Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

As night falls, the streets of Konoha slowly begin to become deserted, especially on the main street.

"It's strange. It has been sunny today, but why has there been a dark cloud since the evening?"

After sending away the last patient, Nonoyu stuck his head out of the diagnosis and treatment window, frowning and looking at the dark clouds in the sky.

"Nonoyu's dinner is ready."

"Come as soon as you know"

Somehow, starting a week ago, the number of patients in Konoha suddenly began to increase, and they were all B-type.

As a result, Nonoyu, who was originally worried that there were not many guests, immediately became confused and even the cooking work was handed over to the two girls, Xiaolan and Yi.

Fortunately, they both have some experience in cooking, so at least they didn't make everyone in the office lose weight.

Today's dinner is udon noodles. Because the weather is hot, they are made into cold noodles and garnished with green vegetables. Everyone has a plate with sauce next to them.

Pull up the seats and sit in to dine.

Nonoyu was exhausted, so he picked up the noodles and started to devour them without caring about the sauce or not.

Suck suck

After eating half the bowl in one go, Nonoyu suddenly felt the air was a little quiet. When he looked up, he realized that everyone was just looking at her eagerly, and no one moved their chopsticks.

"Why don't you eat this noodle? It's a bit bland, but it's not bad."

Hearing this, all the children in the circle stared at Xiaolan. Xiaolan stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to raise her head. Finally, the children looked at me and I looked at you, all staring at Kabuto.

He held up his glasses and stirred the noodles in the bowl, looking a little embarrassed.

"That's actually because the mustard sauce is too spicy."

Sauce

Nonoyu looked at the wasabi plate in his hand, and then at the noodles with green sticky matter in the children's bowls, and it suddenly became clear.

"Okay, Xiaolan, don't be sad. I've worked hard for you these days." Putting down his chopsticks, Nonoyu smiled at everyone at the dinner table, "Thank you for your hard work. Let's go out to eat tonight. Well, then Just Ichiraku Ramen”

“Oh yeah that’s great.”

"You can go eat Ichiraku Ramen. I have to rinse my mouth quickly."

"Yeah, I'll go too."

"And I"

As soon as I heard that I was going to eat out, the dining table suddenly became excited. The group of children put aside their resentment towards Xiaolan in a blink of an eye, and rushed to the kitchen and bathroom one by one. As they ran, they kept mumbling about how spicy it was in their mouths.

"Humph, a bunch of idiots who can't eat spicy food."

Xiaolan slapped the wooden chopsticks on the table angrily, and Xiaolan pouted unhappily. When she turned around, she saw that besides her and No Naiyu, there was one person who hadn't moved.

"Wulu Sai, do you also like spicy food?"

Wulusai's eyes widened and he scratched his head in confusion: "I don't eat spicy food. In fact, I was a little slow just now. I just mixed it and didn't have time to eat it."

"You hum"

The two children were fighting again, and Nonoyu couldn't help shaking his head in amusement.

She was about to go out, and she looked at the sky outside. It was dark and windy for a month. It seems that everyone needs to bring an umbrella. Well, the windows also need to be closed tightly.

Alas, there are still these eaten noodles, it seems that they can only be thrown away. But the bowl of Uruse had not been touched yet. Nonoyu hesitated for a while, but finally reluctantly put it in the refrigerator.

Just after she prepared her rain gear and closed all the office windows tightly, the children had finished washing and gathered around the dining table to wait for her.

"Then everyone, take your umbrellas and let's set off."

"Oh"

After Nonou gave the order, Xiaolan, who had a frosty face, immediately walked to the front of the team and was the first to rush to Ichiraku Ramen.

"Boss, I want something super spicy."

Shortly after the office group left from the front door, a shadow finally slowly moved to the street behind the office.

Sir, it seems there is no one at home now.

No one is making any moves, you can’t be wrong