Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 59

Under the apprehensive eyes of Kakashi and the others, the special envoy and his party began to taste the delicacies of Yang Ming's shop.

The head of the special envoy picked up the chopsticks, pretending to be very tasteful and said: "Tsk tsk, look, the color of these chopsticks is dull and old, and the first impression it gave me is very bad, I don't even have the appetite to eat."

"fart!"

The old man Tongjian has the most irritable temper, and when he heard this, he immediately became upset.

Relying on being the longest of the Thousand Hands Clan, he walked over and poked the head of the special envoy with his finger on the nose.

"You little bastard, you don't even know what the chopsticks are made of, but you're still daimyo's special envoy!"

"you……"

The head of the special envoy's face was livid, "Where did you come from a troublemaker, how dare you talk to me like that?"

"Old man?" The old man in Tongjian pointed at himself, his head lifted proudly to the sky, "Hehe, when I drank tea and played chess with the previous generation of daimyo, you little bastard didn't know where to drink the northwest wind!"

The leader of the special envoy didn't believe it: "You are bragging!"

"Hmph!" The old man Tongjian looked at him contemptuously, "I don't change my surname when I'm going, and I don't change my name when I'm sitting, it's the same in Qianshou Tongjian!"

"what!"

The head of the special envoy's face changed drastically, and when he let go of his hand, the chopsticks clattered and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

But what happened next surprised the chief envoy even more.

The old man Tongjian ignored him, bent down to pick up the chopsticks when he was old.

Look at his precious appearance, like a lifeblood.

But the leader of the special envoy did not dare to neglect!

Because this person is Qianshoutongjian!
Although he is not a ninja, he is a close friend with the daimyo of the previous generation!

The head of the special envoy didn't dare to offend the old man Tongjian, so he quickly took out a tissue from his pocket and wanted to wipe the chopsticks.

Unexpectedly, the old man Tongjian didn't show any face, "Get your dirty hands off!"

After finishing speaking, he took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped the chopsticks carefully, as if he wanted to leave no trace of dust behind.

Afterwards, he returned the chopsticks to the head of the special envoy, and said coldly, "Eat quickly, and get the hell out of me when you're done eating!"

If someone else said that, the leader of the special envoy would definitely not show his face.

But to the old man Tongjian, he could only pretend to be his grandson, nodding and bowing his head in agreement.

After this farce, the leader of the special envoy was secretly shocked.

Oh my god, this small shop is too scary, not only the Jonin, but also the old immortals like Senshou Tongjian are here!

But so what?
He is going to kill Yang Ming today!

After all, the old man Tongjian was a friend of the previous generation of daimyos, but he has nothing to do with this generation of daimyos!

The leader of the special envoy sneered in his heart, no matter how unnatural your cooking Yang Ming is, I will sentence you to death!

So, he took a bite of noodles.

This is……

The elastic noodles are bouncing and dancing!
It's as if there are countless table tennis balls bouncing up and down in the tongue!

The leader of the special envoy ate this mouthful of noodles, and felt as if he had released a terrifying dragon, and his entire tongue was ravaged by an explosive taste.

A bit of taste buds, an inch of territory, was eroded by the magic dragon. In the end, only two words remained in the head of the special envoy...

good to eat!

It's so delicious that you forget it, it seems that all the troubles in the world have been thrown away!

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to those youthful years. He was still a young man who didn't know the dangers of the world.

At that time, he was the same as this moment, with no burden in his heart, only longing for the future.

People who are not in the middle of nowhere are juveniles.

In those years, the head of the special envoy saw the endless wars in the world, and thought about leveling the world with his sword, and became a great hero praised by everyone like the first generation of Hokage.

It's a pity that time is a butcher's knife, changing a person into an appearance that he didn't even recognize at the beginning.

The dream of the head of the special envoy who once became a great hero was smashed to pieces under the ruthlessness of the years, and even the fragments were worn down by time and could not be found as powder.

Society is a big dye vat, no matter what the leader of the special envoy does not want in his heart, in order to survive and live with dignity, he began to change himself.

"When did it start?"

The leader of the special envoy laughed at himself and closed his eyes, in order not to let others see his tears.

Even the head of the special envoy forgot that from a certain point on, he learned to wear a mask to live, flattering the rich and powerful, and playing tricks on the common people.

His life has also changed from a blank sheet of paper to being sprinkled with mottled colors, looking chaotic, and he will never regain the purity of the past.

For the sake of fame and fortune, the leader of the special envoy has exhausted all his efforts, and his heart has already been filled with exhaustion.

He misses the days when he lay foolishly on the grass, looking up at the starry sky, without any burden, and only lived for himself.

He missed those years when just listening to the radio, he could pass a day in a dull way, free and easy, comparable to a fairy.

Time flies, the vicissitudes of life.

The young man who was full of hope for the future back then has now become a special envoy who will use any means to reach the top.

He was pretty handsome back then, but affected by his state of mind over the years, his eyes became a little more ruthless and less innocent.

The head of the special envoy cried silently and smiled.

A bowl of beef ramen walked into the softest place in his heart.

With one mouthful of noodles and tears, the leader of the special envoy ate up all the noodles, and tears had already flowed across his face.

He looked around, but saw that other special envoys were also like himself, crying into tears.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent.

When the head of the special envoy ate all the other dishes and licked his lips, he felt that his whole soul was washed clean and glowed with a different kind of brilliance.

At this time, the leader of the special envoy no longer had the idea of ​​revenge on Yang Ming.

"Being able to make such a touching delicacy, how can he be let down in this kind of place?"

The head of the special envoy thought of his rough past, and at this moment he didn't want Yang Ming to repeat his tragedy.

So, he resolutely made a decision!
The head of the special envoy walked up to Yang Ming, and with a bang, he knelt down on both knees!
"Boss Yang Ming's culinary skills are unparalleled, rare in the world, his eyesight is poor, and he wants to cheat such a beautiful jade, he really deserves death!"

A flash of firmness flashed in the eyes of the head of the special envoy, "Please allow me to cut off my hand, in order to thank the world!"

As he said that, the head of the special envoy pulled out a dagger and slashed at his left hand!

It was too late to say, but it was fast at that time, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Everyone present did not expect that such a magical turn would occur in the development of the matter.

The head of the special envoy who originally wanted to kill Yang Ming would actually kill himself for the reputation of Yang Ming's shop. Who would believe this before?

But now the facts are happening in front of everyone, so what if they don't believe it?
Seeing that the dagger of the head of the special envoy was about to touch the skin, blood would splatter on the spot.

Suddenly, a hand was like an eagle's claw, firmly grasping his right hand holding the dagger.

(End of this chapter)