In Konoha, Naruto lies down

Ino walked forward with her head down. The path was a little muddy, probably because it had rained yesterday. Her shoes were covered in mud, but she didn't notice it at all.

"My grandmother had been ill for many years, and it cost a lot of money. We couldn't even afford a servant, and she couldn't cook. She took medicine every day."

"The year I came, my grandmother broke her hand cleaning the house for me. She used the money she would have spent on medicine to buy me food, but the food she cooked wasn't tasty and took a long time to prepare."

"When I ate something wrong, my grandmother panicked and asked someone to send me to the doctor. When my father came over after hearing the news, she scolded him."

"Later, when I secretly went back to see her..." Ino stopped and her voice became choked, "She was almost dying of illness. If I hadn't gone back then, I would no longer have a grandmother."

Naruto hugged her gently and waited for Ino to calm down before he spoke to comfort her.

"It's okay. What happened in the past is in the past. Aren't you back to see your grandmother again?"

"Also...don't cry later, or your grandmother will think I bullied you."

Ino burst into laughter and pushed him.

"You've always bullied me."

"Don't say such nonsense. What do you mean I've been bullying you? Honestly, don't you feel good...Ah!! Ino, don't attack me so suddenly!"

The old lady's ancestral house was very large, and most of the yard was deserted. But the yard where the old lady lived was empty, yet very clean.

Outside the courtyard, he saw Ino seemed very nervous and asked in confusion.

"You come here so often and still feel nervous?"

"Grandma doesn't like outsiders." Ino looked at him worriedly and bit her lower lip nervously.

Naruto was stunned for a moment, his head buzzing.

"Didn't you tell the old lady in advance?"

"No." She shook her head. Seeing Naruto gasp, she quickly explained, "Although my grandmother doesn't like outsiders, as long as someone comes, she won't..."

"Tsundere?" Naruto asked tentatively.

"Don't say that..." Ino pulled his sleeve and lowered her voice. When the spring breeze blew, she nodded quietly again.

"Oh, that's easy." He muttered softly.

Knock on the door.

An old lady with silver hair was standing at the door. She saw Ino's serious expression soften slightly, and then frowned slightly when she glanced at Naruto next to her.

"Grandma, he is..." Ino saw the old lady frowning, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly began to explain.

"Uzumaki Naruto." He didn't wait for Ino to speak, and took the initiative to speak, "A friend of Ino's, specially accompanied to see the grandmother."

He didn't know what to call the old lady. He couldn't really call her "old lady". He just followed Ino's lead, knowing he would have to change his name sooner or later.

The old woman was a bit hunched over, with a face like bark dotted with age spots. Her silver hair was neatly combed, and her expression was serious.

"Grandma..." Ino called out as if begging.

"Come in, I'll cook for you." The old lady glanced at Naruto, slowly turned around, and walked towards the yard with a unsteady gait.

"Don't mind it...my grandmother is like that. She's actually very soft-hearted." Ino lowered her voice, and while the old lady was walking in front, she pulled Naruto's clothes and spoke in his ear.

"I see." He responded.

On their first meeting, he wasn't overly enthusiastic and just observed the old lady out of habit. Combining what Ino had said, he guessed the old lady's personality was rather aloof, so he immediately gave up the idea of ​​giving her a gift.

While cooking, he pulled Ino over and said, "Get your old lady out of here. I'll cook."

"Ah? Is that possible? My grandmother won't let me cook." Ino was a little surprised. "If I insist on cooking, she'll get angry."

"I won't be angry. Your old lady is reluctant to order her precious granddaughter around, but I'm different." Naruto pushed her gently, "If you don't believe me, let's make a bet."

"What are you gambling?"

"Come here and I'll tell you."

"No, it's definitely not a good thing." Ino pushed him and said proudly, "I won't bet anymore. I'll trust you for once."

"He wants to cook?" The old lady was a little surprised and looked at Ino a few times. Time flew by and it seemed like Ino was only as tall as her knees yesterday.

Ino didn't know that the old lady was actually reminiscing about the past. Seeing the old lady in a daze, she thought she was unhappy and immediately became nervous.

"Grandma...what's wrong with you?"

"Well, if he wants to do it, let him do it." The old lady had no expression, but seemed a little unhappy. "Little Ino, come into the room with your grandmother and sit for a while."

"Oh, okay, grandma." Ino smiled brightly. He really guessed it right.

.......

"He really went to cook." Ino withdrew half of her body from the door and said with a smile, "Grandma, he took the initiative to ask to cook because he was worried that you would be tired."

Hearing this, the old lady was a little unhappy. She thought to herself that she was still here and she was speaking for an outsider, but she would not be angry with Ino.

"When did you meet?"

"It's been a long time, hasn't it? When did we meet?" Ino looked up and thought for a moment. "We've known each other since we were very young, but we really got to know each other the year we graduated from Ninja Academy."

"Why, you never told me much about it before?" The old lady leaned back in her chair.

"I did say that!" Ino lowered her voice. "It's just...I only said it when you were asleep. It's not my fault."

old lady:"........."

From the other end of the kitchen came the sounds of cooking, the sizzling of flames and the clattering of woks, as if they were renovating their house.

"Can he cook?" the old lady couldn't help but asked in a stiff tone.

"Maybe...right." Ino ran to the door and leaned half of her body out to look outside. Hearing the noise, she felt a little unconfident.

She swallowed and said, "I'll go and take a look."

old lady:"........."

Less than two minutes later, Ino hurried back in. The old lady was still leaning back in the chair, her posture unchanged, looking at her from a distance and asking.

"what did he say?"

"He said..." Ino's face looked a little unhappy, "He said it's okay."

In fact, when Ino asked him why cooking was like demolition, the guy just turned around and smiled in front of the exploding flames, and said shamelessly.

How can I make my presence felt in front of the old lady without making too much noise?

Although Ino didn't know what Naruto was up to, she knew he was trying to please his grandmother for her own sake. Although she said she disliked him, she was still touched in her heart.

"What's his name?"

"Uzumaki Naruto, grandma." Ino came closer and combed the old lady's hair, with a gleam in her eyes.

"Did he say he wanted to cook?"

"Yeah!" Ino said, "Actually, he's quite nice, Grandma. Do you know? Once on my birthday, Naruto set off fireworks for me alone..."

"Then he is not bad." The old lady was very frugal with her words.

"Yes, Naruto is a very good person! It's just that he can be a bit mean sometimes and likes to make me angry." Ino realized that she had let the cat out of the bag halfway through her sentence and quickly tried to make up for him.

"Actually, I'm not angry. I'm just pretending."

She had completely forgotten about the tears she shed on the steam train. She only said good things in front of the old lady and never said bad things. She didn't dare to say that there was a Hinata between them.

"Yeah." The old lady nodded and said nothing more.

Not long after, the food was served.

Four dishes and a miso soup, authentic Konoha style. Naruto rarely cooks, but he has watched Sakura cook more often, so he took note of the recipe.

It’s not too difficult to replicate it. The taste is not as good as Sakura’s, but it’s still pretty good.

The old lady took a bite and said nothing, just eating slowly. Naruto raised his eyebrows, thinking that this old lady was indeed a bit arrogant.

But looking at her elegant eating posture, it seemed as if the food was equally good or bad, which seemed to imply that she was indifferent to wealth or fame or disgrace.

It's not hard to guess that before Ino was born, the old lady probably lived a life of nobility. Then came the things Ino described. Now she is deserted by everyone, with only her little granddaughter left.

Thinking of this, Naruto felt strangely guilty, as if he was taking away the old lady's only talking relative, but he quickly felt relieved after thinking about it.

This wasn't really a robbery; Ino was his to begin with. And the old lady had gained another relative. Buy one, get two free. No, get three free. It was a bloody profit.

Besides, only the old lady has this treatment. If it were Hinata Hiashi, he would definitely not be so proactive.

"Delicious!" Ino said in surprise.

Chapter 306: Holding hands or touching, it’s comfortable to be together, Ino A

Naruto thought to himself, "What's with that unexpected tone of voice?" He glanced at the old lady secretly, and sure enough, her face wasn't looking very good. He couldn't help but sigh secretly.

After dinner, he cleared away the dishes.

He was only about 5 feet 4 inches tall, but he was very skilled in the small kitchen sink. After finishing, he leaned against the door to rest, leaving the dishes on the rack to drain.

Under the dim light, he habitually reached for a glass of water. He'd smoked before coming to this world, but he'd stopped since crossing over.

The main thing is that I don’t have any worries or addictions, so I just drink more water.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Ino appeared out of nowhere, holding a glass of water, and handed it to him with a smile, "Here, I guess you're looking for this?"

"Thank you." Naruto took it without hesitation.

"You guessed it right. How did you know that grandma would agree to let you cook?" Ino asked curiously, standing beside him.

"Let's not talk about that for now. Where is your grandmother?" he asked.

"Grandma is tired and went to rest." Ino replied.

"That's good." Naruto took a sip of water and glanced at her slowly, "The old lady is narrow-minded. If she hears it later, it will be troublesome."

"What are you talking about?" Ino hit him lightly in annoyance, "You are not allowed to talk about grandma like that."

"Oh, okay, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me."

In such small matters, he was willing to accommodate Ino, including cooking for the old lady, which for him was just a way to make the old lady happy.

Whether or not she succeeds, Ino will be very happy.

"The old lady is quite arrogant. She probably thinks I'm your boyfriend, so she'll definitely want to order me around." Naruto said, "If it were me, I would also want to test her."

"It's that simple?"

"What else?" Naruto was speechless. "After this period of time, the old lady will have no chance to get to know me. Isn't she afraid that I will eat you up completely when I return?"

"No matter how arrogant I am, I will put aside my temper for you and help you find out if I am a bad person."

"After all, the old lady still loves her granddaughter very much, but she doesn't show it on her face. Who knows what she's thinking of me in her heart? I guess she wants to beat the person who kidnapped her granddaughter away with a broom."

"Hmm." Ino didn't know what to say, "Who would be eaten up by you, you..."

"Where are we going to sleep tonight?" Naruto didn't dwell on the matter of eating cleanly, but instead became concerned about where to sleep at night.

"Want to sleep with me? You wish, Luluo!" Ino didn't fall for it, made a face and ran away.

Naruto didn't care and put the cup aside. He stood in the dim corridor for a while, then silently turned around and returned to the living room with the cup.

The bathroom light was on, so Naruto simply sat down on the sofa. The old lady had probably already gone to bed, and the living room was quiet, with an old crystal chandelier lit above.

With a click, a ray of light appeared from the other side of the bathroom. The old floor had faded in color, but it remained visibly clean. I guess the old lady would clean it carefully on a regular basis.

The only area of ​​carpet in the living room was around the sofa; the rest of the carpet had been removed. Perhaps it was too much trouble to clean, so they simply removed it.

Ino came out wearing loose pajamas, her whole body was emitting a wisp of white steam, and her skin was white with a pink tint.

"You can sleep in another room tonight. I've cleaned it. You can stay here for a few nights." Ino sat down on the other side of the sofa, wiped her wet hair and said.

"What about you?" he asked.

"The room next to my grandmother, give up, I will never let you succeed! Pervert!" Ino showed a look of contempt and said something insincerely.

"You're going too far. I'm not that superficial." He said as he slept on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling.

"No way." Ino muttered, but her tone softened immediately. "Thank you for accompanying me to visit my grandmother. I..."

"Who made you beautiful?"

Ino: “…”

He threw down a sentence and stood up to take a shower. His clothes were thrown in the sealed space, and he could take them out with just a flick of his hand. He grabbed a set of pajamas and was about to leave when he heard Ino ask from the sofa.

“What if I’m not pretty?”