[Comprehensive] Full-level boss pretending to be new

Uzumaki Naruto followed behind Komaeda, staggering along the forest path.

However, the person in front who was striding forward didn't even intend to turn back. At most, he said when he was about to kneel on the ground in the next step, let's go over there and have a rest.

For Uzumaki Naruto, the time of rest is like a carrot that falls before his eyes. Even though he knows in his heart who caused his miserable state, he is still full of gratitude.

At most, he would just spurn himself afterwards, how could he be bought off so easily, he couldn't be so superficial.

——No, it's just that superficial.

"Komaeda-san, where are we going now?"

The rest time he finally got is a more precious opportunity for Naruto to obtain information. Whenever he asks questions at this time, he can basically get answers from the other party.

For example, Mr. Komaeda's title is the result of his carefulness.

"Probably go to the nearest town."

Yayoi Komaeda didn't know exactly where their destination was. This kind of sudden trip required endless wandering. The appearance of the child was an episode, but it couldn't shake his original decision.

"Well, that's the goal for now."

Naruto just wanted to vomit blood. If this person had explained where he wanted to go from the very beginning, why did the two of them walk in the forest day after day, measuring the area of ​​the forest with their feet.

Remember how Naruto appeared in front of Yayoi Komaeda?He was swept by the current.

And the place where he fell was a rushing river flowing through the town, otherwise, how could he be washed away so easily by the trafficker's insistence on the child.

"...Actually, we only need to follow the original river and go up against it to enter the town."

The brilliant golden short hair was a little dimmed, and Naruto found a branch to poke the fire in front of him angrily: "But we are too far away from that small river now, and it would be a waste of time to go back."

"So let's just move forward."

Komaeda opened the backpack, took out a collapsible pot from inside, and restored it to its original shape a few times.

Naruto took out the water bottle from the package behind him, and went to pick up firewood to add to the fire to boil water.

The adult in front of him unexpectedly valued these small places, as long as the water at the entrance had to be boiled, Naruto felt that Mr. Komaeda was too difficult to serve, was this a young master from some rich family?

But the calluses on the opponent's hand, and the natural way of exerting force like breathing when walking, are definitely not something that ordinary people can cultivate.

"Go and deal with the pheasants you hunted on the road."

Naruto took the knife from the other party without complaint. How can I put it, if ordinary people enslave a child to do things for themselves, everyone will only condemn this lazy adult who does not do anything. Besides, it is too dangerous to let the child hold the knife. up.

But after changing the protagonist to Yayoi Komaeda, everything seems to be normal. Naruto himself is used to it. These days, he has become more and more proficient in handling ingredients. The knife was now his extended finger.

Flipping his wrist, the tip of the blade accurately pierced the joint of the pheasant's bones. He picked it up and broke it again, and only heard a few clicks. The whole chicken just now was directly divided into different pieces by him.

Then there's the different treatment with that rather extravagant spice.

Sucking his nose, Naruto thought bitterly, with these experiences, if he goes out in the future, he won't be afraid of going hungry. Bingliang Wan is really so bad.

All the suffering will eventually become the cornerstone of success one day, and he can eat the meat even if it is cooked, which is not a loss at all.

Yayoi Komaeda looked at the children's eyes that had changed several times, and felt more and more how deep the generation gap between himself and the young people was. Every three years, there were four between him and his younger brother. As for the children, there are as many as eight or nine.

"Mr. Komaeda, you can eat after a while."

In Naruto's own backpack - made of his magical long coat - are all kinds of tools he saved, such as sticks for skewered meat, he prepared a dozen in advance, and Koma branches for him to make The stone knife I thought would be fragile and easy to break, but I didn't expect it to have the same toughness as iron.

He busily inserted the skewers next to the fire. The meat on the wings and legs tasted the best when grilled. The chicken skin was roasted until it was crispy, and it was full of the aroma of fat after one bite.

The meat on the pheasant is not too much, but the skeleton is very big. Naruto squinted his eyes and cut it into large pieces in a way that would not splatter blood. The fungus that arrived was sprinkled in.

Even if I don't go to destroy the world, finding a place to be a chef is still very promising.

Naruto, who was also a delicate boy today, praised his craftsmanship. He thought about it, and asked Komaeda to take out the honey in his bag, and do the final processing on the two specially picked chicken breasts.

Komaeda took out the flat stone slab from his bag and handed it over.

I don’t know since when, this kid named Naruto has contracted three meals a day. He also used his ingenuity to make a lot of tools from the forest where there was nothing. Roasting evolved into frying and stewing.

Couldn't have been more caring.

"Gudu Gudu", the ingredients in the soup pot were tumbling.

"Crackling", the firewood also moved under the licking of the flame.

Komaeda pondered for a minute, could it be that he was able to come to this world just to dig out a generation of chefs?

This possibility is not completely zero. Every world has its own special features. For example, there is a special product called hunters in Yalujia and the others. Ahem, it is a profession. Existence in that world.

And this primitive world, in order to improve everyone's sense of happiness, and because the people depend on food, so it is a world of cooking competitions, which seems quite normal.

"Naruto, come here."

"Come on."

"Give me your hand."

Naruto stretched out his palm for some unknown reason, and his palm also returned to its childhood state. Compared with other children of the same age, it was obviously much rougher.

There is no way, he has to wash the clothes by himself, tidy up the house by himself, and he has to train himself quietly without telling others, he will be a ghost if he has soft palms.

Komaeda squeezed his palm, then his arm, and finally reached his calf and flicked it against the middle of the shin.

The feeling of being hit in this place was so sour, Naruto jumped up on one foot, covering the place where he was hit with both hands, jumping left and right.

"Mr. Komaeda, what are you doing?!"

Painful, the place where he was hit was still numb, and the child was bullied by Komaeda so much that tears were rolling in his eyes.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking, you should be very talented in cooking."

Komaeda was quite calm, pointing to the seat opposite him for Naruto to sit down: "Do you want to develop further in this regard?"

Ha ==?

Many question marks appeared on Naruto's head.

"What do you mean by developing further...?"

Could it be that he is about to leave the ninja industry because of his delicious cooking?Fortunately, there are no acquaintances here, otherwise there would be no place to put Naruto Uzumaki's face.

"That is, do you want to become a chef?"

Komaeda's voice was very steady, without any intention of joking: "This world will depend on you to save it."

Naruto turned his head and sprayed blood on the ground: "I can't understand what you are talking about, ah, the soup is ready to drink, and the meat is roasted, let's eat first."

He pretended to be very busy and began to cut the fried chicken breast with a knife, avoiding the unscientific fact just now.

Who wants to be a chef!

And save the world by cooking?I must have heard wrong.

"Then let's eat first."

Komaeda directly removed the hot pot from the fire, and Naruto passed the two of them their wooden bowls, and divided the contents of the pot into fours and sixes.

Six to Komaeda, and four to him.

Then the two of them picked up the wooden bowl in unison, brought it close to their mouths, took a sip of the soup after exhaling twice.

"...Delicious."

The pure natural taste echoed in the mouth, and even ran all the way from the throat to the stomach, and the place where it passed was warm.

The fungus absorbed the full broth, and the bite tasted even more delicious than the meat. The skeleton took a few bites and threw it aside. No one spoke, and the two of them focused on the food in the bowl above.

Grilled skewers and fried chicken breasts are equally delicious. The whole family needs to be neat and tidy, and all the parts will finally meet in the stomach. Presumably this pheasant will cry if it has a soul in the sky.

"Maybe I really have the talent to become a chef, maybe."

Komaeda went to wash the dishes by the stream, Naruto sat where he was, and looked at the fire and became fascinated.

The satisfaction brought by a delicious meal is excellent, and the double satisfaction of taste buds and stomach can make people feel so refreshed.

The exhaustion of running around in the forest was completely appeased by a meal. Not to mention other things, Naruto was already full of anticipation just thinking about what prey he could hunt in the afternoon and what plants he could find in his mouth.

It's just that there are too few cooking tools here... I really want a big pot.

He thought of the cooking method he had seen before, which could be put into a large iron pot for one person, and all kinds of ingredients were wrapped in oil and tossed up and down. With the chef's movements, the ingredients emitted the best smell on him fragrance.

The chili is a bit irritating, the vegetables are slightly green, and the meat has removed the fishy smell...the three are combined into one and become the most delicious dish.

"Mr. Komaeda, why don't we leave first."

Naruto, who was full of strength, quickly packed up his baggage, and waited to drive away after carrying it: "Do you want to eat something for dinner? These two days are pheasants, why don't we pack one in the afternoon?" The deer is ready."

"Aren't you going to take a break?"

Komaeda shook off the water on the bowl: "Exercising right after eating is not good for your health. It will cause your stomach to sag. Rest in place for an hour before leaving."

The child's expression was full of reluctance: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you walk now, anyway, the things in your stomach will be digested as you walk, and you won't have such a drooping stomach."

"If you really don't want to rest, you might as well go touch two fish in the river."

Komaeda sat down gracefully against the tree trunk, took out his storybook and began to read: "I haven't eaten any fish recently."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Thinking of the delicious fish soup, Naruto was also moved. He took out a large cloth bag from his bag - also made of a magic coat - and ran towards the creek.