Konoha Qiweiju

There was silence between the pillars.

important and more important.

Hashirama made his choice and he has no regrets.

But he is sad.

No one can easily give up something that is extremely important to them.

The background of this world is indeed sad.

However, the world is still moving forward and will not wait in place.

Seeing Hashirama's silence, Zhenxiu didn't say anything more and just took out the dumpling wrappers.

Real cultivators won't be able to say nice things.

But when it comes to cooking, true practitioners still understand it more or less.

Mix soy sauce, refined salt, sugar, ground sesame seeds, cold water, pork fillings, ham, and shrimps to make dumpling fillings.

Then, take out two kinds of dumpling wrappers.

Rub rose water into one of the dumpling skins and dye it red.

The skins of these two kinds of dumplings are extremely thin. Even if they are added together, they are not as thick as ordinary dumpling skins.

Zhenxiu picked up two kinds of dumpling wrappers at the same time, one red and one white, and added the fillings.

There was an afterimage in my hand, and a dumpling was already wrapped.

It's just that this dumpling is not like an ordinary dumpling, the shape is completely different.

It looks more like a crown.

Ten in a cage, steamed over high heat.

While Hashirama was still frustrated, Shinshu had already finished cooking.

As the heat rises, the steamed dumplings come out of the basket.

"Brother-in-law, try it."

Zhenxiu shouted softly, and Hashirama raised his eyelids and glanced at the freshly steamed dumplings.

There is no fragrance, but there is a rush of heat.

In such a slightly cold season, it is enough to whet one's appetite.

Even Hashirama, who had just eaten the ecstasy rice, was a little eager to try it now.

"The shape of this dumpling..."

Hashirama looked at the dumplings and was quite surprised.

I have never seen dumplings like this before.

They don't even look like dumplings.

"Specially made by Zhenxiu! Crowning Dumplings!"

"Mian Ding Dumplings?"

"Brother-in-law, your dumplings look like a crown. If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. Brother-in-law, you are the first Hokage. You have too many responsibilities to shoulder. Sometimes you need two skins."

"Two skins?"

Zhu Jian was even more surprised when he heard this.

"To be precise, there are two faces. One white face, one red face. The white face represents treachery, evil, and darkness. The red face represents righteousness, and the good represents light. (The white-faced Cao Cao, the red-faced Guan Gong.)

Only when there is fire can there be shadow, and only when there is shadow can the light be protected."

Hashirama's expression changed, and he looked at Zhen Xiu in disbelief.

"From one point of view, Brother Tobirama has done a great job. He may become the most perfect Hokage in history. He is also the most suitable person to wear that crown."

Hashirama nodded silently.

How could he not know this?

In fact, he had long wanted to give his position to Tobirama.

Now this opportunity is just right, he has given up his position, and he can be regarded as having no official position.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the crown-top dumpling directly in his hand, regardless of how hot it was. Then he put it in his mouth and bit down hard.

The salty aroma of pork and ham.

Fresh shrimps.

The slight bitterness and sweetness of roses.

Three flavors burst out at the same time.

But soon, the pork ham was wrapped in white skin and became a whole.

The shrimp is fused with the red rose dumpling wrapper, giving it a unique taste.

The two flavors actually collided with each other in Zhu Jian's mouth.

The taste becomes richer.

Hashirama was surprised and chewed a few more mouthfuls.

The originally antagonistic flavors merged together again under the bite.

Salty, fresh, bitter and sweet!

All five flavors come together!

He left a final blow on the tip of Hashirama's tongue.

Perfect!

Every seasoning and every ingredient has its own role and its own strengths.

There is no conflict at all, only harmony.

It's this harmony that creates this explosion of deliciousness.

Hashirama closed his eyes.

Zhenxiu's cuisine has never disappointed him.

This time, it's the same.

Aftertaste the delicious food on my tongue and think back to the words Zhenxiu just said.

Suddenly, Hashirama understood something.

The bitterness in my heart dissipated slightly, and I felt much better.

"Thank you, Zhenxiu."

"Brother-in-law, this is too polite. We are a family." Zhenxiu said with a smile.

"Sometimes I really wonder, are you really just a young man? You always seem to understand a lot of feelings that none of us have experienced."

"Brother-in-law, I'm not young anymore. I'm already twenty-six."

"Hahaha, twenty-six is ​​still very young. Judging from the longevity of your Uzumaki clan, you don't have any old injuries, so it wouldn't be unusual even if you lived to be a hundred. I don't know what Konoha will be like at that time.

"

Hashirama said, quite a bit longingly.

It's a pity that he probably won't see that day again.

Hashirama patted Zhenxiu on the shoulder, stood up and left.

Coming here is indeed the right decision.

He feels much better.

Looking at Hashirama's leaving figure, Zhenxiu sighed silently.

"Alas, my brother-in-law still can't change his habit of eating Overlord Meal."

The next day, when Zhen Xiu's desolation had not yet dissipated, someone came.

One big and one small, two with white hair.

"Aren?"

Seeing Hatake Ren walk into the store, Zhenxiu was a little surprised.

He hasn't seen this guy for some days.

Looking at the white-haired kid next to Hatake Ren, Zhenxiu already understood what this guy meant.

The real cultivator was not polite and directly extended his right hand.

Hatake Blade understood the idea and took out his bankbook.

"Owner of the black shop, there are 3.6 million taels here, which is Sakumo's one-year cooking fee. The password is your birthday. I'm sorry to bother you."

Zhenxiu took it and was a little surprised.

"When did you get so much money?"

"I'm an elite Jonin. I'm back after a few missions."

Hatake Ren's tone of rich man made Shinsu quite envious.

Sure enough, ninja is also a profession that makes money very quickly.

Shinshu looked at Sakumo. This little kid who was only six years old had some shadow of future Kakashi.

But there is no mask.

Hatake Sakumo, Konoha White Fang.

At his peak, even the Sannin were in awe of him.

It's a pity that he died under his own White Fang dagger in the end.

The hero is short of breath.

Six-year-old Hatake Sakumo already has some signs of precocity.

There is probably no genius in this world who is not premature.

Seven-year-old Itachi sees things through the Hokage's eyes.

Ten-year-old Minato married his future daughter-in-law, Kushina Uzumaki.

At the age of twelve, Jiraiya learned to peek into the women's bathhouse.

Twelve-year-old Naruto has developed the first secret technique in the ninja world, the art of seduction.

They are all talents.

"Father, do I really want to practice in this shop?"

Sakumo frowned, quite puzzled.

"Sakumo, work hard as a vegetable cutter here. This is how my father came here back then. As long as you work hard, your Hatake sword skills will show a terrifying edge. It won't be a problem to surpass me in time."

"I understand, father, and I won't let you down."

Hatake Ren touched Sakumo's head lovingly, with a look of relief on his face.

In this way, no one can disturb the world between him and Rei Inuzuka.