Take a look at the blind Uchiha

When leaving the meeting hall, Ling made a special detour to Uchiha Yuko's house. He avoided Matariba and talked to him for a long time. It wasn't until Matariba couldn't help but stand up on the soft cushion and poke his head around. .

"What are you doing secretly?"

"Oh, well... Xiaomao, can you take a guess?"

Youlu flicked his tail, "Humph, you pretend to be mysterious..."

Ling didn't answer, just chuckled a few times, "I'm going to the civilian market again. Is there anything you want to eat?"

"Well, let me think about it..."

When Ling returned home, Quan Nai was busy on the small bench in the kitchen. When she saw Ling coming back, she immediately threw the spoon into the pot and rushed towards Ling, "Brother, welcome back!"

"You need to pay more attention to safety in places like the kitchen, Quan Nai." Ling picked up his brother and walked in with the things he bought, "What are you doing? How can I help?"

Quan Nai first reached out and kneaded Yulu who was lying on top of Ling's head, and then started to count with his fingers what else he had not prepared, "The soup has been cooked, the ingredients have been washed, and the rice has been seasoned. ...Well, there are still ingredients left to make rice balls and cut miso soup, which one do you want to make, brother?"

"Hmm...then let me chop the vegetables?"

"Okay, but I heard from Brother Ban that the last time my brother came to the kitchen to help, he cut the vegetables and the cutting board together..."

Ling put Quan Nai down and began to roll up his sleeves, "No problem, brother will control the intensity this time! So trust me!"

"Well! I always believe in brother!"

The price of this belief is that the cutting board that was bought less than two months ago once again announced that it was about to end its life.

Quan Nai looked at the cutting board with every knife mark particularly clear, full of stories, and vegetables of exactly the same length. After being silent for a while, she silently stepped on the small bench and took out a new spare cutting board from the cabinet. "Should I say that my brother is good at it or not..."

"Well... although I didn't cut off the cutting board this time, I guess I'm not good at it." Ling's voice was troubled but very calm, "Sure enough, you can't force some things - I still How about making rice balls? What shape do you want, Quan Nai? Triangle, square, ball, or rabbit or cat?"

Izuna, who was about to continue chopping vegetables after washing the cutting board, was stunned, "Rabbit and cat? Can the rice balls be shaped into that shape?"

"Of course, does Quan Na want it?"

Thinking of Ling Na's dexterity, which could even fold a bird out of a soft cloth with one hand, Quan Na nodded vigorously, "I want it! Both the rabbit and the cat want it!"

"Okay! Wait until brother makes a lot of little rabbits and cats for you!"

So when Madara and Uchiha Tajima came back in the evening, they saw the table full of [rabbits] and [cats].

Faced with this overly cute dinner, the father and son who returned late looked a little surprised, but they didn't say anything. They just took care of themselves briefly and then calmly took their seats and started eating, occasionally adding a few words to the detailed conversation about the meal. Discussion of ninjutsu and affirmation of meals.

Halfway through, Madara spoke while swallowing the food, "Brother, are you going out after you come back this time?"

"Not for the time being. After all, I've done almost everything I can do... What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with Madara?"

"Well...it's nothing," Madara and Izuna exchanged a look, "I just feel that I haven't practiced with my brother for a long time, and I just wanted to ask if he is free."

"Of course I'm free...Did Madara encounter any problems?"

"Well, that's right. I've been having some doubts about my practice recently."

"What is it specifically? Taijutsu? Ninjutsu? Or genjutsu?" Ling put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine cup, and took a sip with a smile, "Madara is still the worst at interpersonal relationships. ?”

Madara never expected that Ling would ask such detailed questions, and he immediately hesitated, "Uh, well, there are some of them..."

"Hey - Madara still can't get along well with his peers?"

"No, we've been getting along very well lately...I swear I haven't scolded them lately."

"Really? You can't lie to your brother?"

Uchiha Tajima looked at his second son who was racking his brains to make up omissions for himself and kept making eye contact with his youngest son in an attempt to get through. Then he looked at his eldest son who was smiling more and more dotingly but with a bit of bad taste. He smiled and took a sip of the wine in his glass, but his eyes quickly turned to sadness. If he could have protected Ling...

Shaking his head slightly, Uchiha Tajima cleared away all the chaotic thoughts in his mind. The matter had come to this, and there was no point in regretting it. What he had to do now was to let the existing children grow up to have the power to protect themselves before he died.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Tajima glanced at Madara and let out a long sigh in his heart, "When will this child become enlightened?" 】