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Just burning wood, if you are not careful, will smoke yourself all over the face, and a group of powder will enter your eyes, so that you can't open your eyes.

But these, for Uncle Yile, are really pediatrics, and this kind of thing will not happen at all.

Whether it is putting firewood into the stove under the stove, or burning wood in a hot pot, Uncle Yile walks like flowing water, very smooth, giving people the appearance that he is not doing something very low, giving people a pleasing enjoyment.

It's like dancing.

Yes, it's like dancing, every movement of Uncle Yile, if you break them down one by one, you will find that one more point is too much, and one point less is too little.

Uncle Yile actually eliminated all unnecessary actions, leaving only the most essential part.

Refined, convenient!

This is one of the secrets that Uncle Yile has relied on for many years to become famous!

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tried!

At this moment, Uncle Yile is like a sword that has been polished for many years, and this moment finally shows his edge!

Hiss, snap.

When the iron pot was burned black and red, the golden cooking oil and a few finely chopped garlic grains were suddenly put into the pot, and there was a strange sound, and then, a mellow fragrance wafted out.

Uncle Yile skillfully scalded the oil, so that the periphery of the iron pot was stained with a little oil to prevent the stir-fried vegetables from sticking to the pan, and also made the cold cooking oil quickly heat up and become piping hot.

It's time!

Uncle Yile picked up a pot of steamed rice, made a noise, and poured it into the iron pot.

In an instant, a flame rose and went over the rice and covered it.

If you were a novice, you would have already panicked at this time, and you would definitely plan to extinguish the flames on the iron pot first.

Uncle Yile is different!

Grab the handle of the pot with your left hand and stir-fry the rice with all your might.

Like a big wave crashing on a reef, grains of white and tender rice fly in the air, crossing a beautiful arc, like a bird's nest returning to the nest, and suddenly returning to the bottom of the pot.

At this time, just like a young man entering society, he will definitely change his appearance, and the round rice grains will suddenly change, dyed with a thin layer of gold, and emit a brilliant light under the light, which is very beautiful.

When each grain of rice is stained with a layer of cooking oil, Uncle Yile flips his palm, and the egg white yolk flows out of the two eggs when they collide.

In this process, Uncle Yile also did not waste any time and did not give the rice a chance to burn!

Between the spatulas flying, the rice is churning, the eggs are blending, and the aroma is wafting!

Soon, when the rice was cooked, Uncle Yile poured the fried rice on the white plate like a hill, and between the golden rice grains, the finely chopped eggs were evenly mixed in it, giving people a neat sense of layering.

Finally, Uncle Yile sprinkled the chopped green onion on top, and in an instant, the egg fried rice that belonged to Uncle Yile was ready.

"I really want to eat the egg fried rice made by Uncle Yiraku. ”

A viewer watching through the big screen stared at the screen as he wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, as if this would fulfill his wish.

"Oh my God, Uncle Ichiraku not only makes the ramen delicious, but even the egg fried rice is so tempting. ”

A regular customer of Yile Restaurant said that he will also go to the restaurant to eat Uncle Yile's egg fried rice in the future.

When Uncle Yile carried the plate, he came to the front of the three generations.

In the distance, Sandaime smelled a garlic smell mixed with the aroma of eggs, which was very rich and very good.

"Unfortunately, that's not enough!"

The three generations were expressionless, and they said secretly in their hearts.

For him, what egg fried rice hasn't been eaten?

Whether it is the egg fried rice cooked by the enthusiastic villagers when they go down to the grassroots level to observe the people's conditions, or the egg fried rice cooked by the top chefs of a country at the dinner party of the daimyo banquet, the three generations have not eaten it.

As the saying goes, once the sea was difficult to turn into water, but Wushan is not a cloud.

I have seen the mountains and fields of the sea, and I have seen the fish and shrimp in the lake, and only he knows the taste.

"Hokage-sama, please use it slowly. ”

Uncle Yile brought the plate to the current table of the three generations, even if it was him, he didn't dare to move in front of the three generations, and said softly.

"Thank you. ”

Miyome glanced at Uncle Ichiraku with a grateful look, then picked up the spoon and slipped a corner from the plate.

Swallow it in one bite......

The three generations closed their eyes slightly, chewed full, and tasted the food cooked by Uncle Yile with their hearts.

The three generations sometimes frowned, sometimes sparsely distant, which also made Uncle Yile, who was nervous on the side, startled by him, feeling that this short wait was like a long secession war, and his heart was anxious for a while.

"Well, the fried rice is hot but not burnt, and the eggs are broken but not rotten, which can be said to be the realm of the word fried and the true meaning. ”

Miyome put down the spoon and said slowly in a long tone as if he was still savoring.

"Ichiraku, you made fried rice very well. ”

Miyome commented.

"Thank you, Hokage-sama. Uncle Yile said excitedly.

This excitement, like the death of a confidant, made Uncle Yile finally find a gourmand who can truly understand his craft.

"But ......" the third generation of eyes changed their voices and looked at Yang Ming: "Yile, don't take it lightly, there is a mysterious little friend there." ”

"Hokage-sama, I don't think it's necessary!"

Uncle Yile looked at the three generations with certainty and said: "The reason why he can cook the so-called delicious food is probably because of the mysterious ingredients used, and now in this strange environment, I don't believe he can make anything." ”

"Yes...... "Sandaime looked unfathomable, "then let's wait and see." ”

How could he not have thought of this, otherwise, as the organizer and referee, why would the three generations of people work hard and deliberately stipulate the use of ingredients provided by the village for cooking?

Everything is nothing but calculation.

And Yang Ming's cooking secret is just one part of this calculation.

The three generations also wanted to know if Yang Ming could really use any ingredients to cook a meal that increased chakra.

If it really is, I can't say it, and the three generations have no choice but to go down in person, bring Yang Ming into the Hokage Building to be monitored, and squeeze out all his cooking secrets.

Don't underestimate the shadow of any village, especially the shadow of the five major countries, their festivals, sometimes they are really like that, and they can break it if they want to.

Back then, the original Hokage shocked the entire Hokage world, and the entire Konoha knew everything.

But now?

Under the intentional guidance of the three generations, the current Konoha villagers only know that the three generations are the strongest Hokage ever, but they have forgotten the first and second generations who once dominated the ninja world.