[Comprehensive] Dream Commissary

When Uchiha Izuna followed Madara and Hashirama into the gate, Feng Lulu was burning charcoal in the kitchen, planning to bake some rice cakes to eat.

"You are here."

Feng Lulu poked her head out from the kitchen, "How about baking rice cakes, let's have some together?"

The three readily agreed.

"Then go and get your snacks and drinks by yourself, and I'll go there after I've finished burning the charcoal."

The charcoal burned red quickly, Feng Lulu put them well in the small charcoal stove, put them on the wire mesh brushed with oil and carried them out.

The ground outside the door was flat and dry, thanks to Hashirama and Madara.

Feng Lulu put the stove on the stone table.

"The current charcoal fire is a bit too full, and the baked rice cakes may become mushy. Why don't we eat something else first. Do you have anything you want to eat?"

Putting the stove outside the door, Feng Lulu asked them through the living room window.

"Come back and sit down to discuss." Hashirama beckoned to her.

Feng Lulu rubbed her hands and ran back quickly.

After all, she didn't wear a coat yet.

Anyway, let's sit down and warm up for a while.

Feng Lulu immediately got into the kotatsu.

"Not introduced yet, who is this little brother?"

"My brother, Uchiha Izumi."

The boy who looked exactly like the young Sasuke smiled and nodded to her.

"Hi, I'm Uchiha Izumi."

Ah, the gentle Sasuke is really lethal.

Feng Lulu was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "Hi, I'm Feng Lulu."

"Ah, do you have anything you want to eat? The fire is just right, and you can roast anything. Whether it's meat, vegetables, or desserts, it's all good when it's hot."

"Snacks?" Uchiha Madara became interested, "What snacks?"

Having known each other for so long, it would be strange if Feng Lulu didn't know that Madara Uchiha likes sweets.

"Hmm...golden cake? Honey toast? Roasted mochi dipped in brown sugar and soy flour? Roasted pineapple is also delicious..."

Uchiha Madara looked at his younger brother, "What do you think, Quanna?"

"Sounds good, bro."

"Let me help you." Madara laughed, "I'll help you, Lulu."

"Then I'll go too!" Hashirama immediately raised his hand.

"Then you go." Madara changed his mind instantly.

Because he wants to be with his brother.

"It's better for everyone to be together." Quan Nai suggested.

"Okay."

Feng Lulu agreed.

Spread plastic wrap on the table, and Feng Lulu brought a lot of ingredients.

A large piece of rice cake that has cooled down, a large piece of golden cake, a bag of toast, and a large pineapple.

Black molasses and soy flour come in jars.

Uchiha Madara cuts pineapple, Izumi cuts mochi, Hashirama cuts toast, Fengluru cuts golden cake.

Several people immediately finished the division of labor and started working.

In fact, Feng Lulu was a little worried when she saw Quan Nai taking the rice cake.

Will it be cut off?Quan Nai him.

But it turns out that Feng Lulu was thinking too much.

As soon as she touched the whole piece of rice cake, Quan Nai had a rough idea.

He used a knife to draw marks one by one on the edge of the rice cake, drew grid lines to position them, and then cut them one by one.

This rice cake is handled more beautifully and evenly than Feng Lulu who has long eyes.

Sure enough, I still worry too much.

Feng Lulu thought.

Although Madara always looks cautious towards his younger brother, but sure enough, such a person doesn't need other people's worries.

Quan Nai may also know that his brother is very worried about him.

That's why he is willing to be overprotected by Madara, right?

When I went to pick out snacks just now, it was the first time Feng Lulu saw that future big boss explaining the appearance and taste of snacks to his younger brother in such a soft voice.

That slightly guilty and extremely cherished look really makes people feel sour.

Perhaps Madara also knows that his brother will not become a waste that cannot take care of himself just because he lost a pair of eyes.

But now that he finally formed an alliance, the powerful allies made many families who had been enemies dare not attack, and he had more time to pay attention to his younger brother who was willing to give everything for him.

What a sad feeling.

Holders of two kaleidoscopes, they are already the only ones for each other.

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"Tobuma hasn't been here much recently."

Feng Lulu was talking to Zhujian while stringing the golden cake on a bamboo stick.

"Is it because you often run away that Tobima was left to work?"

The more Feng Lulu thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible, so she simply put down the cake and stared straight at Zhujian.

"That's not it." Hashirama hurriedly turned his face away.

After a while, he lifted up his clothes and showed Feng Lulu the mark of the Flying Thunder God on his body.

"If there is really something in the clan that I must solve, he can find me directly through this, and then take me back together."

"Oh." Feng Lulu leaned over to look at the mark, "It's really a convenient technique."

And it's printed directly on the belly...

Feng Lulu stretched out her finger and rubbed the mark on his stomach.

What is the principle?It wasn't painted on either.

And look at this position...

Did Feijian think he was annoying, so he slapped him directly in return?

But how can you have it in one shot?

Feng Lulu couldn't figure it out.

"Yes!" Suddenly, Hashirama's voice became louder.

"He is developing other techniques recently, because he is reaching a critical point, so he rarely comes here, and it's not because of me."

Whoa!

Lulu actually touched his belly!

Hashirama's face was so red that he didn't dare to look at Lulu, so he could only look up at the other side of the table.

Madara actually gave him a mocking smile.

Hello!how could you do this?What about a good friend?

Madara looked at Hashirama's wide eyes and curled her lips, lowered her head to peel her own pineapple, and stopped looking at him.

Humph.

Hello!help me!

Hashirama cried out for help again.

spot!help me!

It's a pity that Hashirama's cry for help was not heard.

The young body is always restless...

Something is about to move...

Hello!Stop researching!It will be bad if you study any more!

Hashirama stiffened and clutched at his clothes.

Ah, why does he have the idea of ​​"Show Lulu-chan your abs! Show your charm as a man!"!

If something dares to stand up under Lulu's nose, he can guarantee that Lulu sauce will never talk to him again!

Hey Hey hey!Hold on!

Hashirama encouraged himself.

Come on!Thousand-hand column room!

Fortunately, Feng Lulu studied it for a while, so it's okay if she can't figure it out.

She covered the clothes between the pillars and even patted them.

"It's easy to have a stomachache if you expose your belly, why are you always talking about it?"

As soon as Feng Lulu left, Hashirama immediately changed his posture, becoming a sitting with his knees hugged.

"Do you have a stomachache?"

Feng Lulu looked at him, the expression on his face became a little suspicious.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?"

Hashirama showed a stiff smile and said, "It's just a little... I'll go to the bathroom first!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped up immediately, and sneaked into the bathroom with lightning speed.

"Are you okay?"

Feng Lulu continued to string the golden cake, looking a little worried.

And Uchiha Madara, who was cutting pineapples on the side, had fallen on his brother's lap laughing.

Quan Nai also had a smile on her face, Feng Lulu looked a little confused.

What happened just now?

Hashirama went there for a long time, and when he came back, the three of them had already finished baking a wave of rice cakes and were eating pineapples.

"Are you okay? Hashirama? Do you want to go to the house for a while?"

Feng Lulu saw that he didn't seem very energetic, and was a little worried.

"Stomach is still uncomfortable? I'll make you a bowl of red bean soup? Drink it warm, maybe it will make you feel better."

Apart from nodding, what else could Senshou Zhuma say?

He couldn't say anything anymore.

"Red bean soup?" Quan Nai asked Lulu very interestedly, "Can I have a bowl too?"

"Of course you can, why don't you make it and drink it together, it's very convenient anyway."

The red bean soup that Feng Lulu mentioned is not the freshly cooked one.

If that's the case, it takes at least four hours to start soaking red beans.

But lazy people always have a lazy way. In order to quickly drink red bean soup, there is another shortcut.

That is canned red beans.

The water-soluble canned red beans are sweet, and there are red beans in addition to the bean paste.Just open a few cans and add water to boil, it is instant red bean soup.

There is no need to add sugar, it is very convenient, and it is most suitable for winter when you want to drink but are too lazy to move.

Put the boiled soup in a bowl, Feng Lulu added two pieces of baked rice cakes into it.

Baked bulging rice cakes that can be stretched as soon as they are pulled, revealing half of their white and fat bodies in the red bean paste-colored soup.

It must be soft, glutinous and hot when you take a bite, it can't be better.

Those who are afraid of sweets eat too much and feel tired, so Feng Lulu put a little platycodon, pickles and salt kombu in a small dish.

It is also a good choice to change the taste appropriately.

she thought.

In less than 10 minutes, Feng Lulu came out of the kitchen with a tray.

"Come on, have a quick drink."

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, she carefully looked at Zhu Jian's face, and thought that he might be better.

"Why don't you go lie down inside for a while after drinking, judging by your face, it seems that you are not very well..."

"I'm fine..."

Hashirama tried hard to defend. "It's all right."

"really?"

"real."

In a corner that Feng Lulu couldn't see, mushrooms grew on Zhu Jian's body.

And Madara tried hard to hold back a smile, his expression was already distorted.