Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Tobirama is an amazing person. No matter what he does, he is very agile. In just ten minutes, the egg fried rice that Hashirama wanted to eat was ready. Three adults and one child were sitting around the dining table. This meal should be The food will be lively.

Madara looked at the plate of egg fried rice in front of Hashirama. The rice grains were clearly coated in golden egg liquid, and green onions were dotted inside. There were diced ham, corn kernels, chopped carrots and some green beans in the middle. The ingredients were very rich. The rice was on the plate. It was piled high inside, with a pinch of red ginger placed in the middle. It looked really good.

The window was open, and the night breeze entered the house, blowing from the direction of Hashirama to Madara who was sitting opposite, and the alluring aroma of egg fried rice instantly penetrated Madara's nose.

He has been eating Chinese food for so many years. He has eaten all the good things, but he has never eaten egg fried rice. Maybe he has never thought that rice can be eaten like this before. In short, now, looking across the way The golden plate was dotted with green and orange egg fried rice, and Madara instantly felt that the white rice in his bowl was no longer fragrant.

Next to him, Tobirama was only focused on feeding his daughter. Joruri also ate egg-fried rice. The little one ate so deliciously that he didn't care if there were rice grains stuck to his cheeks.

Tobirama dug out a spoonful of rice and handed it over, and Joruri opened his mouth wide and swallowed it in one gulp.

"It's delicious. I like to eat the egg rice made by my father."

Now... Madara wants to eat even more.

He held his chin with one hand and looked at Joruri and then at Hashirama. Hashirama ate the red ginger first before preparing to eat the fried rice. He took a bite of the rice. It was salty and mild. After entering his mouth, he was filled with rice and scrambled eggs. The aroma, green beans and diced carrots enrich the taste and texture, making it very chewy.

Hashirama ate happily, but soon, he felt a sense of oppression from the opposite side. He slowly raised his head and saw Madara, who was smiling eerily at him with one hand on his shoulder.

The hair in front of her forehead was fixed with a butterfly hairpin, and her entire face was exposed. There was also a braid on the top of her head that let her go. Paired with this smile, it had a strange beauty.

"Is it delicious?" Madara asked him with a raised eyebrow at one corner of his mouth.

Hashirama was shocked by his smiling face. Based on his years of experience with Madara, every time he showed such a smile, it meant that he would suffer a loss.

After hesitating for a moment, Hashirama answered truthfully: "Yeah...it's delicious."

"Then I want to eat too."

"Eh?" Hashirama was stunned on the spot. He had only taken three or four bites of this plate of egg fried rice.

"I'll trade mine with you." As he said that, regardless of whether Hashirama wanted it or not, Madara pushed the untouched white rice in front of him towards Hashirama.

Holding the plate with his hands, Hashirama was making silent resistance.

"Hmph~" Madara laughed again, this time with three parts ridicule, three parts disdain, three parts domineering, and one part... coquettishness?

Hashirama was a little confused. There was something coquettish in that smile just now, right?

Before Hashirama could react, he felt his hands were empty, and saw the plate of golden egg fried rice flying from in front of him to Madara's front.

Madara smiled even more happily. He just smiled at Hashirama deliberately on a whim. Sure enough, Hashirama was fooled and relaxed his vigilance, allowing himself to succeed.

As expected, people shouldn't care too much about how thick-skinned they are. Sometimes, if you let go, you won't suffer if you are thicker-skinned.

Egg fried rice is no better than freshly steamed rice. Its rice grains are slightly hard and have distinct grains, which also makes it a bit difficult to eat with chopsticks.

Madara looked at the unusable chopsticks in his hand and then looked at the spoon in Hashirama's hand, and once again snatched the spoon away savagely. Although he felt a little disgusted, he didn't hesitate too much, so he started eating with that spoon. , after all, it was common for Hashirama and me to go on missions together, share a spoon, and drink from the same bottle of water.

What's more, I even bit his flesh.

He took a big spoonful and put it into his mouth. The rice coated with fat and eggs instantly stimulated his taste buds to secrete saliva. Madara was eating happily, and the expression on his face became gentle unconsciously.

He glanced at Tobirama next to him, who was pretending not to notice the little moves between him and Hashirama. He had to admit that cooking skills really need to be trained since childhood. Tobirama looked like a dog, but he didn't expect to be so good at cooking. Eat, I really looked down on him in the past.

(Kagura: No, I am the teacher who teaches well.)

Hashirama looked at Madara's gentle face for a while. Seeing Madara like this made him feel very happy, as if he had gone back to the time when they were so intimate.

However, he curled his lips and said a little aggrieved, "Tobirama..."

"Shut up, Anygat, and eat!"

Uh... Hashirama feels wronged, but Hashirama doesn't say anything.

(Melon-eating people: You clearly want to say it, but people don’t let you say it.)

Tobirama didn't care about this incompetent elder brother, who couldn't even protect him from fried rice with eggs. If he didn't help, Hashirama couldn't protect him from anything as long as he faced Madara. He couldn't protect his life in the early years, and later he couldn't protect Naruto. Now that he can't protect his position, he can give Madara anything he wants. What kind of stupid spirit is this?

Fortunately, I have myself behind it.

Hashirama ate the cold rice in the bowl sadly, and looked up at Madara from time to time. Madara was eating happily, and when he saw Hashirama looking at him, he smiled at him very friendly.

Hashirama became more and more aggrieved, looked at Tobirama and said, "I will come to eat tomorrow, and I will also eat egg fried rice."

Tobori: "..."

"I said I also want to eat egg fried rice, Tobirama."

"I am the Hokage and I am very busy every day. Do you think I am your chef?"

"Tobirama is so cruel..."

Hashirama: Wow, they all bullied me.

"Don't look like that, hey, it's like I'm bullying you!" Tobirama really despised his eldest brother. The person who bullied him was clearly sitting across from him. He didn't dare to say a word but pretended to be pitiful towards him.

"I just want to eat a plate of egg fried rice. Who told me that I only have one younger brother? If Banjian and Wajian are still alive, I will go to their house to eat, alas..."

Tobirama:-_-||

Jing Liuli looked at his father, who was frowning and speechless, and then at his uncle who seemed very pitiful. After having a fight between heaven and man in his heart, he very proudly took the half bowl of eggs that he had not finished. The fried rice was moved in front of Hashirama.

"Uncle, don't cry. I'll give you Jing Liuli's food."

Ah... Hashirama smiled awkwardly, how should he explain to a child that he was pretending to cry to gain sympathy?

Tobirama took the rice back very rudely, gave Hashirama a blank look, and finally gave in.

"I'm afraid of you. I have a day of meetings tomorrow. I'll come back and do it for you in the evening."

"Great!"

"You can help take care of this child tomorrow. If you don't take care of it well, you won't get anything to eat."

Hashirama agreed happily and patted his chest to reassure Tobirama, "I'm a professional in taking care of children. Look at how well I take care of Tsuna."

Tobirama was too lazy to refute him. It was obvious that Tsuna took care of him more when he was a child. Is the eldest brother a pig-headed person?

There was a "click" sound, which was the crisp sound made by the collision of the spoon on the plate. The full plate of egg fried rice was eaten by Madara during the game between the two brothers of the Senju family. In the spirit of not wasting a grain of food, The plate was scraped clean by him, cleaner than a dog licking it.

"It's quite good," Madara, who had eaten and drank enough, smiled at Hashirama, "Even your gambling luck has been 'very good'."

Speaking of this, Tobirama warned Hashirama seriously, "If you dare to take my daughter to the casino, don't blame me for not caring about brotherhood!"

Immediately showing an OK gesture, Hashirama said timidly, "I understand, I understand!"

Jing Liuli looked around at the three adults and wondered: What is a casino?