Chapter 47 Want to Be Defeated by Uncle Yile?

It's Yang Ming's turn.

He twisted his neck, rolled up his sleeves, and stuffed the firewood into the stove.

His movements are very rusty, obviously inexperienced.

Anyone who has burned firewood knows that firewood that is too large or too small cannot be thrown into the stove, because firewood that is too large is not easy to burn, and firewood that is too small is easy to be burned to ashes, which will affect the temperature of cooking.

The dishes fried in this way are either easily burnt or half-baked.

Fortunately, Yang Ming had a system reminder, and replaced a pile of firewood with a moderate size.

Then, ignite the fire and heat the pot, the same process as Uncle Yile.

But looking at Yang Ming's novice appearance, almost everyone was disappointed.

In a corner of the auditorium, a couple were whispering.

"What, even a chef of this level dares to shout?"

"That's right, when I think of his invincible appearance just now, I get angry!"

Miyamoto Musashi was sitting next to them, and when he heard their yin and yang tone, he felt his heart was blocked and he couldn't vomit.

"You two, shut up!"

"Who are you, you!" The woman with thin lips in the couple gave Miyamoto Musashi an uncomfortable look, "I'll just talk about what's wrong, come and bite me if you have the ability!"

Her partner looked up and down Miyamoto Musashi's outfit, showing disdainful eyes, "Uncle, do you know what cooking is? Hehe, I'm afraid you don't even have a place to cook."

After being sung by the two of them, Miyamoto Musashi, an honest man, turned red with anger, and said bitterly, "Keep your eyes wide open and watch Boss Yang Ming win the game!"

"Hehehe." The man shrugged, with a disgusted expression, he put his arms around his girlfriend to chat, and stopped talking to Miyamoto Musashi.

the other side.

The grandson of Qianshou Tongjian was hung around his neck, and a muffled voice sounded: "Grandpa, I will test you with a question."

The old man Tongjian didn't have the usual haughty look, but had a peaceful expression. He stroked his grandson's little head, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, you've grown up, and you actually know that grandpa is going to be tested."

"Of course, it doesn't matter who I am?"

After being praised by his grandfather, the little grandson raised his head high and looked like a dragon: "Grandpa, guess, will that big brother win?"

"Well..." the old man Tongjian held his white beard and said, "I don't want to tell you if I know it."

"Hmph!" The little grandson turned his head awkwardly, "Grandpa must have said that without knowing it!"

"Yes, yes, it's Grandpa's mistake." The old man in Tongjian looked like I was afraid, and immediately coaxed the little grandson to smile.

During the busy period, the old man Tongjian cast his eyes on Yang Ming, his eyes full of worry.

He really likes what this guy cooks.

Yang Ming's dishes made him, an old man in Muye Village, feel a little bit of the feeling when the village was founded.

The same warmth, the same tranquility.

But now, the situation is very unfavorable for Yang Ming.

Can he win?

Countless people looked forward to it, pointing at Yang Ming on the screen with the mentality of watching Yang Ming joke.

As if so, they can transform into Yang Ming and compete with Uncle Yile on the same stage.

Under the eyes of everyone, under the eyes full of malice, Yang Ming was calm and unhurried, his shape was like flowing water, showing the demeanor of a generation of masters.

Soon, a plate of fried rice with eggs is ready.

Yang Ming personally brought the dish to Sandaimu.

For the first time, he saw the third generation so close.

The third generation is already old, the wrinkles on his face are like a knife carving, leaving deep marks, and age spots have also climbed up his face. If someone who doesn't know it, thinks that he is an ordinary old man.

What makes Sandaime different from others is his eyes.

Deep and pitch black, like a black hole, it can suck everything in the world into it.

When Yang Ming and the third generation looked at each other, he felt as if he had taken off his clothes, and he had no secrets to hide at all.

call!

Yang Ming took a deep breath, managed to recover from his sluggishness, and placed the dishes on the third generation's table.

"Master Hokage, please use it slowly."

"Thanks a lot."

Just like Uncle Yile, Sandaimu gave Yang Ming a grateful look, and then began to size up Yang Ming's fried rice with eggs.

Compared with Uncle Yile's egg fried rice, Yang Ming's egg fried rice has no fragrance at all, as if it has never appeared before.

On the clean white plate, the egg fried rice like a hill is very beautiful, each grain of rice is plump and plump, like casted in gold, exuding a faint golden color.

Under the light, this egg fried rice seems to be glowing!

The third generation looked at it for a long time, and a question came to mind.

"Where did the eggs go?"

That's right, in Yang Ming's egg fried rice, Sandaimu didn't see even a little egg!

But he clearly saw that Yang Ming laid four eggs!

With such a hint of curiosity, Third Generation picked up the spoon and cut a corner from the edge.

The third generation didn't remember to eat it, but put it under the nose first.

After sniffing, I still couldn't smell the fragrance at all.

The third generation looked at Yang Ming suspiciously, "Could it be that the other party is just a vain name?"

But looking at the rice in the spoon, like the gold washed by the big waves, exuding a charming brilliance, the third generation swallowed the question that came to his mouth.

Why think so much, let's talk after eating!

gulp...

Like a wheel rolling forward, grains of rice were instantly crushed under the chewing of the third generation.

"This is……"

The third generation suddenly opened his eyes wide, unable to believe it.

On the side, Uncle Yile came up nervously and said, "Master Hokage, is it too unpalatable?"

"No……"

The third generation shook his head and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing about the smell just now.

He has eaten the most expensive cuisine in the world, and also tasted weird dark delicacies.

But all his life, Sandaime only liked dishes cooked by one person.

And when the egg fried rice entered the mouth, in an instant, the fragrance contained in it exploded, as if a grenade was stuffed into his mouth, and the whole tongue was suddenly occupied by the fragrance.

That's the smell of eggs!

It turned out that the egg fried rice did not release the aroma, because all the aroma was accumulated in every grain of rice!

When the scent burst out, the third generation seemed to see a rooster in front of him, and suddenly raised his neck high, and let out a "clack-cluck" crow!

Sandaimu looked at Yang Ming with a complicated expression, and said, "May I ask, why can you make such fried rice with eggs?"

Originally, the third generation thought that Yang Ming would not reveal this culinary secret.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ming just said calmly: "Cooking with heart can make people happy."

This is the same as when a scumbag asks a bully why his academic performance is so good, and the bully answers: "Just study hard."

Sure enough, invisible pretense is the deadliest!

I am so happy today. I am ranked fifth on the recommendation list. It is really unexpected that I, a newbie, have such a result. Thank you for your support. I will add an update this Sunday!

Why a change, because I have a disabled hand, haha!