Naruto: Big Foodie

The process of waiting for the food is to constantly breed expectations.

It is because of the persistent pursuit of food by human beings that there will be more and more rich dishes.

Orochimaru's patience has always been very good.

But he found out today that he was a little impatient and wanted to eat Yang Ming's food earlier.

This feeling is really unfamiliar to Orochimaru.

Even in the Ninja World War, when he led a large army to fight against the enemy, he could endure starvation in the wild in order to ambush the enemy.

But now, in the peaceful heart of Orochimaru, Yang Ming's food was like a stone falling, causing waves of waves.

Holding the steaming egg fried rice, when Bai walked in a windy way, the diners turned around frequently, and each came to Orochimaru.

Orochimaru observed closely, and could see that after a busy period of work, a layer of sweat appeared on both sides of Bai Junqiao's face, and his expression was a little tired.

However, as a waiter in Yang Ming's small shop, Bai has a very good self-cultivation. He knows that he represents the external face of the small shop. No matter how hard or tired he is, he still pretends that nothing has happened.

Bai squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth, looking very natural and beautiful, and said in a slightly apologetic tone: "I kept you waiting for a long time, this is the egg fried rice you ordered, please take it slow."

Anyone who sees Bai's smile will be moved by his sincerity.

Even though his blood was as cold as Orochimaru, his heart felt a little warmer at this moment, as if the ice had touched the sunshine of spring, and he felt very comfortable.

Orochimaru's stiff face, forcibly pulled out an arc, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

If someone who is familiar with Orochimaru is here, and sees Orochimaru, they will smile so approachably, instead of being crazy or cruel in normal times, they will definitely think that they are seeing the wrong person.

In fact, time is a butcher's knife.

Back then, when Orochimaru was a pure and innocent little lady, she also had a lot of positive energy in her heart.

In the prosperous years, he was high-spirited, scolded Fang Qiu, pointed the country, and the strong people in the dirt wanted to compete with the gods.

It is a pity that the cruelty of war and the despicableness of human nature have completely destroyed the pure Orochimaru, especially the death of his parents.

From then on, the ninja world lost a positive genius, and there was a gloomy and despicable conspirator.

Not everyone is like Naruto. Even if they encounter any setbacks, they can maintain the innocence and persistence they once had.

Not everyone is as lucky as Naruto. As a child of destiny, he can always turn bad luck into good luck, and the more the war, the stronger he becomes.

Orochimaru is just a member of this plethora of living beings. He just has more talent than ordinary people, giving him the right to control his own destiny and not be dominated by others.

Orochimaru looked at the egg fried rice in front of him, and his heart suddenly warmed.

Back then, when he was young, his mother once cooked egg fried rice for him.

However, his mother's craftsmanship was not as superb as Yang Ming's. The eggs were fried to shreds, the rice was fried black, and had a strong burnt smell.

Recalling the past, there is only a deep sense of melancholy.

Orochimaru picked up a porcelain-white spoon and scooped up a corner of the egg fried rice.

I saw that the rice grains of egg fried rice were distinct and full, and the layer of egg liquid on the top was like gold casting, which tightly wrapped each grain of rice, like gold, and it seemed to glow under the light.

Orochimaru swallowed it in one bite.

In the past, for Orochimaru, eating was just a daily way of replenishing energy in the body.

But in Yang Ming's shop, the definition of eating has been redefined.

It turns out that eating is a kind of enjoyment.

At this moment, Orochimaru is not a strong man in the world of forbearance, nor is he a fearful executioner.

Without any outside interference, detached from the shackles of identity, just simply taste the food.

When the Orochimaru starts between the teeth, slowly chew the fried rice with eggs, grains of rice are like grains of beans, the taste is very good, there is no sticky feeling, and there will be no bumps like eating grit.

The grains of rice were very soft, and when the teeth touched it lightly, they suddenly shattered, exuding a mellow fragrance.

Suddenly, the whole tongue was filled with the aroma.

It's not that Orochimaru hasn't tasted delicious, but those so-called master chefs are destined to be eclipsed in front of this bowl of egg fried rice.

There is nothing fancy or pompous, just a simple plate of fried rice with eggs, but it is worth a thousand words.

Orochimaru gently closed his eyes, feeling the tranquility of his soul at the moment, as well as the supreme delicacy in his mouth.

At this moment, his heart, which had not been moved for a long time, was suddenly touched by the softest part.

In a trance, a vague figure appeared in front of Orochimaru, wearing simple clothes behind his back, busy in front of the stove.

Although it was just a back figure, it deeply stabbed Orochimaru's nerves.

Because this is his mother's back.

Vaguely, he seemed to see his mother's slightly clumsy skills. One accidentally put too much firewood, and suddenly a powerful flame broke out, leaking from the bottom of the whole pot, and splashing. A little spark.

Then, a strong burning smell, accompanied by a thick black smoke, spread out, covering the entire kitchen, and pouring out towards the location of Orochimaru.

When Orochimaru opened his eyes, he only felt a little wet in the eye sockets.

He wiped it with his hand and found that it was actually crystal tears.

Orochimaru's stiff face twitched slightly, revealing a smile that was not a smile, and muttered to himself in a low voice, "I really didn't expect..."

Fortunately, Orochimaru thinks that no one recognizes him, and it's just a little gaffe.

Only in Yang Ming's shop would he relax a little and show his true temperament.

After all, no one is born sinister and cold-blooded.

However, as a superior, sometimes wearing a mask for a long time, the mask will replace his original character.

When an egg fried rice was eaten, Orochimaru still felt hungry.

For a powerhouse of his level, eating a meal is several times that of an ordinary person, which is also a sparse and ordinary thing.

However, Orochimaru ordered two dishes cautiously in order not to attract the attention of others.

Unfortunately, Orochimaru never dreamed that he didn't attract the attention of others, but he attracted the attention of Yang Ming's system!

When a lotus was born under Bai's feet, he dragged a tray and put a bowl of beef ramen in front of Orochimaru, which opened the prelude to Orochimaru's sad life.

For this bowl of beef ramen, Yang Ming used Niang Huaquan to cook the noodles. Every slender one was inseparable from Yang Ming's full of malice.

Orochimaru looked at the beef ramen, because there was a beautiful jade egg fried rice in front of it, and he was full of expectations for it.

"I don't know, what surprises will this bowl of beef ramen give me?" Orochimaru thought to himself.