Konoha Qiweiju

Chapter 184 Black bone rice
A plain black casserole that doesn't look any different.

Hanzo picked up the spoon on the side, tapped the black casserole lightly, and said with a smile, "Is this what you cooked for me?"

"Not bad. Zhenxiu special! Black bone rice."

"Black bone rice?"

Hanzo repeated Zhenxiu's words, but felt that the name sounded rather strange.

"Not bad, sir, please taste."

As Zhenxiu said, he lifted the black casserole lid.

In an instant, a golden light exploded from the casserole!

The golden light soared into the sky and rushed directly to the roof.

Hanzo was horrified, his body tensed immediately, and he even took out a handful of kunai with his left hand, entering a fighting state.

"Who are you? You actually want to plot against me?"

Hanzo said in a cold voice, his eyes full of vigilance.

In the golden light, the figure of a true cultivator is like the blessing of Buddha's light, looking mysterious and unpredictable.

Zhenxiu smiled faintly, and the golden light gradually faded, revealing the white rice in the black casserole.

On top of the rice, there is a strange luster.

A grain of rice is like a diamond.

Hanzo was still in a state of vigilance, and the meatball beside him opened his eyes and glanced at Hanzo with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Sir, you misunderstood. The golden light just now is just a part of my cooking, and it's not that I want to plot against you."

"Cooking will glow? It's ridiculous, how could this happen?"

Hanzo obviously didn't believe it.

"If you don't believe me, sir, you should be able to feel that I don't have the slightest malice or killing intent towards you, can I?"

Hanzo heard the words and took a look at Zhenxiu.

Indeed, the young man in front of him looked harmless to humans and animals, and he did not have any malice.

And when the golden light flashed just now, the boy didn't move at all.

Are you really overthinking it?

Thinking of this, most of Hanzo's guards have been lowered.

Powerful ninjas have their own perceptions.

This perception will be very sensitive in the face of danger.

And now, obviously, that's not the case.

"I misunderstood you."

As Hanzo said, he put away Kunai, and his eyes fell on the casserole.

What is the name of a dish that can shine?
Hanzo managed to be intrigued by the rice.

After putting down the guard, a strong smell of chicken came to the nostrils.

It seemed that the food in front of me was not rice, but a bowl of chicken soup.

"It tastes delicious, not like ordinary rice."

Hanzo was surprised.

"Young man, what is the mystery in this rice?"

"Mr. will understand after one bite."

"it is good."

Hanzo picked up the spoon he had just put down, and scooped up a mouthful of white rice.

The delicate luster is pleasing to the eye.

"This rice is really nice, I don't know how it tastes."

Hanzo said, putting that mouthful of rice into his mouth.

After chewing carefully, Hanzo suddenly opened his eyes!
"This taste!"

Hanzo looked at the rice in the casserole in disbelief, the taste was indescribable.

It is sweet in the mouth, and after chewing carefully, there is a delicious taste that keeps coming up.

The blood in the body also seemed to be boiling.

Top taste!
This taste not only comes from the rice, but also from the chicken.

Delicious chicken!

It was a taste of chicken that Hanzo had never tasted before.

Spoon after spoon, Hanzo couldn't stop.

Knowing that there was not a single grain of rice left in the casserole, Hanzo couldn't help but stop.

"This taste...is really amazing. I have lived for decades, and I have never eaten such delicious rice."

Hanzo murmured, and rolled the last grain of rice from the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

At this moment, there seemed to be a black chicken in his body about to take off.

Crowing!

Spread your wings!

"Unbelievable!"

Hanzo gave the final evaluation.

Zhenxiu smiled faintly, pulled off the headband on his forehead, and said softly: "The hospitality is not good!"

"Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved. No wonder the nobles of my country of rain are saying that your Qiweiju is indeed a rare top-level delicacy. How did your rice contain such a top-level chicken flavor?"

Hanzo asked curiously, puzzled.

Of course, he didn't really want to know how the dish was made.

But just a casual question.

"Mr. is satisfied. This black-bone rice is made by putting rice in the belly of a black-bone chicken and cooking it. It's not complicated."

"I see."

"Sir, I wonder how this dish makes you feel?"

"Feeling? It's delicious."

"Is it just delicious?"

Zhenxiu asked.

Hanzo froze for a moment, not understanding what Zhenxiu meant.

But Zhenxiu took out another casserole and opened the lid, revealing the dark chicken.

"what is this?"

"It's a silkie."

Zhenxiu took out the kitchen knife and cut open the belly of the silky chicken with a light stroke, exposing the rice inside.

It was exactly the same as what Hanzo ate just now.

Hanzo licked his lips, feeling a little greedy again.

"The ugly chicken hides delicious rice, and it has top-level delicacy. Sir, Shinobi Village is the same. No matter how ugly the appearance is, as long as the things inside are delicious, then it is a good Ninja Village. If combined with If the contents inside are also black, then this recipe is a failure."

There was something in Zhenxiu's words, which dispelled Hanzo's appetite.

The teenager seemed to be telling him something cryptically.

Hanzo raised his head and glanced at the boy again.

"what do you want to say?"

"Sir, you should understand."

"I don't know."

Hanzang's expression was serious, and he looked at Zhenxiu with a somewhat unkind gaze.

Zhenxiu smiled helplessly and said, "Then just think I'm talking nonsense."

"Hmph, a little chef is so talkative. Being talkative has wasted all his skills."

Hanzo snorted coldly, shook his hands and left.

Among the seven flavors, there is only one person and one cat left.

Rouqiu got up, walked to Zhenxiu's side, and bit off the half silky chicken and the rice in it.

"It tastes good. Give it to him, it's a waste."

Meatball complained.

Zhenxiu sighed and said, "Meatball, it seems we should leave here."

"It's time to go, stay here, I'm going to be moldy."

Meatball licked his cat's paw, obviously agreeing with this approach.

Zhenxiu smiled, looking at the wind chimes that were still ringing at the door, he was full of emotions.

The next day, Qiweiju disappeared in this small town.

When Hanzo came again, he looked at the empty place and clenched his fist with his right hand.

"Who is that boy?"

While Hanzo was wondering, a businessman on the side ran over with a black casserole and said, "Master Hanzo, the boss of Qiweiju gave this to me yesterday, and asked me to hand it over to you when I see you."

The casserole was opened, and it was the white rice.

Hanzo looked at the rice thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)