[Column spot] You actually like men

Madara looked at the kitchen for a while, only raw rice and some ingredients.No firewood, no fire.Of course, it is even more impossible to have porridge.

The Uchiha clan also often takes out missions, but when they go out, they always lead soldiers and grain pills.Back at the station, there are clansmen cooking.After the first battle in the Valley of the End, Madara lived underground on Bingliangwan, occasionally hunting some wild game.

In other words, Madara doesn't know how to cook porridge.

Thinking of Hashirama laying on the bed in pain, Madara had no choice but to try to remember how to cook porridge.

The first is firewood. Madara remembered that he already had the eyes of reincarnation, so it shouldn't be a problem to use a wood escape ninjutsu.Recalling the way of knotting between the pillars, a few ordinary logs grew awkwardly, instead of the flowers and trees.

This life is no more reincarnated than dirt, there is not so much chakra, and Mu Dun consumes too much chakra.I can only blame Zhuma for relying on himself as a human-tailed beast, inventing ninjutsu without any consideration for how annoying it would be for other people to use it.

With firewood, there must be fire.For Madara, fire is also a matter of fire escape.It's just that he always feels that something is wrong.

He remembered the ninja named Yamato in the Fourth War.

Between the pillars: wooden escape

The flower tree world is coming

Yamato: Wooden escape

Three rooms and one hall

............

He used to think that Yamato had invented the use of wooden dungeons to build houses, but now that he thinks about it, Hashirama also used the technique of wooden dungeons to house houses last time.He hesitated for a while, and finally Jieyin lit a fire.To put it bluntly, he felt it was a shameful thing to cook porridge with Huodun.

His fire escape is invincible in the world, and he used it to cook porridge...

After lighting the fire, Madara washed the rice, and took out from his pocket the straw mushroom that had grown from Hashirama's head when he was depressed.Just straw mushroom porridge... He remembered that Hashirama loved to eat mushrooms.

And Hashirama was also awake at this time.Just now he was really drunk and confessed his love to Madara.Fortunately, Madara couldn't understand, otherwise what would happen later.In her previous life, Madara was not married and had no offspring. Could it be the same in this life?

But I am not reconciled, really not reconciled.Maybe there will be a turnaround.For example, let Tokaima invent some forbidden technique so that two men can have children.The reincarnation of the dirty soil has been created, so it shouldn't be a big problem for two men to have children.Thinking about it, Tobima was neither married nor had children before, maybe he was too busy?

So he decided to go back and ask Tobima if it was possible for the two men to have a blood-related child.If so, then he will never let go of Madara's hand in this life.If not... If not, then he will admit it, and secretly admire him as a good friend in this life.

"Is the stomachache better?" Madara came back with porridge.

"Um..."

Hearing Madara's voice, Hashirama looked sick again.Madara put the porridge on the head of the bed, gently helped Hashirama up, and said, "Well, it's my first time cooking porridge, so you can just let it go? Can you do it yourself? Or should I feed you?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jian's eyes almost glowed. If he had a tail, it must be wagging now.

"Oh, I'm probably still drunk and dizzy, so...then please feed me..."

Thinking that his friend was drunk because he was drunk, Madara felt guilty again, half hugged Hashirama, scooped up the porridge with a spoon, blew on it, and then fed Hashirama.

The rice grains are raw, and I forgot to put salt, only the taste of straw mushrooms.Wait, straw mushrooms? ?There was a drop of cold sweat dripping from between the pillars, it probably didn't grow out when I was pretending to be depressed...

Madara seemed to see his thoughts: "Ah, when I went out, I was afraid that there was nothing in the kitchen, so I pulled out some mushrooms on your head. Come, open your mouth and eat more."

Although the bowl of porridge tasted weird, Hashirama ate most of it happily.Spot fed it mouthful.

Seeing that Hashirama ate half of the bowl, Madara remembered that he hadn't tasted it yet, so he took a sip.

.........

.........

What rubbish...

"That Hashirama...I...my first time cooking porridge...sorry..." Madara felt ashamed, and he lived half as long as Hashirama.

"It's delicious, thank you."

"Then, why don't you sleep for a while? I'll be here with you tonight. If you feel uncomfortable, just call me."

After speaking, he lay down beside Hashirama.

"Maybe it's because of my stomachache, I'm a little cold..."

"Let me put my arms around you, lean in a little bit."

At this moment, there were only three words in Zhujian's heart, which was beautiful.

In the morning, Hashirama woke up happily in Ben's arms.

And Madara woke up a long time ago, just worried that Hashirama's stomach pain was still not healed, so she kept holding her arms around Hashirama.

"Is your stomach ache better?"

"It's still a bit uncomfortable..." Hashirama pouted.

"I'll take you back to the station."

Members of the Senju Clan have never imagined such a scene—the head of the Uchiha family walked into the Senju Clan's residence through the gate with his family head in his arms, and the head of his family looked weak and painful, but in fact there was a touch of Senshou hidden in his eyes. The people of the tribe really saw it... secretly happy?

Maybe... the Qianshou clan couldn't help rubbing their eyes, maybe everyone should go see an ophthalmologist.

Senshou Feijian heard Tae's report early in the morning, and the Uchiha patriarch came back with the "weak" patriarch in his arms, and greeted them dubiously.

"What's the matter with my brother?"

"He didn't have dinner last night, and he drank a lot of wine, and his stomach felt uncomfortable. Are you a doctor? Help him?"

After finishing speaking, he was going to hand the Hashirama in his arms to his younger brother.

Tobirama looked Hashirama up and down, and saw that his eldest brother was pretending to be sick, so he was so angry that he even changed his self-proclaimed: "I think it's your eyes that I should go to the doctor for, right? You're blind What!?? Where’s the kaleidoscope?!!”

Madara looked at the door suspiciously.

I saw Toboma gritted his teeth and said: "My respected elder brother, many times he didn't eat for three days and three nights and then drank for a day, and he even brought someone to beat Uchiha the next day. You tell the old man that he doesn't eat a meal , have a stomachache after drinking all night?? It still hurts to this day???"

Seeing his younger brother's murderous eyes, Hashirama said in horror: "Tai...Taima...your expression now...is like your father..."

"Oh, you miss your father so much, just! Immediately! Go to the ancestral hall and remember it well! Our! Ours! Father! Big! People!"

Hearing this, Zhu Jian was scared, his younger brother was angry, and his younger brother was very angry at him for pretending to be sick.

"I'll go right away... Tokaima, you will listen to my explanation... I didn't mean to..." After saying a blink, he ran away from Madara's arms.

Madara looked dreamily at Torima, and asked in a voice that had aged decades instantly: "He's pretending?"

In the middle of the night, I cook porridge with a wooden bunker and a fire bunker?You told me to pretend...?

Looking at Toikama and nodded silently, Madara asked again in an airy tone: "Where is the ancestral hall?"

Toboma pointed in a direction behind him.

Seeing Madara preparing to walk towards the ancestral hall step by step, he was stopped by the door: "Shoot outside the ancestral hall."

"Ok"

Then the Thousand Hands were fortunate enough to see Susano, the perfect body, and the exclamation of the patriarch at close range.

"Madara...wait...you listen to me explain..."