Pokemon Musashi

Yuhong City.

At three-thirty in the morning, Ichiro drove Musashi to the morning market in Yuhong City, while Haruko began to prepare the food to be sold in the morning at home. Two types of noodles were kneaded a day in advance and quietly fluffed in a wooden basin, and the soybeans were also Soaked in water overnight, the tea eggs were soaked in the old soup yesterday afternoon to wait for the flavor.

Wash the rice and boil it in three deep pots. Pumpkin cubes are placed in one of the pots. Diced preserved eggs and marinated minced meat will be added to the other two pots when the chunks are completed.

Next is kneading the dough to steam the steamed buns and flower rolls.After putting it on the basket, put the soybeans into the machine to grind the soy milk, add water and boil it.

After finishing all this work, it was around five o'clock. Ichiro came back with Musashi and took out the entire day's ingredients from the back of the tricycle.

Musashi landed safely with the help of Ichiro, but there was no expression of excitement on his face, instead he was a little gloomy.

As for the reason, it was because Musashi saw Team Rocket in the morning market. Musashi could not fail to recognize the silver-white soldier uniforms marked with a bright red r-shaped pattern.

(s: The Rockets are not an international underworld organization at this stage. They are considered a relatively powerful non-governmental organization linked to the name of a large conglomerate. They do not appear to be a threat to the outside world.)

Ichiro had obviously recognized the eye-catching mark of Team Rocket. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Musashi worriedly, and found that Musashi's original expression full of excitement and excitement was now clouded. It turned out that Musashi had known his mother's identity for a long time.

That's right, it's not surprising that Musashi, who is already precocious and independent, knows these things.

Ichiro, who had become the master of his daughter, forced Musashi, who was only seven years old, to understand the time and process of these things.

With a sudden thought, he parked the tricycle in the parking lot planned for the morning market, picked up Musashi and began to feel relieved.

"Musashi, don't worry too much. Those Rockets are just logistics personnel, here to purchase things. I have seen it many times. I most likely don't know you exist, and when your biological mother Miyamoto entrusted you to us It also shows that the Rockets are not aware of your existence. So don’t worry too much, act natural and put your hat on to keep you warmer.”

"Well, I know, dad, thank you." Musashi rubbed his face, and a smile bloomed on his face again. He put on the hood of his down jacket with small ears, and his conspicuous red hair was carefully hidden, revealing only a pretty and delicate face. His little face was flushed.

"It's done. As expected, Musashi looks good in any clothes. Give your hand to daddy, and daddy will take you to meet the uncles and aunties here." Ichiro took Musashi down, took Musashi's cold little hand, and led the way with a smile.

Indeed, even if Musashi and the others couldn't meet the Team Rocket soldier, he didn't show any strange behavior. He just smiled and said hello to the vendors he knew and bought things.

Just like that, the father and daughter came back with a cart full of ingredients.

Although Musashi thought a lot on the way back and his expression had not changed back to before, when Ichiro took her down, he came back to his senses and ended all the thoughts in his head, and ran into the store to report the news of their return to his mother Haruko.

Haruko put down what she was doing and came out to help Ichiro take the goods piled up in the front yard back to the store. After roughly classifying them, the busiest part of the day was about to begin.

Heat the oil pan, pour a wide amount of oil, and the couple knead the dough together, cut into strips, align and press.

Hold the prototype of the fried dough sticks with one hand, slowly spread them out and put them in one at a time along the edge of the pot. The specially sized long chopsticks continuously roll the fried dough sticks in the pot, causing them to expand rapidly, take shape, and be slightly browned before being taken out of the pot.

The first fried dough sticks, the first bowl of sweet soy milk, the first tea egg.They all went into Musashi's already hungry and impatient little belly.

Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, the perfect combination of dough and oily aroma, absolutely delicious! !

Take a sip of the fragrant soy milk and take away the remaining greasiness in your mouth. The warm soy milk moisturizes the body that has been eroded by the cold wind. What a comfortable feeling, enjoy!

Musashi decided to eat it in a different way. He carefully dipped the fried dough stick into the fragrant and sweet soy milk, then quickly picked it up and put it into his mouth. The sweetness of the soy milk was paired with the fried dough stick, which was still crispy and had a hint of salty taste. , a wonderful combination of sweet and salty, with a unique flavor.

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