Konoha's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 223 Kanto Boiled Eggs

Who is that guy?It looks quite artistic, but the mouth is quite poisonous, you little rascal?
After being choked by the young man who was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most, Hinata naturally said not to be outdone: "Boss, the Kanto fried eggs you use here are local eggs produced yesterday, and they were refrigerated before processing." After a period of time, it is wrapped in a thin layer of fried yam before frying, and after frying, it is soaked in the oden soup for more than six hours before the texture and taste appear, am I right?"

Regardless of how young Hinata is, she is someone who has eaten and seen people, plus she already has "white eyes" and is proficient in medical ninjutsu. If she wants to dig out the mysteries in food carefully, she can even eat It parses down to the cell level.

"That's all right, isn't your family also in this business?"

When his unique secret recipe was revealed in one sentence, the face of Daddy Bomb could not help leaving fine beads of sweat.

"That's not true, I just like food, but those who use food to attack others should not be qualified to be gourmets, at most, they are just scumbags."

While saying these words, Hinata unabashedly looked at the golden-haired literary youth who was staring at her, and snorted with her nose as if provocative.

This little devil's mouth is so poisonous. However, she can analyze Dad's "Oden Boiled Fried Eggs" so thoroughly after eating it once. It seems that this young lady has a good artistic talent.

Although Hinata choked back mercilessly, the golden-haired man didn't seem to be very angry, but showed an inexplicable smile.

"You are right, it seems that I was rude before." The next moment, the golden-haired man nodded to the eldest lady, and by the way, he raised the wine glass in his hand, motioned for a moment, and drank it down in one gulp, as an apology Apologize.

"Yo, I didn't expect you to be quite honest."

Frankly speaking, it was beyond Hinata's expectation that this guy would admit his mistake so simply. She originally thought that if this kid provoked him again, she would drag him out and beat him up.

"Art must not be false, right is right, and wrong is wrong. Since you can understand the taste of Dad's "Kanto Boiled Eggs", then your level is at least above the vast majority of ordinary people in the world. very good."

When the young man put the cup on the table, Daddy Bomb immediately filled the young man's glass, it seems that this guy is still a regular customer.

Right is right, wrong is wrong? After hearing what this guy said, Hinata couldn't help but feel admiration for him.

This sentence is easy to say, but for the vast majority of people in the world, even if they realize that they are wrong, they will not admit it in many cases, but will find various reasons to justify and shirk.

However, this golden-haired man generously admitted his mistakes when facing such a young girl. This demeanor alone is absolutely extraordinary.

"Hey, are you a painter or a writer or something?"

At this time, Hinata unceremoniously sat down on the stool next to the golden retriever, and observed the guy's face curiously.

Although his face is a little immature, he can also be described as handsome, but this guy's dress and expression seem to have a vague femininity. If it is not a sissy, this kind of temperament usually only appears in people who are engaged in art. body.

Humph.But what Hinata didn't expect was that when he heard "painter" and "writer", the golden-haired man showed obvious contempt on his face, and he said arrogantly: "How can that kind of person be compared with me? Uncle is a real artist, do artists understand?"

"Is it just a weird person who keeps tinkering with things that ordinary people can't understand, and then indulges in it?"

"Maybe it can be said that, after all, the vast majority of people are mediocre, and even what a mediocre can understand is not art, and it is normal if they cannot understand."

"It's complicated."

"Of course, otherwise, it would be worth my whole life to pursue, and this pursuit is endless."

The golden retriever sighed, it seemed that today's "work" was not going well, so he also became more sentimental.

At the same time, in the big villa where Yuxing once defeated the Fuma clan, he and Tonegawa went to the underground vault to check the crime scene.

"That's right here. That guy came in this morning as if he had entered no one's land, and then he seemed to use something to directly blow open a hole in the vault."

After bringing Miyuki over, Tonegawa pointed at the gate of the underground vault, which was big enough for an adult to enter, with a helpless expression on his face.

This underground vault is the private property of Chairman Hyoudou, but because it was broken into by Miyuki and Tonegawa once before, the contents inside have been looted once, and today is the second time it has been robbed.

But when Miyuki saw the marks on the vault door, he frowned and said to Tonegawa, "Is there a portrait of that guy?"

"No, because his speed was so fast that the black suits didn't even see clearly, they only knew that the guy was a young man with blond hair."

"Then what did he steal?"

"Nothing was stolen. Although there was a lot of money in it and it was messed up, it didn't look like what he was looking for was in there."

A young man with blond hair?And treat money like dung?Don't take any money?

After hearing Tonegawa's words, Miyuki reached out and stroked the bombed gate. In his eyes, he could clearly see the blast marks left on the destroyed section of the gate, as well as a small amount of "clay" left by the gate. .

There is still a small amount of chakra left in this "clay", which should be related to blasting. The young blond man uses this blasting clay, and the target is something in the underground vault instead of money, but what exactly does he want? ?And this kind of description should not be that guy?
In Yuxing's memory, there is indeed a blond man who likes to play explosions in this world, but he never thought that guy might appear here.

Thinking of this, Yu Xing immediately asked the black-clothed bodyguard next to him to hand over a pen and paper, and then quickly began to write quickly according to the appearance in memory.

After a while, an artistic young man with blond hair covering one eye appeared on the paper.

"Tonegawa, follow this portrait to find someone, his name should be"

"My name is Didara, this young lady doesn't know how to call her?"

In the "Kanto Juicy Bomb", Didara, the blond man who finished his meal, stood up from the stool and said to Hinata who was also about to leave.

"Hinata, what kind of art do you do? Sculpture?"

After chatting with this blond man for a while, Hinata found that this guy was quite interesting, but at this time she was careful not to report her surname, plus the camouflage contact lenses she used to wear when going out, So no one should be able to see her identity.

"Good name, very earthy fragrance, but what kind of art do I play specifically, instead of saying it with my mouth, I'd rather let you see it with your own eyes."

"Let me see it with my own eyes? Here?"

"It's right here, wait a moment."

At this time, Didara immediately turned around and carried Hinata on her back, then lowered her head on a stool beside her and rubbed it with both hands.

But the moment he started to "work", Hinata's expression changed slightly, because she actually felt a powerful chakra gushing from the artist!
This level of Chakra is almost comparable to my brother, who is he?

what to do?Do you want to observe him with "white eyes"?But this is still quite rude, will it irritate him?
"Dengdengdengdengdengdengdengdengdengdengdeng! Miss, look after me!"

When Hinata was hesitant to observe the specific situation of this guy thoroughly, Didala quickly turned his body back, and at the same time, a strangely colored "Oden boiled fried egg" appeared on his hand .

Yes, the "Kanto Boiled Fried Egg" looks exactly the same as the one cooked in the pot next to it. Whether it is the outline of the fried egg or the wrinkles on it, except that the color is a little gray, no one can tell the difference between this stuff and Does the ones in the pot make any difference.

　I forgot the fourth chapter yesterday, so I made up yesterday's chapter. Hey, I am old and my memory is not good. By the way, I would like to thank the book friend "Passing Guest Without Smoke" for the reward (●￣()￣●)/
　　
　
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