Musashi of the Elf

Yuhong City.

At 03:30 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.

ps: 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 kind of comfort and enjoyment

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.

As for why he doesn’t drink salty soy milk, Musashi thinks he prefers sweet soy milk to salty soy milk.

If you want something salty, Musashi will choose salted tofu curd. However, the store has limited space, so we have to give up this dish.

Putting down the half-eaten fried dough sticks, Musashi began to peel off the scarred shell of the tea eggs.The white inside is dyed light brown by the soup, and with the dark brown lines, just looking at it will whet your appetite.

Musashi couldn't wait to take a bite, and the fragrance of tea filled his mouth, taking away Musashi's physical fatigue, and a sense of happiness emerged spontaneously.

After not having breakfast at home for nearly two months, Musashi used this ritualistic eating method to treat his first breakfast in Hongtama City.

At the end of the ceremony, Musashi drew his bow from left to right in an imageless manner, and wiped out the food in front of him in twos and twos. The eyes of Murawa and his wife were full of doting and affection.

Musashi felt the weight of his belly and could still eat a small bowl of porridge. However, he had three options: the original white porridge with a strong rice aroma, the golden and sweet pumpkin porridge, or the salty and delicious preserved egg and lean meat. Where's the porridge?

Having decided, Musashi stood up, stretched out his small white hands, took a deep breath, pointed at the three stainless steel pots and said: "Whoever the little hen clicks on will be eaten by me."

"White porridge is not the best option, but it's not bad. Mom, take half a bowl of white porridge and add some pickles."

"jingle"

Musashi was attracted by the sound of the door opening. Isn't it the opening time yet?

What surprised Musashi even more was that the person who came in was not a human, but a Pokémon.

He is small, about 80 centimeters tall, with blue-grey skin, red eyes, a big mouth, and three horny-like bone fragments on his head. He looks a little shy, and his short tail sways from side to side.

"Ou conv man, oh no, arm strength, why are there arms parents? What's going on with him? Why did he come back to our store?" Musashi even forgot to take the bowl from Haruko's hand and said incoherently.

"He was so shy. One time your dad went to buy goods and accidentally turned around and saw him in the alley. He was lying there unconscious, so he picked him up and took care of him for two days. After he recovered, he kept quiet. They left, but after that day, they would come over when we opened and helped us a lot." Haruko said with a smile.

"There is such a thing. As expected of dad, by the way, he lives there." Musashi looked at the shy wrist, and he probably couldn't ask anything, so he looked at Ichiro and asked, his hands not idle, he took Haruko's hand. porridge in it.

"He's very stubborn. We wanted to take him in, but he didn't agree. We wanted to go back to the alley where he was unconscious. If we couldn't defeat him, we had no choice but to let him go." Ichiro said helplessly.

"Okay, but I think he hasn't been subdued yet, dad, don't you think about it?" Musashi asked with a smile.

"I've thought about it, but I think he won't stay if he has something on his mind that he hasn't dealt with properly." Ichiro shook his head and said.

"That's right." Musashi replied thoughtfully.

"Whisper, are you hungry? Go and clean it first. The work clothes are still in the same place. Once you've put them on, come over and have breakfast." Seeing that Wrist was still at the door, Qingzi shook her head helplessly and said.

"Yui" Wanli responded quietly, quickly walked through Musashi and got into the bathroom behind.

After Musashi finished the small half bowl of rice porridge, Wanli came out of the bathroom, wearing well-fitting work clothes, and the style seemed to be made by Haruko.

Not to mention, Wanli looks like he is wearing work clothes.

And Musashi also wants to stay with the arm. Although he is a little shy, he knows how to be grateful. More importantly, the arm is quite capable. It can help his parents with the small things of passing dishes, and can also protect his parents and this person when necessary. shop.

Pokémon: Arm Strength

Strange little elf, humanoid group

Attributes: Fighting, height 0.8, weight 17.8kg

Level: lv168.30, Gender: ♂

Characteristics: Perseverance and control lv355.40

Hidden feature: Unyielding Heart activation progress 11.50

Status: Adult, healthy.

Age: 1 years old.

Personality: Shy personality status is not unique and will change under certain circumstances.

Hobbies: Likes to help others, but always messes up things due to personality reasons. Hobbies are not unique and will change under certain circumstances.

Intimacy: 70 Full value: 255 Murawaichiro

Trust value: 80 Full value: 100 Murawaichiro

Race values: HP: 70, attack: 80, defense: 50, special attack: 35, special defense: 35, speed, 35, total: 305

Skills: Kick down lv8, stare lv7, gather energy lv10max, endure lv10max, chop with bare hands lv7, see through lv3, kick under the body lv5, throw on the earth lv2

Genetic Skills: Bullet Boxing lv4, Yoga Posture lv3

Comprehension skills: support level 6, help level 5

Evaluation: A very talented Pokémon, but it was abandoned by its original owner because of its personality. Because it likes to help others, and because of its personality, it often messes up, so it is not favored by other Pokémon, and is often criticized for this. Injuried.