Naruto almost burned the kitchen when he cooked a meal. This was the first time he saw him.

Escaped from the kitchen, Sakura, who was coughing all the time, dared not look at Naruto, knelt at the low table, lowered her head.

Naruto went into the kitchen to check it out.

This pot is no longer useful.

Half of the wall was blackened.

After frying until the charcoal is cooked, you can't tell what kind of ingredients it is. When you pinch it, it's like the stone. You can't eat it. Maybe you can use it as a stone to smash people.

The ingredients bought for real money have now become stones everywhere on the ground, and this depreciation is really great.

"Sir Sakura, it's amazing, it's eye-opening." Naruto said in amazement, taking a sip of tea, suppressing his shock.

"Well, I didn't expect cooking to be so difficult, I..." I also wanted to find excuses and make reasons. When I looked up at Naruto, Sakura immediately wilted, like a deflated ball.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I will compensate for the broken things and the losses."

Naruto nodded secretly: "Forget it, it's just some ingredients, just pay attention to it in the future."

"No, I'm wrong with this matter, I must pay for it." Sakura insisted.

Naruto was so happy that he said nothing, turned around and walked into the kitchen, took out the pan and soup pot, and prepared the lunch.

As for the wok that was broken by Sakura, it was already a hole that could not be used and sold as scrap.

Hearing the movements in the kitchen, Sakura hesitated and couldn't help but feel curious. She quietly leaned over and looked at the door.

I saw Naruto skillfully chopping vegetables, beating eggs, wrapping his face, and making fried meatloaf that I don’t know if it was a pig or a beef.

When to add seasonings, seasonings, when the oil temperature is almost at a certain point, and when it is fried to the point where it is taken out, these are all very particular.

It’s not just a verbal talk, it’s an experience I’ve done it many times and gradually accumulated.

During the process of frying meatloaf, distract and take time to make soup.

A bowl of shrimp slips, tear the seaweed into strips, and then add more than a dozen small tomatoes. Before that, you should not forget to cut them twice so that the flavor of the tomato can be blended into the soup.

When the fried meatloaf is finished, the soup will be almost done. Naruto tastes a little lightly with a spoon, and it is just as salty.

A slice of toast is placed at the bottom, a pancake is placed on top, a few slices of lettuce, a slice of cheese, and finally the toast is topped.

Use a knife to cut it diagonally from the middle and complete the sandwich.

"Help me take it." Naruto said.

Sakura came to her senses, wiped off the non-existent saliva, stepped forward and took the plate handed over by Naruto, took it to the living room, and placed it on the low table.

It smells so good, this taste.

Naruto took off his apron, hung it on the wall, and left the kitchen with a bowl of soup in one hand.

"If you don't dislike it, just eat lunch here. I'll make your portion too." Naruto said.

"How embarrassed, then." Sakura replied politely, washed her hands smoothly, picked up the sandwich, and said, I started to move, followed her mouthful.

It smells fragrant and tastes even more delicious. Unconsciously, the speed of chewing and swallowing is accelerated.

It was eating here, and the knock on the door rang out in time.

Knowing who was coming, Naruto went over and opened the door.

I was also curious about who would be. At this time, Sakura looked up.

After passing the entrance, he walked a few steps away, stood outside the living room door, facing Sakura's sight, and Hinata nodded politely.

Just because she rarely has contact with people, has no friends, and doesn't know what to say, she kept silent and stepped forward and sat down on the other side.

Sakura felt like a thorn in her throat.

The food in my mouth seemed to be lost and I swallowed it in a hurry and didn't eat it anymore.

What's going on? Forget it yesterday, I saw you again today, and it's still at Naruto's house.

"Well, are you?" Sakura asked tentatively.

Naruto took out the part left for Hinata in the kitchen. Hearing this, he said, "I lack models in painting, so please Hinata."

"Is that true? Just look for me directly on this kind of thing. I have never heard of you." Sakura said with a dry smile.

"There was prejudice at that time, and there was no way to find you." Naruto said.

Then why look for Hinata?

There are so many girls in the whole class, but no one is looking for them, just Hinata. What does it mean?

Is it because of family background? Because Hinata is a famous lady, can she work hard for twenty years less after getting her?

Sakura shouted in her heart, barely maintaining calmness on her face.

Hinata lowered her head throughout the whole process, sipped in sandwiches and drank shrimp slip soup.

Even in the future, she would have little to say with her familiar friends, let alone now.

Hinata, who is not familiar with Sakura and is super introverted, don't expect her to take the initiative to talk to others.

Feeling the atmosphere was very awkward, Sakura pretended not to know that she had decided to use the light bulb today.

I don’t know what prejudice Naruto has against her. I finally solved it and couldn’t let others take it first, especially Hinata.

Intuition tells Sakura that this is a difficult opponent.

Naruto, who had already finished eating, began to draw in comparison with Hinata's image.

Sakura was quite concerned and her eyes swept over her frequently.

After the time came, Hinata said goodbye and left.

Sakura thought for a while, and said something inconvenient to say in front of Naruto, so she followed her.

"Hyuta is very introverted and timid, don't be slandered to her," Naruto reminded.

"I understand, don't think too badly about me." Sakura gave Naruto a blank look and said angrily.

Put on the shoes in the entrance hall, and leave the word tomorrow to see you, and push the door and chase Hinata who has already walked away.

Naruto looked at the backs of the two women, and after a long time, he withdrew his gaze.

A love brain can make people dementia. If you can, it is best not to be involved in this.

On the other side, walking side by side, far away. When approaching Hinaga clan, Sakura said, "I'll just say it if I have something to do. Do you like Naruto?"

Hinata nodded and shook her head.

"What?" Sakura wondered.

Hinata did not answer and ran home.

Looking at the closed door of Hinata's house, Sakura was speechless. Do she liked it or didn't like it?

Running all the way back to the courtyard where I lived alone, I put my shoes neatly outside before entering the house.

I opened the textbook and saw the part I saw in the morning. I started to learn by myself from here.

Looking at the text in the textbook, my mind was completely out of this.

Gradually, Hinata stopped making drafts and turned her pen on her right hand.

Do you like Naruto? This question was asked by Sakura, which made Hinata unable to let go.

The growth environment is different. Hinata is not like Sakura. She has longed for love since she was a child. She is more overwhelmed by the burden of her family.

Suddenly, when asked whether he liked it or not, Hinata didn't know how to answer, and she herself was very confused and didn't know the answer.

Like it?

Don't like it?

Then again, at noon yesterday, why did I toss and turn until I couldn’t sleep? I even sneaked to see Naruto fishing?

At school, more than once, my eyes couldn't help but glance at Naruto.

Even the hobby of painting seems to be influenced by Naruto. Seeing that Naruto often painted, she also...

"I want to see Naruto, I want to see him." Hinata murmured, "Does this just like it?"

"What do you like?" A voice sounded behind him. At some point, Hinata stood here, watching Hinata's graffiti on the draft.
Chapter completed!