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Chapter 78 - "It's What You Say"

The light from the bonfire illuminated Hashirama's excited expression.

After a whole day of training during the day, Hashirama and Madara were also a little tired. The two originally planned to part ways and return to the clan to rest.

But after Zhujian saw Lu Chuan's two-story wooden house, he had a whim, and he caught three fish in the river during the day, so he proposed to grill the fish next to Lu Chuan's house.

But because there is no seasoning such as salt, the grilled fish is extremely difficult to swallow, causing the three to re-catch the fish several times.

This brought the time to dusk.

Madara looked helplessly at Hashirama, who was busy tossing and throwing firewood for the bonfire, and sighed in his heart.

This guy, what he said just now was too monotonous, so he went to pick some mushrooms and came back talking to himself.

Madara glanced at the mushrooms piled up on the ground, he was a little puzzled, so Madara picked up a mushroom, took a picture under the moonlight, and then asked Hashirama:

"Hashirama, what do you want to do with the mushrooms?"

Hashirama was busy putting on airs at the bonfire, he spoke casually, and answered Spot's question without looking back:

"Ah, the grilled fish is too dry, cook some mushroom soup."

The bonfire was crackling, at this time Zhu Jianwen finally built a shelf above the bonfire, and he picked up a stone bowl brought by Lu Chuan from the ground.

He filled a bowl of river water by the river, hung it on the set up trivet, and then grabbed a handful of mushrooms and threw it in.

Then he sat down on the ground, looking at the slowly burning bonfire with joy, without noticing the gradually dignified expression on the side.

Lu Chuan, who was sitting across from Madara, was gnawing on the grilled fish seriously, and Madara's eyes gradually shifted from the mushroom to Lu Chuan, whose mouth was full of oil.

grunt.

He swallowed involuntarily.

"Goo—!"

A strange sound came from Madara's stomach who was sitting opposite Lu Chuan, Madara's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he covered his stomach.

Damn it, I didn't have lunch at noon today, and now it's almost time to go back to the tribe!
Madara frowned, carefully counting the time, embarrassment written all over his face.

When Hashirama wanted to hand him a fish to grill just now, Madara decisively rejected Hashirama's request.

And threatened that he would never eat this kind of fish that he didn't know if he could eat it!
But now...

Madara pressed her empty stomach, but couldn't help but glance at Lu Chuan who was eating whole incense.

Sitting between the two of them, he naturally noticed Madara's little movements. He grinned, couldn't help pointing at Madara and laughed loudly:
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"

Madara's face changed, he couldn't calm down anymore, he turned his head and stared at Hashirama who was laughing at him.

Just when Madara was about to open his mouth to refute, he heard Lu Chuan's unstoppable voice opposite him:
"Pfft-"

Madara turned her head stiffly, and looked at Lu Chuan who couldn't help laughing. The latter blocked the grilled fish in front of him, lowered his head and shoulders and shrugged.

Madara couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up abruptly, picked up a wooden branch from the ground, threw it angrily towards the campfire, and shouted angrily:

"It's annoying! Laugh! What's so funny!!"

At this time, Madara, who stood up angrily, suddenly smelled a scent. He turned his head, only to find that Lu Chuan was holding a golden and crispy grilled fish in front of him.

And said with a smile:
"Here, eat this for you!"

Madara was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly took the grilled fish in Hashirama's hand, and sat back beside the campfire again.

But he looked at the grilled fish in his hand, and felt a little embarrassed to eat it.

"Hah-huh! Delicious!"

Madara was attracted by Hashirama's voice, he turned his head sideways, just in time to see Hashirama breathing heavily from the grilled fish, but still chewing the fish.

It looks really delicious...

Turning his head to look at Lu Chuan again, he found that the other party was also buried in the fish, and finally let go of the burden in his heart, and also bit into the grilled fish.

Seeing Madara biting the grilled fish, Lu Chuan almost couldn't hold back his laughter, but he quickly adjusted and focused on the grilled fish in front of him.

That's right, Lu Chuan definitely didn't have the kindness to give Banyu a chance to step down.

He added a million dots of aloe vera to that grilled fish.

That thing, eating too much has the same effect as laxatives.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan almost couldn't hold back his laughter, but Madara didn't notice it. He took a bite of the fish, and sighed in surprise:

"good to eat!"

Hashirama on the side responded to Madara's exclamation casually, and boasted himself a bit by the way. He ate fish and said vaguely in his mouth:

"This is the fish I caught, it must be delicious!"

The fire light shone on the face of Hashirama who raised his head, his black pupils reflected the light, and the sky was already a little dark.

After Hashirama said his boastful words, he immediately entered the mode of working hard with the grilled fish, and finally bit into the place that hadn't been cooled by the blowing, and his tongue was hot and swollen:

"Hisss! It's hot!!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"

Now it was Madara and Lu Chuan's turn to laugh at Zhuma, and Zhuma could only scratch his head with a dry smile, and then walked to the campfire to take a look at the state of the mushroom soup.

After taking a sip of the mushroom soup, Hashirama smacked his mouth, then turned his head and asked Madara, who was eating grilled fish, naturally:
"Madara, would you like mushroom soup?"

Madara at the side tore off a piece of meat from the grilled fish, chewed a few mouthfuls, then swallowed it all at once, and then he subconsciously answered Hashirama's question:
"drink!"

But when he took the small bowl of mushroom soup from Hashirama, he regretted it.

Madara looked at the soup in the bowl in his hand, a layer of colorful things floating on the surface, his face gradually turned blue.

The same was true for Lu Chuan who was sitting across from Madara. Lu Chuan held a small bowl of mushroom soup, then raised his head and frowned at Hashirama who was about to drink the mushroom soup.

Lu Chuan just wanted to raise his hand to interrupt Hashirama, who was about to drink the soup, but was preempted by Madara, who interrupted Hashirama's movement tremblingly:

"Hashirama...is this mushroom really not poisonous?"

Bashirama was taken aback for a moment, and said as a matter of course:
"I'll know after drinking it!"

Lu Chuan, who was sitting on the other side of the column, looked at the mushroom soup and thought about it carefully, and found that he seemed to be incapable of getting sick or dying in his dirty body.

Then he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the blue-faced Ban, and another good idea came to his mind.

So he also took a sip of the colorful mushroom soup, and then answered Hashirama as it should be:
"makes sense."

Madara sat there stunned, watching Zhu Jian and Lu Chuan drink the mushroom soup that looked like poison and was separated by the three of them.

Madara lowered her head, lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)