[Comprehensive] Dream Commissary

Feng Lulu felt that those three robbers were simply poisonous.

why?

Because they brought Yoshida Shoyo over.

My mommy! ! !

My mommy! ! !

It's nice to have a paying adult here, but this is Yoshida Matsuyo! !

These three idiots are still living happily now!They don't even know what a god is!

But Feng Lulu knows!Not only does she know about heaven and man, she also knows about emptiness! ! !

Let us sigh again: my mommy! ! !

Facing that famous beauty with a chin (the future final boss), Feng Lulu was not without trembling.

But she knew it was useless to shake herself.

If she had a choice, she would definitely let the three plague gods take Songyang away from here and never come back again.

What husband, what wig, what dwarf fir!Go with the wind!

Still life matters.

That's exactly what Feng Lulu thought.

But God failed to fulfill people's wishes.

Songyang actually likes junk food too!

Among the four masters and apprentices, he actually eats the most!

Even the delicious wig that can't be separated from his hand has to be admitted, Song Yang's love for the sausage roller is as much as he loves the meatball!

How terrible it is!

And he seems to have a soft spot for that little stool by the window!

Obviously a big tall guy with long legs curled up on the small stool aggrievedly, it should be discordant when I think about it.

But there are three master controllers here. (Although there are explicit and recessive ones that are a bit off-line)

Those three little bastards often fought over the chair opposite Songyang.

It's so childish and cute.

Looking at Song Yang who was addicted to the sausage roller, Feng Lulu couldn't help laughing even if she wanted to.

Ugh.

Fortunately, life not only gave her despair, but also gave her hope.

The three robbers and the big boss didn't live in her house either.

Today, the silver bell on the door rang again.

"Ding Ding~"

"welcome."

Today's Feng Lulu is still slumped behind the counter like a dead fish.

Anyway, she basically had to deal with little ghosts, so she didn't want to be so tired.

A little boy came into the store.

Feng Lulu looked up.

From this point of view, it is another person who does not need to introduce himself.

The golden hair was blown on the head, and the big sea blue eyes flickered.

He wears goggles on his forehead, and has three curls on each side of his cheeks.

Uzumaki Naruto, her warm little prince! ! ! (Why do you have so many titles?)

That kid is far from the bear he was when the comics started.

Not only is he not a bear, but he is even a little cowardly.

Feng Lulu, who had already watched more than 700 episodes of Naruto, looked at the prince's small face, and almost vomited blood from the heartache.

"Want to buy something?"

Feng Lulu tried her best to keep her voice soft.

Although it sounds a little weird.

Naruto looked up at her and immediately broke eye contact.

He turned from the farthest corner.

Neither speak.

Of course Feng Lulu would not pick on him.

She felt heartbroken when she saw Naruto wandering around the door, just waiting to be found out to be a "demon fox" and fleeing.

Tears were about to roll in my eyes.

She has to control herself.

It's not easy to suppress that thought though.

She can only comfort herself in her heart:

Although the process of growing up was difficult and difficult, didn't they succeed in becoming ideal adults in the end?

she thought so.

But it didn't work at all.

She still couldn't help the heartache.

Why do these people she likes have to have such miserable lives?

Why can't they get enviable happiness?

She was upset.

But she can't do much except send some blades to Kishimoto and the orangutan.

Because it is these sufferings that created the personality she likes.

Naruto turned around for a while and looked at her for a while, and only after seeing that she really didn't intend to drive him away did he really look at the snacks.

He ended up buying two delicious sticks that tasted like pork bone broth.

Speaking of delicious, it really has all kinds of flavors.

"How much are these two?"

He tiptoed to show her what he was holding.

Feng Lulu pretended to glance at it, and then pressed twice on the calculator.

She took two lollipops from the target on the counter and stuffed them into his hands together.

"1 taels."

Naruto was obviously a little puzzled while holding the lollipop.

"The fried skewers over there, one skewer for one or two, five for one plate." Feng Lulu took out a stainless steel dinner plate from under the counter and showed him, "This plate can hold as much as you want."

Enough for 20 strings.

"Really?"

Two blue eyes looked straight at her.

"Well, but the store is small and the profit is thin, so you can't bargain or waste it."

Naruto immediately took the plate and rushed to the refrigerated display case.

A lot of sweat dripped from Feng Lulu's forehead.

You know, it is really difficult to lie in front of such a pair of pure eyes.

Yes, she lied.

The price she told Naruto was too low.

But because the prices of the items in the commissary were not expensive, she didn't have to work hard to subsidize them.

(She wouldn't say that when those bastards came in Yinshi)

At least let him drink less expired milk, right?

Feng Lulu secretly thought.

Even if you treat this place as a canteen?

When Naruto was young, he was the shortest in their class.

Although he grew taller later, it is an indisputable fact that he was a dwarf when he was a child.

Although fried skewers are not very healthy, they are complete with vegetables, meat, and eggs. She can also use these to make something else.

Such as curry rice, omelet rice, stewed meat, stir-fried vegetables and so on.

Looks like it's time to dig into the kitchen recipes.

Naruto picked out something and came to her with a plate.

She put the fried skewers into the fryer behind her one by one and stared at the heat.

"Go and get a bottle of drink yourself." She turned her head, "A plate of fried skewers and a bottle of drink, five taels buffet."

Looking at her unwavering expression, Naruto had no doubts about him.He obediently went to get a bottle of drink and sat on the guest seat by the window to wait.

Take the chicken chop out of the fryer to drain the oil, Feng Lulu cut it up and asked him to pick it up.

"The dipping sauce is mayonnaise, honey mustard, or chili tomato, which one do you want?"

"Mayonnaise."

Although this elder sister is very cold, she doesn't look like a bad person.

Naruto looked at the mayonnaise being squeezed to the edge of the fried chicken plate, thinking to himself.

"Mushrooms, meatballs, bean curds, beef, etc. I'll get them for you later."

"Thank you."

He whispered something.

"eat more."

That sister said so.

But her voice trembled a little.

What is she shaking?Naruto thought, but she didn't seem unhappy.

After sending away Naruto with a round belly, Feng Lulu watched the door being closed again, and jumped up and down twice in extreme excitement.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Feng Lulu was overjoyed.

She immediately started studying cooking.

It's like being beaten with chicken blood.

She can use chicken wing skewers and cola to make cola chicken wings, and remove the garlic from the garlic skewers and chop them up with small rapeseed to make garlic rapeseed.

Fortunately, the seasoning is complete, so she doesn't need to look for it.

Otherwise it is really difficult to deal with.

But it was strange to say that she used her own kitchen to cook two dishes, but those two dishes were not recorded in the kitchen recipes.

There is no suggestion in the book to improve cooking skills.

Although several or dozens of servings can be made, there is no recipe registration.

Could it be broken?

Feng Lulu is still in the aftertaste of excitement at this time, it is difficult to think about such a question.

As long as you can make something to eat.

Think about other issues later.

Having found such a cheap and affordable place, Naruto of course visited again.

And the boss here doesn't seem to call him "demon fox".

He's starting to like it here.

"Welcome." The boss was still lying behind the counter, looking lazy, "Are you here again? What do you want to eat today?"

"Fried skewers."

He took the small square plate and went to get things from the refrigerator by himself.

"Speaking of which, chicken chops can be made into a parent-child meal. Do you want it?" The boss sat behind the counter with his chin leaning on his chin. Do you want to taste it?"

Fried onions in butter are sweet, and the smooth egg flower with broth must be very suitable for rice.

And he ate fried skewers for several days and wanted to eat seriously.

"Can I eat it?"

Facing the sparkling blue eyes, Feng Lulu turned her head away.

"If you want to eat a few bowls and take a few chicken chops, go."

Although he didn't understand why the boss didn't like to look at him, Naruto intuitively felt that the boss didn't hate him.

Although a little frustrated, he quickly pulled himself together and went to fetch the chicken chops.

"Two slices? Are two bowls enough?"

Feng Lulu glanced at the square plate handed over.

This kid is really good at eating at a young age.

"...Sister, are you really not going to lose money?"

Naruto asked hesitantly.

Even cup noodles cost 20 taels.

"Just you, Douding, do you still want to make me poor?" Feng Lulu held back her face and sneered, resisting the desire to scream in her heart. "Don't worry about eating your food. Of course I have a reason for my pricing. Have you ever seen someone who is selling at a loss and really loses money?" (The one who lost money is here)

Naruto believed it.

So he took the plate and went to pick up two more slices.

A big smile filled his face, as bright as the sun.

"Thank you sister."