Asma looked at Ming Jing, who had a serious look on his face, and didn't know what to say. Anyway, he just felt that these words were quite inappropriate to say from Ming Jing's mouth.
But if you think about it carefully, maybe this guy can really do it!
Asma was a little unsure. After thinking for a while, he observed for a while before drawing a conclusion. So Asma looked at the mirror and said, "Let's talk about cooking!"
Ming Jing rolled his eyes and said with disdain: "What can you say to me about cooking? It's better to just sit there and wait to eat."
"Ah ha ha ha ha..." Asma smiled awkwardly, as if this was really the case!
Half an hour later, a rich aroma unique to fish wafted out of the purple clay pot. Asma couldn't help but take a deep breath and said, "I can't help it just by smelling it!"
Ming Jing opened the pot, sprinkled some chopped green onion, added a spoonful of salt, stirred it a few times, then filled a bowl of milky white fish soup and handed it to Asma.
Asma took the fish soup and smelled the intoxicating aroma before carefully taking a sip. When the fish soup entered his mouth, Asma felt that his taste buds were about to explode! The soup was mellow and delicious,
It was slightly spicy but not greasy. He tasted the fish again. The fish fillets were tender and smooth, and the meat was so tender that it seemed to melt in the mouth.
"It's really great!" Asma said, giving a thumbs up to the mirror.
Qing Yan was also holding a bowl of fish soup, and he almost drank it in one mouthful. Then Jun said with a slight blush on his face: "The food made by the young master is the most delicious!"
Ming Jing added a bowl himself, let it cool down a little and tasted the fish soup. Then he put down the bowl and frowned and started to look at another prepared crucian carp. After a moment, he said: "As expected, Qingyan's soup is taken out and poured."
Come on!"
"Huh? Why? It's obviously delicious!" Asma quickly grabbed the purple clay pot to protect it and asked in disbelief.
"It's my fault. I accidentally broke the gallbladder when handling the crucian carp. This soup has a bitter taste." Ming Jing said as he caught another crucian carp and started to dissect it.
"What a waste, such a delicious soup...it would be a pity to throw it away! Just leave it to me!" Asma said.
"Alright." Ming Jing nodded and started making it again.
This time when Ming Jing was making soup, he started to prepare another dish. He cleaned a carp, cut it with a knife, sprinkled it with salt and marinated it for half an hour. Then he chopped the ginger, garlic, green onion, and pepper. Then he put a spoonful of oil in the frying pan.
, fry the marinated fish until golden brown on both sides, scoop it out and set aside. Add half a spoonful of oil to the wok, heat it up and add thick shredded onions, ginger and garlic slices and saute until fragrant. Asma watched while drinking the soup.
Ming Jing looked like he was cooking seriously. Suddenly he felt envious of this child. Even if he had a dream, he still had the conditions to realize it.
If you give birth to a daughter in the future, it seems quite good to marry such a boy!
Asuma thought silently in his heart.
Just as he was thinking about the bright future, Ming Jing placed a dish in front of Asma and said, "Try it, this is called braised carp."
Asma looked at the carp that was sprinkled with red pepper. He felt a bit pungent from the smell, and even the soup was red. His face changed slightly, he looked up at the mirror and asked, "Is this dish really good?"
Can it be eaten? It looks so lethal!"
"Cut!" Ming Jing explained lazily, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a little fish and tasted it. This time he nodded with satisfaction. Ming Jing is from one of the three most spicy provinces among flower growers. This dish
He quite likes the spiciness.
When Asma saw Ming Jing moving his chopsticks, he no longer hesitated. He poked a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. Suddenly his whole face turned red, and a burst of air burst out from his chest. Asma quickly turned his head to face outside.
Vomiting, mixed with wind and fire chakra, it sprayed out and landed in the yard.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Continuous explosions blew the rockery used for decoration in the yard to pieces!
Ming Jing looked at Asma blankly, didn't he just take a bite of braised carp?
As for this?!
"Huhuhu...water, water, water, water, water..." Asmara burst into tears. She grabbed the water ladle handed over by Qingyan and drank all the water in one breath.
"Huh... I almost died!" Asma wiped away her tears and exhaled a long breath.
"Captain, can you explain to me?" Ming Jing pointed to the ruins outside and said with suppressed anger: "Why does my food still have such power? Ah, is it so unpalatable?!"
Uh... Asuma was a little embarrassed looking at the miserable appearance of the yard outside. He scratched his head, and when he was about to explain, an idea suddenly struck him. He immediately picked up the chopsticks, poked a piece of braised carp and stuffed it into his mouth.
The terrifying spiciness hit his tongue, and Asuma couldn't help but spit it out with a "vomit..." sound.
"Boom, boom, boom!" So, the small yard outside the kitchen was plowed again. Asma immediately poured himself a ladle of water, thought for a while, then poked a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth...
Seeing Asma's "self-mutilation" over and over again, Ming Jing's anger at the beginning gradually turned into sympathy, and she didn't know what the captain suddenly got stimulated to torture herself like this.
"Huh?? Why is there no more??" When Asma wanted to continue, he found that he had finished a dish of braised carp. He stared at the mirror with red eyes and shouted: "Hurry up and give me another one!"
"Captain, do you want to tell us if there is anything you can't think of?" Ming Jing asked with concern.
"What! I suddenly had an inspiration. I feel like the ninjutsu I developed is about to be successful, but it just needs the last kick! Mirror, I can't explain this. Hurry up and make me another braised carp." Asuma was anxious.
said.
Ming Jing sighed silently, picked up the spatula and made another portion for Asma. Then he and Qingyan watched Asma eating and vomiting, thinking, why do you feel so miserable!
"Master, should we stop it?" Two hours later, Ming Jing fried Asma two more portions of braised carp. The guy's lips were already red and swollen from eating them!
"Hmm..." Ming Jing was also thinking about this problem. A Jonin died after eating braised carp. I don't know if the Third Hokage would believe this way of death. How about using an illusion to knock Asuma down? Anyway, at this time
Asuma's spirit fluctuates greatly, so illusions are easy to succeed.
"Hahahaha... I thought of it! My ninjutsu was successful! Hahahaha..." Just when Ming Jing was about to take action, Asma stopped himself. He looked up to the sky and laughed, with snot and tears running down his face as he laughed.
What should I do? The more I look at it, the worse it gets! It feels like the captain has lost his mind.
Ming Jing and Qing Yan looked at each other, then raised their foreheads one after another.
"Huh huh... I can't, I can't, my stomach is so full... Help me go and have a rest. I feel like I won't eat for the past three days." Asma touched her belly and seemed to have difficulty speaking.
Ming Jing and Qing Yan had no choice but to help Asma back to his room to rest. When they returned to the kitchen, they both felt a little hungry. So Ming Jing made a new dish with the remaining crucian carp.
The two of them ate some of the fish soup. Ming Jing was very satisfied with the taste of the fish soup this time, and he decided to make it for Xiaonan next time.
Early the next morning, Ming Jing was pulled up by Asma. Qingyan was sleeping in the room next to Ming Jing. After hearing the noise, he also got up. The three of them found an open place, and Asma
He looked at Ming Jing excitedly and said, "Come on, let me show you the ninjutsu I developed alone. It will definitely shock you!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm already shocked." Ming Jing nodded and developed a ninjutsu after eating a few braised carp. Are you damn sure you're not kidding me?
"Watch it!" Asma warned, and saw him forming seals very quickly, and suddenly spit out a hot cloud of ash from his mouth and landed about five meters in front of him. Then Asma held it with one hand,
The smoke and ash cloud continued to explode.
Mingjing was stunned, this technique looks so familiar!
"How's it going? Isn't it very powerful? I named this technique 'Ashes Burning'!" Asuma said with a proud look on his face.
Ming Jing withdrew his gaze, thinking of the Shibu no Jutsu developed by Naruto, and immediately realized that there was a reason why Naruto's painting style was occasionally abnormal.