Rebirth of Naruto: Terumi Mei's fiancé

"Master, I brought a young man to see you~"

Zhongji's loud voice rang out in the kitchen, only to hear the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen suddenly stop.

"Cut the vegetables for me when you come here. My hands and feet are getting worse and worse, and the rice balls I make may not taste good."

A hoarse voice full of vicissitudes sounded, which made Bai Yu feel a little weird.

Because judging from the thickness of his voice, the uncle in this life seems to be in the middle of his life, and his body is still in good shape.

But the voice sounded like it was dumb.

But when making rice balls, you don’t need to shout loudly every day. Could it be that you stay up late every day making rice balls and catch a cold?

Questions one after another kept coming out of Bai Yu's mind.

Until he saw a pitch-black person completely wrapped in leather, his mouth couldn't close as if an egg had been stuffed.

"This is the life of a great man"

Seeing the person wrapped in black leather constantly busy with something, Bai Yu's expression could be as weird as it wanted.

From the perspective of kitchen hygiene, dressing like this is definitely a blessing for obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The whole body is covered with a leather cover, and there is no direct contact with the food, so it is not too clean.

But from the perspective of normal people, it is really abnormal to dress so closed.

After all, it’s almost summer, isn’t it hot dressed like this?

But Bai Yu took a closer look, and saw a pipe from the black leather jacket, and the pipe went straight to the hole in the wall near the window.

This surprised Bai Yu. Is this the secret to wearing leather clothes without bulging or getting hot?

But in a hot place like the kitchen, even if the leather jacket has a ventilation duct, it will still be very stuffy.

However, at this time, Zhongji, after hearing the order from the master of life, ran over in a hurry.

"Of course, this is the uncle of my life. Boy Yu hurried over here. If you can help the uncle, no one else will be able to take care of you~"

Seeing the joy on Zhongji's face, Bai Yu hesitated for a while before slowly walking over.

However, in the process, he saw the magic of Uncle Life who picked up the rice ball after putting down the knife.

The old man who holds a knife is like the old man who is seven or eighty years old and shivering after eating.

As for the uncle who picked up the rice ball, his hand was steady and his speed was extremely fast, and he could vaguely see the afterimage of Dao Dao when his hand passed through the air.

With such a hand speed, I am afraid that it is not much different from the elite Jonin who is in the peak state.

Seeing such swift hand speed, Bai Yu felt that this might be a master.

But when I think back to the state when Uncle Yi was holding the knife, I can't figure it out again.

If ordinary people had such hand speed for pinching rice balls, would they become irritable with a knife?

That is of course impossible.

But Bai Yu could clearly hear the intermittent and messy sound of chopping vegetables.

Whether it's auditory hallucinations or some other reason, Bai Yu couldn't figure it out.

However, at the behest of Zhongji, he finally helped to cut the vegetables together.

Bai Yu, who is good at knife skills and cooking, after referring to Zhongyoshi's cutting method for a while, cuts various ingredients extremely quickly.

So much so that Mr. Yisheng, who was quickly pinching the rice ball, couldn't help but take another look.

"Young man, if you can come to help often in the future, you can eat rice balls~"

"Haha, Boy Yu, you've made a lot of money. The uncle has been making rice balls all day long. In fact, there will be a lot left after supplying the rice balls to the prison every day at the speed of the uncle.

We often sell the rice balls made by the uncle to make money. Do you know how much one rice ball can be sold?"

Bai Yu shook his head confusedly.

"How much can I sell?"

Nakajibi showed a palm.

"50 taels, which is more expensive than the village's specialty fog honey beans."

"50 taels"

Bai Yu, who understood that the fog honey beans were 30 taels a catty, shrank his pupils in surprise, and couldn't help but glance at the rice balls made by Mr. Yisheng.

These rice balls are not as huge as the ones he just ate, but are only the size of eggs.

That is to say, a rice ball the size of an egg can be sold for the price of a bowl of ordinary Ichiraku ramen.

This made Bai Yu look at Zhongji suspiciously again.

"Brother, how much rice balls are left every day?"

Zhongji raised his eyebrows, motioned Bai Yu to look in the direction of Uncle Yi, and laughed jokingly.

"How about guessing that with the speed of my hands, I can't make too many rice balls every day~"

Bai Yu watched the speed at which Uncle Next Life made the rice balls, and secretly calculated the time in his mind.

However, he was surprised to find that he was able to maintain an average of one rice ball per second, perhaps faster than Uchiha Itachi's six seals per second.

I don't know how much time Uncle Yi takes to rest every day. If he works 43200 hours a day, he can make [-] rice balls a day.

Of course, this is still ideal.

After all, people are not robots, and it is impossible to maintain a peak state all the time. The speed of one rice ball per second may not last long.

But even if you can only make 1 rice balls per day, you can earn 50 taels a day.

This income is already very exaggerated, but if so many rice balls are put into the market every day, won’t the price fluctuate?

Just when Bai Yu was puzzled again, he could only hear Zhongji leisurely and authentically.

"By the way, sir, this guy is going to see my sister later. Can you help me make some special rice balls?"

"Oh, is he the one you chose? He is so young and can he be reliable?"

Uncle Yi was holding the rice ball quickly while talking, as if Bai Yu didn't exist.

And Zhongji responded almost immediately.

"Of course it's reliable. My eyes never miss it. Don't look at this kid as young, but he's actually quite powerful."

"It can be seen that the cutting of vegetables is so neat and precise, it should soon catch up to Wu boy's level."

Uncle Yi glanced at Bai Yu from the corner of his eye, and then put his energy into making rice balls.

"Let's forget Wu, he's almost an old man, and Boy Yu will definitely be even more powerful in a few years."

"Yeah, that's right. What kind of rice balls do you want, sweet or salty?"

Uncle Yi was pinching the rice ball meticulously while asking.

Zhongji replied without thinking.

"Sweet and sour, I feel that young people these days should all like sweet and sour tastes."

"Okay, I'll squeeze it for you~"

After Uncle Yi agreed, he picked up a few bottles of sauces that Bai Yu didn't know about and mixed them together, and then began to skillfully blend these sauces with various ingredients.

Even though he is wearing gloves, he still has an indescribable dexterity when kneading rice balls.

And it seems that there is no need to conceive how to pinch it to make it delicious. It is almost as if the ingredients are pinched together and wrapped layer by layer, as if each action has been performed thousands of times.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Bai Yu can also see the slightest bit of joy in the process of kneading the rice balls like a smooth flow of water.

It seems that this is not making rice balls, but expressing the joy in the heart of Uncle Life.

This really makes Bai Yu puzzled. If what Zhongyoshi said about the old man making a lot of rice balls every day is true, then wouldn’t it make him feel tired if he made them so frequently every day?

Not long after, I saw Uncle Yiyi making a bunch of rice balls, Zhongji brought a food box from the side, and filled the box to the brim with a few strokes.

"Alright, uncle, we should have almost prepared for my sister. How about you pinch some more for Boy Yu?"

"Me either?" Bai Yu pointed at himself and asked awkwardly.

"Of course, didn't I say you can eat whatever you want? You may not know what I'm really capable of, but the rice balls I make have souls."

"soul"

Bai Yu's mouth became awkward, and he really didn't understand how to pinch a rice ball and still pinch a soul.

However, at this moment, Uncle Yi cast an annoyed glance at Zhongji.

"Don't exaggerate it so much, it's actually just rice balls made with care, and it tastes like I'm eating it."

Hearing Uncle Yisheng say this, Bai Yu was stunned, but suddenly remembered the appearance of Liu Yu crying and eating balls before, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Well, it's like this. The two I ate before made me feel very satisfied and slightly happy. So if you have sad emotions, will you also make me feel sad?"