indianbanksassociation Chapter 409
Chapter 409
Chapter 409
Yu Zhibo knows very well that if he cannot overcome today's obstacles, it will be difficult to operate in the leaves in the future.
Not like that, you still fight for it.
But looking at the rice in the spoon, like the gold under the huge waves, it exudes a charming brilliance, and the eyes of the third generation will swallow the stomach with the problem in their mouths.
why do you want so muchEat it again!
Swallow it in one bite.
Just as the wheels rolled forward, after three generations of chewing, a grain of rice was instantly crushed.
"This is."
The third generation's eyes suddenly opened and there was no channel.
Next to him, Uncle Yi Le walked over nervously and said, "Master Hokage, isn't it too bad to eat?"
"No"
The eyes of the three generations shook their heads and closed their eyes slightly, as if reminiscing about the taste.
He has eaten the most expensive food in the world and tasted strange dark food.
But in my life, three generations have all preferred to cook alone.
And when the egg fried rice entered the mouth, after a while, the fragrance inside exploded, as if his mouth was filled with grenades, and the whole tongue was immediately occupied by the fragrance.
That's what eggs smell like!
Turns out the egg fried rice didn't have any aroma as all the aroma was piled up on every grain of rice!
When the fragrance broke out, the eyes of the three generations seemed to see a rooster in front of the body, suddenly raised its neck, and shouted "clap"!
The third generation looked at Yu Zhibo complicatedly and said, "I would like to ask, why can you make such fried rice with eggs?"
It turned out that the third generation believed that Yu Zhibo would not reveal the secret of this cooking.
Who knows, Yu Zhibo just said calmly: "Do it with your heart, you can make people happy food."
This asks low achievers why high achievers have such good academic performance.The high achievers replied, "Just study hard."
"All right"
The eyes of the three generations sighed for a long time, and the wrinkles on the face relaxed, like blooming chrysanthemums.
After eating Yu Zhibo's fried rice, he thought the game was unnecessary.
The eyes of the three generations dug out another spoonful of fried rice. I closed my eyes and chewed slowly. I don't know when my thoughts have drifted away.
A long time ago, when he was a second-generation student.
Among the four students in the second generation, the third generation is not the best, but the best.
At that time, he often trained alone, accompanied by loneliness, and lived by practicing.
Initially, it will all go on and on.
But that day, when a girl appeared in front of him, she asked him curiously: "Why do you always practice alone, not afraid of being alone?"
Everything has changed.
The third generation bowed its head proudly and replied, "I want you to take care of it!"
Since then, the girl often came over to get a basket of fried rice with eggs in it.
Although every time, the three generations said no, but the body was honest, and the girl finished eating with fried rice.
There was very little oil in the fried rice and no onions.It doesn't taste good and doesn't taste good.
But at that time, in that short period of time, the three generations felt that this was the happiest thing in their lives.
The girl is very ordinary, and the family is also very ordinary.
But she fried rice with eggs, but very special.
The girl never speaks, saying that she likes the third generation.
She just walked through the lonely practice as a friend.
The third generation is also happy, and the two maintain an indescribable relationship.
But all that has changed.
The war broke out suddenly, and three generations were drafted to the front line.
After leaving, she gave the third generation a plate of fried rice as a farewell.
The eyes of the three generations were washed away, and they didn't eat, but they didn't expect this to be goodbye.
The war brings the killing and takes the girl's life.
That plate of fried rice with eggs has been the ultimate song ever since.
How many people love each other silently in the name of friends, but since then, the world is strange.
There was once a true love in front of three generations, he didn't cherish it, and regretted it until he lost time.
Three generations have used fried rice in their eyes, and tears have flowed out.
People are most true to themselves when they are loneliest.
At this time, the three generations thought that the girl once said: "Those who cry and eat can go on."
At the time, the third generation didn't know what it meant.
But when the salty tears flowed into the mouth and mixed with the aroma of fried rice, three generations understood.
Sweet and sour, sour and spicy, come to think of it.
"At that time, I said that life is as splendid as summer flowers, but now I understand that ordinary is the only answer."
A plate of fried rice with eggs, eaten in the throat.
What the third generation eats is not fried rice, but loneliness.
The eyes of the third generation slowly opened their eyes, and for the first time, their tired eyes felt a sense of relaxation.
As it turns out, winning the world isn't as good as a little girl cooking a plate of fried rice with eggs.
Unfortunately, in this world, there is no regret in taking medicine.
"Yu Zhibo, thank you for allowing me to eat such delicious fried rice."
The three generations looked at Yu Zhibo with unprecedented seriousness, as if this was not enough, he suddenly stood up.
Then, the third generation gave an order that no one thought of!
The eyes of the three generations took off their caps, and placed them in front of the body in a pious posture, with their heads drooping slightly, in a respectful posture!
boom!
At this moment, the scene got out of control!
Countless spectators stood up, unable to believe their faces.
Are three generations crazy?
This is the thought of almost everyone present!
Scream, wolf howl, the sound goes on!
People vent their puzzles in their own way!
You know, it's a big village shadow respect!
Only those who have made outstanding contributions to the village, such as the fourth generation, can die in the war and receive such high treatment!
Today, Yu Zhibo led the chef to win such an honor!
It doesn't get any crazier than this!
In those days, three generations did not do so at a memorial service in the name of the fire.
It's hard to say, Yu Zhibo's value is still higher than that of famous people?
At this moment, countless people who once despised Yu Zhibo were ashamed of themselves, while those who had always supported Yu Zhibo celebrated each other.
"I knew it!" Miyamoto Musashi clenched his fist and waved to the sky. “Boss Yu Zhibo is the best!”
Thousands of bronze hands looked at a pale face of Yu Zhibo, and sighed: "From now on, is there anyone who doesn't appreciate you?"
Compared with the others, Uncle Yi Le wiped his face, his face was pale, and he fell to the ground decadently.
Uncle Yi Le looked at the third generation in despair, his lips trembled, but he couldn't help but said: "Master Hokage, I already knew that I would lose, but can you tell me why I lost?"
The three generations looked at Uncle Yi benevolently, and sighed: "Because the food you cook has no soul."
Suddenly, an uncle, a tiger's body was shocked, as if struck by lightning.
Like those songs that are handed down from the source, it is because they can move people that they can be sung for a long time.
Uncle Yi Le's food is very delicious, but it is similar to a gorgeous article and lacks the core finishing pen.
"I seem to have failed unjustly."
Uncle Yi Le smiled sadly.
Not only will his daughter die if he loses the game, but even the concept of food that he has always insisted on will be broken.
At this time, Yu Zhiboyan came to Uncle Yier's side.
(End of this chapter)