Chapter 179 A Flying Rice Dumpling

Zilai also wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, stared at the delicious rice dumplings, "Boss, aren't they ready yet?"

Yang Ming shook his head, "Wait a little longer."

I never thought that the wait would be half an hour.

When Yang Ming made the nine-zizi rice dumpling thoroughly, what was displayed in front of everyone was the steaming deliciousness.

I saw nine different sizes, or triangular, or quadrangular rice dumplings, composed of different types and flavors, connected together, nine different colors of cotton thread, like colorful clouds, accompanied by left and right, like fairy palace-like delicacies.

Zilai was already hungry and thirsty, so he snatched it up, but unexpectedly, the zongzi had just been taken out of the hot pot, the surface temperature was extremely high, and his fingers were burnt red all of a sudden.

But at present, Zilai can't control so much about food.

He quickly peeled off the layers of rice dumpling leaves, revealing the fertile rice dumpling meat inside, and a burst of fragrance swept over, driving away all the surrounding smells.

For a moment, Jiraiya's nose was filled with the incomparable scent of glutinous rice.

I saw that under the dark green zongzi wrapping, the orange-yellow zongzi was like the moon surrounded by stars, exuding an attractive brilliance.

grunt!

Ji Lai also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and bit down without caring about the heat.

"Well!"

"It's hot!"

A burst of hotness burns the tip of the tongue, like a single spark can start a prairie fire, and with a single breath, it spreads instantly.

Ji Lai also frowned, the grains of glutinous rice were particularly distinct, it tasted unique and tough.

But he was surprised that this zongzi had a strange taste, neither salty nor spicy, and he was a little bit unacceptable when he ate it at first, but once he accepted it, he found it was unexpectedly delicious.

In fact, the zongzi that Ji Lai also ate was alkaline water zongzi.

The taste of alkaline rice dumplings is thicker, tougher and chewier than other rice dumplings, and it has a unique fragrance.

When Jiraiya took a bite, he tasted a slightly alkaline and salty taste, which immediately filled his mouth with fragrance.

Alkaline-salty is not a common salty taste. It is difficult to describe this flavor. People who don't like it will never like it, but once they accept it, they will fall in love with this taste without hesitation.

In the slightly light taste, accompanied by continuous chewing, a little bit of sweetness flows out like a gurgling water, moistening the tongue, which makes people have an unexpected surprise.

Ever since Orochimaru's defection and Tsunade's sad departure, Jirai has been wandering outside, in the name of investigating information about Orochimaru. In fact, he has no intention of leaving this sad place.

Ever since he was a child, Jiraiya has always regarded the third generation teacher as his father.

It's a pity that after so many years of wandering abroad, Zilai also strangely doesn't feel much homesickness.

Perhaps, ninjas are born to be fighting tools and don't need any emotions, right?

However, when Zilai also tasted the zongzi in his mouth, for some reason, he felt a rare feeling of happiness.

It's great to be home!

Not only Zilai also felt this emotion, even other employees were more or less moved by the emotion contained in the zongzi.

Especially Neji.

Originally, his heart was full of resentment towards the Zong family, thinking that if it hadn't been for the people of the Zong family, his father would not have died.

This is like a thorn, deeply pierced in Ning Ci's heart, like a stick in his throat, he can't spit out!

But when he ate Yang Ming's zongzi, Ning Ci's mind suddenly recalled Hinata's voice, appearance, and what he said to him during the Chunin exam.

At this moment, Ning Ci was surprisingly calm.

He opened his slightly closed eyes, and secretly said: "If you have time, go and see Hinata, I hope she won't resent me."

While all the employees were tasting delicious food, Gaara was in a hurry.

Just making zongzi makes Gaara want to scold someone anxiously.

Isn't it just a zongzi, why make it so complicated, don't you know it's very troublesome!

Gaara looked at the Zongye that was torn again in his hand, feeling depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

Is this still a dish that doesn't require any cooking skills?

This is so difficult!

For a while, Gaara was impatient.

For him, it really is better to fight and kill to save trouble!

"well!"

Gaara felt the Shukaku in his body ready to move, and sighed, no matter how reluctant he was, he still had to continue studying!

When it comes to studying, what Gaara dislikes the most is studying, it's mind-boggling!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have cheated on the Chunin exam.

This time, Gaara first recalled the details of Yang Ming's making zongzi in his mind before acting again.

He held his breath, and his expression was extremely focused, as if he was facing a shadow-level powerhouse, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Gaara controlled the strength of her hands and carefully folded up the rice dumpling leaves.

Because the zong leaves are very thin and cannot withstand tossing, I love Luo to be extra careful.

After some hard work, Gaara finally wrapped the zongzi.

But at this time, from behind Gaara, there was a snort of laughter.

Gaara frowned and turned around displeased, just in time to see Bai Tiantian smiling.

"What are you laughing at?" Gaara said angrily.

Bai Yi pointed to the zongzi in Gaara's hand, originally wanted to hold back his laughter, but couldn't take it anymore.

But in order to take care of Gaara's emotions, Bai considered his sentence and said with a tactful smile: "I have never seen such a weird shape."

"Wonderful?"

Gaara looked at the zongzi in his hand in puzzlement, did the zongzi wrap the zongzi?

Are you okay?

My love Luo thought that Bai was looking for faults, so he found Yang Ming, raised the zongzi he had wrapped in his hand, "Master, did I wrap this zongzi wrong?"

Under Gaara's expectant eyes, even Yang Ming, who could face the collapse of Mount Tai, would not change his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

Yang Ming patted Gaara on the shoulder, and looked at him with a look that was optimistic about you.

"Work hard, you... have a bright future!"

"Really?" Gaara's eyes glowed with approval.

"The premise is that your aesthetics should be normal." Yang Ming added a knife.

"My aesthetic?" Gaara lowered his head strangely, looking at the triangular-shaped zongzi in his hand.

At this time, other employees were also attracted by the movement here, but they couldn't help laughing when they saw the rice dumplings in Gaara's hands.

Because, the appearance of this zongzi is astonishingly large!

Yang Ming is afraid that it will dampen Gaara's enthusiasm for learning. As a teacher, he must learn to encourage students and let them pick up their confidence, even if it is a dark road!

Yang Ming pressed his hands on Gaara's shoulders, and said earnestly, "Don't worry about what other people think."

"Actually, Gaara, you are very talented!"

"Would you like to try making dark dishes?"

At this moment, Yang Ming is like a beggar, holding a martial arts cheat book worth 80 cents, with the four big characters Tathagata God's Palm scrawled on it, but he seduces Gaara in a serious manner.