Chapter 115 Orochimaru Was Moved by Egg Fried Rice

The process of waiting for delicious food is constantly breeding expectations.

It is precisely because of human beings' persistent pursuit of food that there will be more and more rich dishes.

Orochimaru's patience has always been very good.

But today he found that he was a little impatient and wanted to eat the food cooked by Yang Ming earlier.

For Orochimaru, this feeling is really unfamiliar for a long time.

Even in the ninja world war, when he led an army to fight against the enemy, he would starve in the wild in order to ambush the enemy army.

But now, in Dashewan's calm heart, Yang Ming's delicious food is like a stone falling, causing waves to stir up.

Holding the steaming egg fried rice, Dang Bai walked with wind, causing the diners to turn their heads frequently, and they came to Da She Wan.

Orochimaru observed carefully, and could see that after a period of busy work, a layer of sweat appeared on both sides of Bai Junqiao's face, and his expression was a little tired.

However, as a waiter in Yang Ming's shop, Bai has cultivated himself very well, knowing that he represents the face of the shop to the outside world, no matter how hard and tiring he is, he still pretends to be nonchalant.

A smile emerged from the corner of Bai's mouth, which looked natural and beautiful, and he said in a slightly apologetic tone: "I kept you waiting, here is the egg fried rice you ordered, please take it easy."

Anyone who sees Bai's smile will also be moved by his sincerity.

Even though the blood is as cold as Orochimaru, at this moment there is more warmth in my heart, like ice touching the sunshine of spring, I feel very comfortable.

Orochimaru's stiff face drew an arc abruptly, and said with a half-smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

If people familiar with Orochimaru were here, seeing that Orochimaru would smile so amiably, instead of being crazy or cruel as usual, I would think that I had misjudged the person.

In fact, time is a butcher's knife.

Back then, when Orochimaru was still a pure and innocent young lady, his heart was full of positive energy.

In the past years, he was full of vigor, scolded Fang Qiu, and pointed out the country. The dung soil was strong in those days, and he wanted to compete with the God of Heaven.

It's a pity that the cruelty of war and the despicableness of human nature completely destroyed the innocent Orochimaru, especially the death of his parents, which was the most ruthless blow to his weak and weak heart.

Since then, the ninja world lost a positive genius and added a gloomy and despicable schemer.

Not everyone is like Naruto, who can maintain the innocence and persistence of the past even if he encounters any setbacks.

Not everyone is as lucky as Naruto. As a child of destiny, he can always turn bad luck into good fortune, and become stronger as he fights.

Orochimaru is just one of the mortal beings, he just has more talents than ordinary people, which gives him the right to control his own destiny, so that he can not let others dominate his life.

Orochimaru looked at the egg fried rice in front of him, and his heart suddenly warmed up.

Back then, when he was still young, his mother used to make fried rice with eggs for him to eat.

However, his mother's cooking skills were not as superb as Yang Ming's. The eggs were fried to pieces, and the rice was fried to black, with a strong burnt smell.

Recalling the past, there is only a deep melancholy.

Orochimaru picked up a porcelain-white spoon and dug out a corner of the egg fried rice.

I saw that the egg-fried rice had clear grains and full grains, and the layer of egg liquid on the top was like gold, wrapping each grain of rice tightly, like gold, and it seemed to glow under the light.

Orochimaru swallowed it in one gulp.

In the past, for Orochimaru, eating was just a daily routine to replenish energy in the body.

But in Yang Ming's shop, the definition of eating has been redefined.

It turns out that eating is still a kind of enjoyment.

At this moment, Orochimaru is not a powerful ninja master, nor is he a fearsome executioner.

Without any external interference, beyond the shackles of identity, just simply taste the food.

When the big snake ball starts between the teeth, slowly chew the fried rice with eggs. A grain of rice is like a grain of beans. The taste is very good, without the feeling of being sticky together, and there will be no bump like eating gravel.

A grain of rice is very soft, and when the teeth touch it, it suddenly shatters and emits a mellow fragrance.

Immediately, the entire tongue was filled with fragrance.

It's not that Orochimaru has never tasted delicious food, but those so-called master chefs are destined to be eclipsed in front of this bowl of egg fried rice.

There is no fancy, no exaggeration, just a simple plate of fried rice with eggs, but it is worth a thousand words.

Orochimaru gently closed his eyes, feeling the tranquility of the soul at this moment, and the supreme delicacy in his mouth.

At this moment, the softest part of his heart, which had not been moved for a long time, was suddenly touched.

In a daze, a vague figure appeared in front of Dashemaru, wearing simple clothes and carrying him on his back, busy in front of the stove.

Although it was just a back view, it deeply hurt Orochimaru's nerves.

Because, this is his mother's back.

Vaguely, he seemed to see his mother's slightly clumsy skill, accidentally put too much firewood, and a powerful flame burst out immediately, leaking from the bottom of the whole pot, spewing out some sparks.

Then, a strong burning smell, accompanied by a thick black smoke, spread out, enveloped the entire kitchen, and poured out towards the location of Dashewan.

When Orochimaru opened his eyes, he only felt that the eye sockets were a little moist.

He wiped it with his hand and found that it was crystal tears.

Orochimaru pulled his stiff face slightly, revealing a smile that was not a smile, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "I didn't expect..."

Fortunately, Orochimaru thinks that no one recognizes him, so a little gaffe is nothing more than that.

It was only in Yang Ming's small shop that he would relax a little bit and reveal his true temperament.

After all, no one is born sinister and cold-blooded.

It's just that, as a superior, sometimes wearing a mask for a long time, that mask will replace his original personality.

When a portion of egg fried rice comes into my belly, Orochimaru is still full of ideas, and I still feel very hungry.

For a strong person at his level, the amount of food eaten in one meal is several times that of ordinary people, and it is also a rare and common thing.

However, in order not to attract the attention of others, Orochimaru carefully ordered two dishes.

Unfortunately, Orochimaru never dreamed that he did not attract the attention of other people, but he attracted the attention of Yang Ming's system!

When white lotuses grew under his feet, he dragged a tray, and put a bowl of beef ramen in front of Dashewan, which opened the prelude to Dashewan's tragic life.

For this bowl of beef ramen, Yang Ming used Nianghuaquan to cook the noodles, every slender one could not be separated from Yang Ming's full of malice.

Orochimaru looked at the beef ramen, because he had the beautiful jade of egg fried rice in front of him, and he was full of expectations for it.

"I don't know, what surprise will this bowl of beef ramen give me?" Dashemaru thought to himself.

Rest today, I went to bed late, there is another update at 11:30 in the evening