Chapter 48 Heartstring Egg Fried Rice

"well……"

Sandaime let out a long sigh, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Having eaten Yang Ming's fried rice with eggs, in his opinion, this competition is no longer necessary.

Third generation took another spoonful of fried rice, closed his eyes, and chewed slowly, his thoughts drifted away at some point.

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

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

At that time, he often trained alone, accompanied by loneliness, and lived by practicing.

Originally, all this would 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 being alone?"

Everything has changed.

The third generation turned his head arrogantly, and replied: "I want you to take care of it!"

Since then, the girl often came over, carrying a basket filled with fried rice with eggs.

Although the third generation said no every time, but his body was very honest, and he finished the fried rice brought by the girl.

There is very little oil in the egg fried rice, and there are no scallions. It doesn't taste good and the taste is not good.

But at that time, in that short time, the third generation felt that this was the happiest thing in his life.

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

But the egg fried rice she scrambled was extraordinary.

The girl never said that she liked the third generation.

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

The third generation was also happy, and the two maintained an unspeakable relationship.

But all of this has changed.

The war broke out suddenly, and the third generation was enlisted to go to the front.

Before leaving, she still brought a plate of fried rice with eggs to the third generation as parting.

The third generation hurried away without eating, but unexpectedly it was a farewell.

War brings killing, and it also takes away the girl's life.

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

How many people love silently in the name of friends, but never know each other from now on.

There was once a true relationship in front of the third generation, but he didn't cherish it, and regretted it when he lost it.

Third generation had fried rice in his mouth, tears welled up.

People are most loyal to themselves when they are loneliest.

At this moment, the third generation remembered that the girl once said: "Those who have eaten and cried can go on."

At that time, the third generation did not know what this meant.

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

The ups and downs came to my heart.

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

A plate of fried rice with eggs, I ate it while choking.

What Sandaimu eats is not fried rice, but loneliness.

The third generation slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time there was a sense of relaxation in his tired eyes.

It turns out that aspiring to the top of the world is not as good as the girl's plate of fried rice with eggs.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world.

"Yang Ming, thank you for allowing me to eat such delicious fried rice."

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

Then, Sandaime did something that everyone present did not expect!

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

boom!

At this moment, the scene is out of control!

Countless spectators stood up suddenly, with disbelief on their faces.

Is the third generation crazy?

This is the idea of ​​almost everyone present!

Screaming, wolf howling, the sound keeps on!

People vent their incomprehension in their own ways!

You know, this is a tribute to Omura Kage!

Only those who have made outstanding contributions to the village, such as the fourth generation who died in battle, have this kind of high-standard treatment!

Today, Yang Ming won such an honor as a chef!

It doesn't get any crazier than this!

Back then, at the memorial service for the death of the fire country daimyo, the third generation did not do this.

Could it be that Yang Ming's value is still higher than that of a famous name?

At this moment, countless people who had despised Yang Ming before felt ashamed, while those who had always supported Yang Ming were celebrating.

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

Qianshou Tongjian looked at the indifferent Yang Ming from a distance, and sighed: "From now on, who in the world doesn't know the king?"

Compared to the others, Uncle Yile's complexion paled, and he sat down on the ground decadently.

Uncle Yile looked at the third generation in despair, his lips trembled, but he still couldn't help it, and said, "Master Hokage, I already know that I must lose, but can you tell me why I lost?"

The third generation glanced at Uncle Yile with pity, and sighed: "Because the dishes you cook have no soul."

In an instant, Uncle Yile's tiger's body shook, as if he had been struck by lightning.

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

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

"It seems that I am not wronged."

Uncle Yile smiled miserably.

Not only did his daughter die after losing the game, but even the food concept he had always upheld was shattered.

At this time, Yang Ming came to Uncle Yile.

"Are you here to mock me?"

Uncle Yile sat on the ground, looking up at Yang Ming, with an unusually calm expression, as if foreseeing it, "That's right, you are the winner and have the qualifications."

"No!"

Yang Ming shook his head.

He looked straight at Uncle Yile very seriously, and suddenly stretched out his hand, saying: "I always think that friendship comes first, competition comes second, and it is precisely because of good competition among chefs that more and more delicious food will be born. "

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

"I didn't expect that I would lose so thoroughly."

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 a hero seeing a hero suddenly appeared in their hearts, and it was too late to meet each other!

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

"Thanks to the two chefs for allowing us to witness an unparalleled competition!"

"Let us congratulate them with warm applause!"

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

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

The applause was like thunder, and the roar continued, resounding through the sky!

This day is destined to be recorded in history!

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

When the author wrote this chapter, thinking of the past, he wrote it while crying.

Please don't complain about this girl, I made it original.

I hope that lovers will get married in the end, that is Jiang Zi.