Naruto: Big Foodie

People who have never used a stove will never imagine how troublesome it is to cook.

Just burning wood, if you are not careful, you will smoke your face black, and a group of powder will get into your eyes, making you unable to open your eyes.

But these, for Uncle Yile, are really pediatrics, there is no such thing at all.

Whether it is putting the firewood in the eye of the stove under the stove, or burning the firewood and heating the pot, Uncle Yile walks like running water and is very smooth. enjoy.

It's like dancing.

Yes, just like dancing, every movement of Uncle Yile, if you break them down one by one, you will find that one more is too much, and one less is too little.

Uncle Yile actually eliminated all unnecessary actions, leaving only the most essential parts.

Refined and convenient!

This is one of the secrets of Uncle Yile's fame for many years!

After ten years of sharpening a sword, Frostblade has never tried it!

At this moment, Uncle Yile is like a sword that has been polished for many years, and this moment finally shows his edge!

Hissing, pattering.

When the iron pot was burned to black and red, the golden cooking oil and a few finely chopped garlic granules were immediately put into the pot, and there was a strange noise, and then a mellow fragrance spread out.

Uncle Yile skillfully scalded the oil, so that the perimeter of the wok was covered with a little oil to prevent the vegetables from sticking to the wok when cooking, and also made the cold cooking oil heat up quickly and become scalding hot.

it's time!

Uncle Yile picked up a pot of steamed rice, poured it into the iron pot with a clatter.

In an instant, a flame rose up, passed over the rice, and covered it.

If I were a newbie, I would have panicked at this time, and I would definitely plan to put out the flames on the iron pot first.

Uncle Ke Yile is different!

Grabbing the handle of the pot with his left hand, he suddenly used force to stir fry the rice.

Like a big wave hitting a reef, grains of white and tender rice fluttered in the air, drawing a beautiful arc, like a bird returning to its nest, and suddenly returning to the bottom of the pot.

At this time, just like a young man entering the society, he will definitely change his appearance. The round rice grains suddenly changed, dyed with a thin layer of golden yellow, and radiated brilliant light under the light, which was very beautiful.

After each grain of rice was covered with a layer of cooking oil, Uncle Yile turned his palm over, and the egg white and yolk flowed out when the two eggs collided.

In this process, Uncle Yile also didn't waste any time or give the rice a chance to burn!

Between the spatula flying, the rice is churning, the eggs are melding, and the aroma is fragrant!

Soon, the rice was cooked, and Uncle Yile poured the fried rice onto a white plate like a hill. Between the golden rice grains, the finely chopped eggs were evenly mixed, giving a neat layered feeling.

Finally, Uncle Yile sprinkled the chopped green onion on top, and in no time, the egg fried rice that belonged to Uncle Yile was ready.

"I really want to eat the egg fried rice made by Uncle Yile."

A viewer watching through the big screen, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and stared at the screen, as if his wish could be fulfilled.

"My God, Uncle Yile turns out not only the ramen noodles are delicious, but even the fried rice with eggs is so tempting."

An old customer of Yile Restaurant said that he would also go to the restaurant to eat Uncle Yile's egg fried rice in the future.

When Uncle Yile held a plate, he came to Sandaijin.

From a distance, Sandaimu could smell the smell of garlic mixed with the scent of eggs. It was very rich and very pleasant.

"Unfortunately, it's not enough!"

The three generations were expressionless and secretly said in their hearts.

For him, what egg fried rice has never been eaten before?

Whether it's egg fried rice made by enthusiastic villagers when they go down to the grassroots to observe people's sentiments, or egg fried rice cooked by the country's top chefs at a banquet hosted by a big name, it is not unheard of for the three generations to eat.

As the saying goes, once the sea was hard to become water, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.

Only he knows the taste of seeing the sea and the mountains and seeing the fish and shrimp in the lake again.

"Lord Hokage, please take it slow."

Uncle Yile brought the plate to Sandai's current table, even he would not dare to act rashly in front of Sandai's eyes, and said softly.

"Thanks a lot."

Sandaimu glanced at Uncle Yile with eyes full of gratitude, then picked up the spoon and cut a corner off the plate.

Swallow...

Sandaimu closed his eyes slightly, chewed with full heart, and tasted the food cooked by Uncle Yile with all his heart.

The third generation of eyes sometimes frowned, sometimes ditched, and the nervous Uncle Yile was startled by him. He felt that this short wait was like a long war of separatism, and his heart was burning with anxiety. .

"Well, fried rice is hot but not burnt, and eggs are broken but not rotten. It can be said that the word "fried" has been integrated into the realm, and it has won the true meaning."

Sandaimu put down the spoon, and said slowly in a long tone, as if he was still thinking about it.

"Yile, you cook fried rice very well."

Sandaimu commented.

"Thank you, Hokage-sama. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Uncle Yile said excitedly.

This kind of excitement, like a scholar dying for a confidant, made Uncle Yile finally find a gourmet who can truly know his craft.

"But..." The third generation turned his voice and looked at Yang Ming: "Yile, don't take it lightly, there is a mysterious little friend there."

"Lord Hokage, I don't think this is necessary!"

Uncle Yile looked at Sandaimu with certainty and said, "The reason why he can cook so-called delicious food is probably because of some mysterious ingredients. Now in this unfamiliar environment, I don't believe what else he can do. something."

"Really..." The third generation looked unpredictable, "Then let's wait and see."

How could he not think of this as a wily man, otherwise, as the organizer and referee, why would Sandaimu have to work hard and specially stipulate that the ingredients provided by the village should be used for cooking?

Everything is just a calculation.

And Yang Ming's cooking secrets are only part of this calculation.

The third generation also wanted to know if Yang Ming could really use any material to cook dishes that increase chakra.

If it is true, I can't tell, the third generation had no choice but to end the game in person, taking Yang Ming into the Hokage Building for heavy surveillance, and draining all his cooking secrets.

Don't underestimate the shadow of any village, especially the shadow of the five great countries, their integrity is sometimes just like that, if you want to break it, you will break it.

Back then, the first Hokage shocked the entire Hokage world, and the entire Konoha knew everything.

But what about now?

Under the intentional guidance of the third generation, the current Konoha villagers only know that the third generation is the strongest Naruto in history, but they have forgotten the first and second generation who once dominated the ninja world.