"Alas......"

The three generations let out a long sigh, and the wrinkles on their faces relaxed, like blooming chrysanthemums. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After eating Yang Ming's egg fried rice, in his opinion, this competition is no longer needed.

Miyome picked up another spoonful of fried rice, closed his eyes, and chewed slowly, his thoughts drifting away at some point.

A long time ago, when he was a second-generation student.

Among the four students of the second generation, the talent of the third generation is not the best, but it is the hardest-working.

At that time, he was often training alone, with solitude as a companion, to make a living by cultivating.

Originally, this was going to continue.

But that day, when a young girl appeared in front of him, she asked him curiously, "Why do you always practice alone, aren't you afraid of loneliness?"

Everything has changed.

The three generations tilted their heads proudly and replied, "I want you to take care of it!"

Since then, the girl has often come over, carrying a basket with egg fried rice.

Although every time, the three generations said no, but the body was very honest and ate the fried rice brought by the girl.

There is very little oil in the egg fried rice, and there are no green onions, so it does not taste fragrant and does not taste good.

But at that time, in that short time, the three generations felt that this was the happiest thing in their lives.

The girl is very ordinary, and the family is also ordinary.

But her scrambled egg fried rice is not ordinary.

The girl never spoke, saying that she liked the three generations.

She just accompanied her through that lonely period of practice as a friend.

The three generations are also happy to do this, and the two maintain an unspeakable relationship.

But all this has changed.

War broke out suddenly, and Miyome was drafted to the front.

Before leaving, she still sent a plate of egg fried rice to the three generations as a parting.

The three generations rushed away and didn't eat, but they didn't expect this to be goodbye.

War brings killing, but it also takes the lives of young girls.

Since then, that plate of egg fried rice has become a swan song.

How many people love silently in the name of friends, but they have never been strangers from the end of the world.

There was once a true love in front of the three generations, but he didn't cherish it, and he regretted it when he lost it.

The three generations had fried rice in their mouths, and tears were already pouring out.

When people are the loneliest, they are the most loyal to themselves.

At this moment, the three generations remembered that the girl had said, "Those who have cried and eaten can go on." ”

At the time, the three generations didn't know what this meant.

But when salty tears flowed into his mouth and mixed with the fragrant fried rice, Miyome understood.

Ups and downs, welling up in my heart.

"Back then, I said that life was as brilliant as summer flowers, but now I understand that ordinary is the only answer. ”

A plate of egg fried rice, eaten in a choked throat.

Instead of fried rice, the three generations eat loneliness.

Miyome slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time there was a sense of relief in his tired eyes.

It turns out that winning the world is not as good as a plate of egg fried rice for the girl.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world.

"Yang Ming, thank you for letting me eat such delicious fried rice. ”

The third generation looked at Yang Ming with a seriousness that he had never seen before, as if this was not enough, he suddenly stood up.

Then, the three generations did something that everyone present did not expect!

The third generation actually took off the Hokage hat and put it in front of him with a pious attitude, his head hanging slightly, and posed in a gesture of respect!

Rumble!

At this moment, the scene is out of control!

Countless viewers stood up suddenly, their faces in disbelief.

Are the three generations crazy?

That's what almost everyone present thinks!

Screaming, wolf howling, and screaming!

In their own ways, people vent their incomprehension in their hearts!

You know, this is a tribute to a big village shadow!

Only people who have made outstanding contributions to the village, such as the four generations who died in battle, can have such high-standard treatment!

And today, Yang Ming has won such an honor as a chef!

It doesn't get much crazier than that!

I think that back then, at the memorial service for the death of the Daimyo of the Fire Country, the three generations did not do this.

Could it be that Yang Ming's value is still above the daimyo?

At this moment, countless people who despised Yang Ming before were embarrassed, and those who had always supported Yang Ming celebrated.

"I knew it!" Miyamoto Musashi clenched his fists fiercely and waved it towards the sky, "Boss Yang Ming is the best!"

The thousand-handed copper looked at Yang Ming with an indifferent face, and sighed: "From now on, who in the world doesn't know you?"

Compared to the others, Uncle Yile's face turned pale, and he sat down on the ground decadently.

Uncle Yiraku looked at Sandaime in despair, his lips trembled, but he still couldn't help it, and said, "Hokage-sama, I already know that I will definitely lose, but can you tell me why I lost?"

The three generations swept over Uncle Yile with pity and sighed, "Because, the dishes you make have no soul." ”

Suddenly, Uncle Yile's tiger body shook, as if he was hit by lightning.

Just like those songs that can be passed down from the origin, it is precisely because they can move people that they can be sung through the ages.

Uncle Ichiraku's food is delicious, but it is like a flowery article, lacking the core of the finishing touch.

"It seems that I have not been unjustly defeated. ”

Uncle Yile smiled miserably.

Not only did he lose the game and his daughter checkmate, but even the food concept he had always adhered to was shattered.

At this time, Yang Ming came to Uncle Yile.

"Are you here to taunt me?"

Uncle Yile sat on the ground and looked up at Yang Ming, his expression was unusually calm, as if he had foreseen it, "That's right, you are the winner, you have this qualification." ”

"No!"

Yang Ming shook his head.

He looked directly at Uncle Yile very seriously, suddenly stretched out his hand, and said, "I have always felt that friendship comes first, competition comes second, and it is precisely because of good competition between chefs that more rich delicacies will be born." ”

At this moment, in the eyes of Uncle Yile, Yang Ming's figure was like a radiant sun!

"I didn't expect that I would be so completely defeated. ”

Uncle Yile laughed at himself, stretched out his hand to grab Yang Ming, and stood up from the ground.

The two looked at each other, and the pride of seeing a hero and a hero was born in their hearts, and they hated to see each other late!

"Oh oh oh!" Host K picked up the microphone and shouted, "What a sincere feeling, this is the real game!"

"Thank you to the two chefs for giving us a game like no other!"

"Let's congratulate them with a round of applause!"

At this moment, whether it was the audience who despised Yang Ming before, or others, they all stood up very tacitly.

Tens of thousands of people got up at the same time!

The applause was like thunder, roaring non-stop, resounding in the sky!

This day is destined to go down in history!

Many years later, when today's parties suddenly look back, they will still say to others in a proud tone: "I have watched this competition!"