[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Everyone walked along the corridor and reached the end in a short time. At the end of the extension of the left wall is a closed wooden door, and I don't know where it leads; the right wall suddenly turns ninety degrees, forming a relatively spacious small hall, in which there is a shelf of paper mache A shoji screen divides the small hall into two spaces. One side is parallel to the wall on the left as a walkway; behind the screen on the other side, there is another door.

Itachi did not lead them towards the door behind the screen, but turned around and opened the sliding door painted with turquoise on the wall on the right side of the blind spot, gesturing for them to enter.

It seems that this is a traffic artery, extending in all directions to reach all parts of the house.

Feng Lan noticed that the shoji screen seemed to be a little crooked, and the side frame was also a little damaged. Compared with other parts of the screen, the marks were still very new, and it did not look like natural depreciation.

When Kisame saw that Chi Fenglan was not entering the room and was only staring at the missing corner of the screen, he explained: "Itachi-san and I just came out of the storage room on the right." He pointed to the one behind the screen. Door, "I saw something flying over from the corridor where you came from. Itachi-san pushed the screen to block it, blocking it back. Itachi-san said that it was a human head, and it was thrown by someone, so We went over to investigate. Now it seems that one of you threw it, right?"

Feng Lan: "..."

"Oh," Feng Lan responded calmly with a calm look, a righteous and clear conscience, "I don't know, I didn't pay attention, maybe it's Xie Dan, he's very courageous. By the way, where is that door going?" ” She lifted Bobby toward the door at the end of the corridor and slyly changed the subject.

Before Kisame had time to think about the rationality of the matter, his train of thought was diverted again. He just believed what Feng Lan said. So he followed Feng Lan's words and replied: "This door leads to the corridor of the atrium. After passing through the door on the other side of Ru Yuan, you return to the dark corridor where you entered the door. But we haven't explored that side yet." "

Although Kisame and Itachi went up the mountain one day earlier than Feng Lan and the others, it took them nearly a day and night to find this house on the mountain. On the contrary, Feng Lan and the others found it by mistake while using the DAWPA plug-in. The way was found here. Therefore, the progress on Nanzhu Group's side is not much faster than that on Feng Lan's side.

"You haven't explored it?" Feng Lan immediately caught the key information in his words and asked, "How do you know the terrain if you haven't explored it?"

“We have floor plans of the house.”

A familiar cold voice suddenly broke in. Feng Lan turned around and saw Weasel standing at Ranchen's door, his left hand hanging casually in his Xiao robe. His face was illuminated by the dim lights, and he was alone and peaceful. Feng Lan suddenly recalled that she had seen this scene before. Whether it was a grand fireworks festival on a summer night or a festive temple fair at the beginning of the new year, he stood comfortably under the warm red slender egg-shaped lantern at the torii in front of the mountain road, letting the gentle wind blow on his face and hair. After a while, he suddenly looked back and smiled. In an instant, thousands of flowers and trees bloomed, and stars fell like rain.

That was when she came back from her dream at midnight, looking for a scene that she couldn't see clearly despite searching thousands of times.

Suddenly reality and illusion intertwined and merged, and he was so close yet so far away.

There were thousands of words in Feng Lan's heart that she wanted to express, but in the end, they only turned into one word: "Huh?"

Wait, Nissan, what do you mean you have maps? How can ordinary players like them play with the guide at the beginning? !

"...Come in." He urged lightly, then turned and entered the house.

Feng Lan and Kisame didn't dare to delay any longer, and followed Itachi in one after another. The area of ​​this room is not small. A four-cornered furnace is dug out in the center of the floor, leaving ample space around it for people to sit and move around. There are boxes, cages and chests of different heights placed on the inner wall. It is decorated with bodiless lacquer plates, cypress fans, gilded pottery pots and other objects; in the corner is a four-leaf folding screen for decoration, painted with orchid, stone, pines and cranes, rich in gold and blue yet elegant.

It was probably a gathering place for guests, and the whole room was very elegantly decorated. But now, most of the furnishings in the house have become dilapidated due to lack of maintenance for many years: the red and black paint on the cabinets has peeled off, revealing the original color of the wood, and dark mold spots invaded from the bottom. The vines climb up the screen, swallowing up the luxurious colors. The exquisiteness of the house now seemed to be full of desolation.

When Feng Lan came in, Xie, Deidara and A Fei were already sitting around the edge of the sandwood stove, waiting for her and Kisame. Feng Lan looked around the room, but couldn't see even half of the humanoid furnishings. She guessed that in the past, the master of the humanoid master was a critical and impeccable great artist. He couldn't bear the smoke and fire of his masterpieces in ordinary people's stoves, so he put away the humanoids and didn't put them in the furnace. middle.

Speaking of the stove fire, Feng Lan suddenly remembered that she just had something to eat this morning. She had lost her way in the woods and was exploring the mansion. She had never paid attention to the Five Zang Temple. Now she and her dear Oh Ni-chan are going smoothly. After meeting, Feng Lan relaxed and suddenly felt that he was so hungry that his chest was touching his back.

"Gudu-du~~"

As soon as he thought this, Feng Lan heard a desperate groan from his stomach. It started and ended, and the sound continued for three days. It reached the limit of human music theory, eighteen times per second. When the sound is changed, people will be filled with worries and all the internal organs will be burnt.

All eyes were on her.

Feng Lan lowered her head and looked at her hungry belly. She raised her hands silently and sincerely suggested: "Well, everyone hasn't eaten yet, right? How about I cook something and we can talk while eating?" She forgot. He was still holding the strapped head in his hand, and raising his hand was equivalent to raising his head. No matter how he looked at it, he had the illusion of a ghost threatening him.

Kisame: "..."

Wake up! This is a veritable haunted house! ! ! God is riding a horse and eating and talking at the same time! ! !

Before Kisame could complain, Fei had already cheered: "Okay! Let's get started!!!"

Kisame's mouth twitched, and when he looked sideways, his beloved Itachi-san didn't express an opinion; when he turned his head, Scorpion and Deidara had no objection.

Okay, the minority obeys the majority.

Then, Kisame watched helplessly as Feng Lan took out a mountain of small scrolls from a large storage scroll he carried with him, and then watched helplessly as Feng Lan took out pots, pans, oil, salt and sauce from the small scrolls. Vinegar, wild vegetables, delicacies from the mountains and sea, and poultry are all available.

Feng Lan saw that the free hook hanging above the hearth was still strong and there was still a lot of charcoal and firewood in the furnace, so she decided to make the best use of it, so she directly hung the pot she brought on the hook and lit the charcoal. The fire burned the water.

Limited by the ingredients, Feng Lan planned to make a simple sukiyaki pot.

She put kombu and bonito flower soup in the pot. At the same time, she removed the stems of the baby cabbage that had been washed in advance and broke it into wedges, sliced ​​the carrots, bloomed the shiitake mushrooms, cut the green onions into sections, and buttered the old tofu. Place it on a tray and bake it over charcoal fire until golden brown, then season it with soy sauce, mirin, sake and sugar and set it aside for later use.

While making soup, Feng Lan took out another storage scroll, flipped it over and pulled out a sealed bag the size of a cantaloupe. She neatly tore open the sealed bag and peeled off the heavily sealed layer of oil paper. Inside was a piece of raw beef, with the surface slightly discolored.

When Ah Fei saw it, he was the first to point at her and scream: "Eh?! Isn't this the beef you wrapped when you were at the headquarters? It's been more than a month, can you eat it?"

Uchiha·Walking on Earth, Michelin·Fenglan looked at him and sneered, holding the beef and looking down at him: "Are you ignorant? This is called wet-aged beef. Under specific temperature and humidity, the beef protein will be decomposed by enzymes into Amino acids, and muscle fibers will also break. The beef that has been matured in this way has a delicate and soft taste, and the flavor is more rich and unique." She lowered her head and glanced at the piece of blackened beef, and gave a soft "tsk" sound, which seemed to be a little... Reluctantly, he muttered, "Such a good aged ribeye, I originally used it to make steak or tataki, but using it to cook sukiyaki, it's really a waste of natural resources..."

hooligan:……

Obito said: I don’t understand, just wait and eat.

Feng Lan no longer cared about A Fei, she quickly trimmed the aged beef with a knife and cut it into thick slices and put it on the plate. She moved the knife very rhythmically without being sloppy at all, and the cook was able to cut the beef with ease. Kisame looked at her methodical movements and couldn't help but ask Xia: "Is this how you guys ate all the way here?"

"It depends." Xia replied absentmindedly. He seemed a little bored while waiting to be fed, so he picked up the strap and began to study how to repair the break on its neck. Feng Lan was obviously an extremely rough restorer. The tape didn't stick to the places where it should stick, and the tape didn't stick to places where it shouldn't, such as the neck, but it happened to be wrapped several times. No wonder such a large roll of tape was used up in no time. Scorpion snorted in disgust, chakra lines formed on his fingertips, and began to tear off the tape Feng Lan had applied indiscriminately.

Just when Kisame felt some psychological comfort, Scorpion, who had reattached his strapped head, added another sentence: "...sometimes I eat grouper sashimi, creamy seafood chowder, eel rice bowl, and giri fried pork cutlet. Flavored roasted chicken, teriyaki beef, caviar and vegetable rice... In short, we use local ingredients and eat whatever is available, very casual, after all, we are so fooled."

Kisame:......

I also want to be fooled so casually.

Deidara was squeezing the clay out of boredom, and after hearing their conversation, he added more details: "There are also grilled oysters, grilled ayu, grilled mussels, grilled crab fillets, grilled prawns, grilled scallops, grilled lamb kebabs, and grilled hot dogs. , grilled chicken wings, grilled beef tongue, grilled rice sticks, grilled enoki mushrooms, grilled eggplant, grilled fish tofu, grilled potatoes, grilled mushrooms, grilled large intestine, grilled pork neck, grilled corn, grilled octopus... just eat it. It’s boring enough to order something! Hmm.”

Kisame wanted to have a showdown with Deidara now.

As if to confirm Deidara's words, Feng Lan prepared the ingredients for the sukiyaki pot, found a scroll and turned it upside down on the plate. He unsealed the seal with one hand. After the white smoke passed, an empty plate suddenly appeared. Six large chilled sweet fish, with pink gills and shiny skin, were obviously fresh after being dead recently. Even the ice cubes used to keep them fresh had only melted slightly, and there was still white smoke and a chilly air.

When Dilada saw it, she jumped up anxiously, pointed at her and yelled, "How dare you hide the sweet fish?! Hmm."

"What is "private possession"? "Feng Lan responded calmly, while taking out the barbecue fork from which scroll he didn't know, and skewering the sweet fish on the barbecue fork, "You still have a lot of seafood, scallops and meat grilled that day. If I don’t finish eating, I’ll bake it again. Isn’t that a waste? ……Ouch! …”

She was busy skewering Deidara while skewering the sweet fish, multitasking. After all, the sweet fish was frozen, so it was very stiff and difficult to skewer. Feng Lan used too much force and accidentally pricked her finger with a fish bone. tip. The sweet fish had been marinated in salt before. The salt water flowed into the wound, and the fingers connected to the heart. It was an excruciating pain. Feng Lan was in pain, and she couldn't help but let out a "hiss" immediately. Regardless of whether it was clean or unhygienic, she subconsciously stuffed the injured finger into her mouth.

At this time, a strong hand reached out from the side, grabbed her wrist, and forcibly pulled her finger that was about to enter her mouth away from her lips. Itachi took Feng Lan's finger over and looked at it, and found that the wound was not very deep, and there were no fish bones left inside, but the skin was still broken and bleeding. The bright red blood droplets condensed on the tip of the slender white index finger, like a string of poisonous acacia seeds entwining themselves. It was frightening to see.

Itachi frowned. There was a basin of water on the ground, which Feng Lan had prepared in advance for cooking. Itachi scooped up a handful of water with a wooden spoon and rushed down from the corner of the stove to clean Feng Lan's wound. The shallow water soaked into the dust and seeped away in a blink of an eye, leaving only a slightly deep water mark.

Itachi put down the water ladle and pinched Feng Lan's fingers again, forcing the dirty blood out and dripping it into the ashes. Then he took out the commonly used wound medicine from the ninja tool bag, applied it to Feng Lan, and wrapped it with a bandage. good. Perhaps he was used to doing this, and Itachi was quick to bandage the wound, as if everything had been taken care of with a lowered eyebrow and a glance.

Feng Lan took back her hand and saw that the bandage on the index finger of her left hand was tightly wrapped, dense and not bloated. She suddenly had mixed feelings. At this moment, it was as if the dry and cracked heart exposed in the wilderness was picked up again and put into the atrium to protect it meticulously. Pick it up, collect it tenderly and cherish it again.

"I'll do it." Itachi's calm voice once again brought Feng Lan's thoughts back.

She turned her head and looked straight into Itachi's eyes as thick as paint. He raised his hand slightly to signal Feng Lan to the roasting fork that Feng Lan had been holding in his other hand.

Feng Lan understood.

She nodded and without saying anything, handed the barbecue fork to Itachi, then moved aside and leaned out to see how the soup base was being cooked. Itachi, on the other hand, naturally sat down where Feng Lan had just been, and continued to skewer the sweet fish and prepare the ingredients, cooperating with Feng Lan tacitly.

The time to deal with the wound was extremely short. When the other people waiting for the meal came to their senses, they found that Itachi had already started to sit there and start licking Feng Lan at some point. Although I had doubts, I didn't pay much attention to it.

Except for a certain person or a certain blood-red eye that is secretly watching...