian's heart couldn't help but say good.

It's a pity that this kind of knife is used to cut vegetables.

At this time, Kenma was sorting out all the sword techniques in Konoha, preparing to create a unique Konoha flow swordsmanship.

Right now the real sword technique seems to be extremely ingenious.

Maybe it can be added to it but not necessarily.

Before he could finish his thoughts, Zhenxiu had already cut the okra head and cut it into twenty equal parts.

One serving in two.

Start boiling water!

Sprinkle a small amount of table salt.

Wait for someone to boil, add the cut okra.

Boiled water!

Boiled okra is easier to cook and the color will be more beautiful.

More importantly, the loss of nutrients is small.

When the water was blanching, Zhen Xiu took out two cloves of garlic, and the knife light flashed and turned into garlic paste.

After blanching, take a slotted spoon and place the okra on the plate.

In another pot, pour the oil, heat, and pour the minced garlic.

Stir-fry the aroma, pour the okra, turn the pot!

Heat evenly, add salt, soy sauce, and steamed fish soy sauce.

Bump the pot again!

Stir-fry over high heat and serve!

A series of actions are smooth and flowing.

The fragrant stir-fried okra comes out of the pot.

Unremarkable.

There is no golden light.

Yes, it's just a faint fragrance.

"This is the food you prepared for me?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked dissatisfied.

This is even simpler than the previous bursting glutinous rice balls.

"Hey, brother Jianjian, you try."

Zhenxiu smiled mysteriously, leaving the room confused.

Thinking that true cultivation has always been pretty reliable, so I decided to believe this guy.

Pick up the chopsticks and gently clamp it.

It's still the ordinary okra.

No longer think about it, put it in your mouth.

Refreshing, smooth and tender.

Garlic aroma.

Everything is perfect.

But it's not enough to make Feijian feel amazing.

The okra that has not been treated too much has the ultimate taste.

Compared to the fancy cooking before the real cultivation, it can be regarded as extremely ordinary.

This stir-fried okra is at the same level as Zhenxiu's stir-fried Qingjiang cuisine.

The key to dream cooking lies in the word dream.

The taste is only auxiliary.

At least the taste of elementary fantasy cuisine is not as good as star cuisine.

The taste was good, and I quickly ate all those okra.

Putting down his chopsticks, he looked at Zhenxiu in the room.

"Can you tell me now, what is the effect of this dish?"

"Hey, brother, let's talk about it in another place, it's too small. It's not very convenient."

Too small?

not convenient?

I glanced suspiciously at Zhen Xiu, what does this kid want to do?

In order to know the effect of cooking as soon as possible, Jian Jian grabbed Zhen Xiu's shoulder.

The Art of Flying Thunder God!

call out!

In the blink of an eye, the two had already arrived outside Konoha.

"So fast!"

Zhenxiu came back to his senses, and only felt excited.

Is this space ninjutsu?

Sure enough, it was extraordinary.

"What about now? Really cultivate a kid."

"Brother Feijian, you are really anxious. Well, you can try your water escape now."

"Water escape?"

Suddenly, this dish seems to be related to water escape.

That being the case.

"Water escape! Water waves!"

Put your hands together, and then a huge stream of water rises like a tornado!

Like a waterfall!

"This!"

Shocked.

Own water escape is... the power has increased greatly!