Chapter 30 You Stupid Mortals!

Looking at the words he had written, Yang Ming nodded in satisfaction.

He was about to paste the note outside the store, but the customers who had been waiting hard were not happy.

The uncle who asked about Yile Restaurant before was even more irritable. He walked up to Yang Ming and said, "Boss, hurry up and get me some beef ramen!"

That tone was so aggressive, as if someone owed him a hundred thousand million.

Yang Ming glanced at him coldly, raised his hands, and said, "See, the business will be closed tomorrow, including now."

The uncle rolled up his sleeves, frowned, and said displeasedly: "Hey, I'll go, you boss, do you know how to do business?"

Someone took the lead in making trouble, and other purposeful guests booed one after another: "Well said, we have waited so hard for so long, why don't you let us eat!"

"Hehe!" Yang Ming snorted coldly and said, "If you want to eat, go to the opposite side!"

As soon as these words came out, the conflict between the two sides was like a crossbow opened, and it was about to explode.

Some people with ulterior motives said in a strange way: "The boss must be guilty, you don't have chakra-enhancing food here at all!"

"oh?"

Yang Ming looked coldly at the noisy crowd in front of him, his thoughts changed sharply.

It's not long since I opened the store, and I haven't had many customers. How could so many people know about it?

Even if the guests who have come to eat spread the word, they probably won't be here now.

For some reason, Yang Ming felt a strong sense of conspiracy.

Among these people, there are ordinary people and ninjas.

The uncle who took the lead in making trouble just now is a zhongnin. Judging by his appearance, he probably wants to become a zhongnin and wants to be crazy.

After all, the wages of Genin are very low, and they can barely make ends meet.

At this time, the system was unwilling to be lonely and jumped out.

"Congratulations to the host for triggering the hidden mission: A guest with ulterior motives."

"Mission description: For those guests who ignore the taste of the food itself, they are challenging the dignity of the chef! As the future chef of the Naruto world, use the food you cook to teach them to be human again!"

"Mission Reward: Shop Decoration LV1."

It's fine, there's nothing wrong with it!

Yang Ming frowned, and said to these people: "Are you sure you want to eat? Have you checked the menu clearly? Don't say I cheated you."

Seeing Yang Ming's tone slow down, these people said one after another: "We have known it for a long time!"

Yang Ming nodded, and unexpectedly found that almost all of these people came for the beef ramen, and only one pregnant woman with a lonely expression ordered ice cream.

Taking advantage of the time when Yang Ming was busy in the kitchen, someone said eccentrically, "The owner of this store has a false name. He is just a young man. Tsk tsk tsk, if the dishes he cooks are not so good later, I want him to look good!"

Others echoed: "Hehe, pull me in when the time comes."

For a while, the two guests with ulterior motives looked at each other and smiled with a heart.

With these shit-stirring sticks, even those guests who were originally biased towards neutrality could not stand the test, and their positions began to waver.

Yang Ming naturally heard the conversation of those people outside, so he didn't care.

Because after renting this shop, it was automatically renovated by the system. Next to the kitchen, a very small toilet was thoughtfully built, with a water heater in it, providing Yang Ming with a place to take a bath.

After all, chefs, especially in summer, always sweat profusely, so generally Yang Ming keeps a few sets of spare clothes inside.

He asked himself a harsh condition, first scrubbed his body, then changed into a spare set of clean clothes, and checked himself several times before going to cook.

For soldiers, obeying orders is a bounden duty.

For a chef, it is his bounden duty to concentrate on cooking.

Although the store was full of unfavorable remarks, Yang Ming did not waver at all and made ramen meticulously.

During the production process, wisps of fragrance wafted out and lingered around the guests, making them move their index fingers.

A neutral guest took a deep breath, and said intoxicated as if reciting a poem: "This fragrance should only be found in the sky, and how often can it be smelled in the world."

"Well said!" Another equally neutral guest applauded and said, "It's so apt, it's the first time I've smelled this fragrance in such an old age. It's worth it!"

After being said by the two of them, the unfavorable atmosphere for Yang Ming was immediately diluted.

Some guests who came here just out of curiosity also calmed down, and began to look forward to Yang Ming's beef ramen.

When the patience of the guests was worn out, Yang Ming brought out bowls of hot beef ramen.

The hot air hovers over the ramen, like a dream, and the mellow and rich aroma hits the nostrils, most arousing people's appetite.

When the uncle who took the lead in making trouble looked at the beef ramen in front of him, he felt seven-point uneasy and three-point excited.

The uncle's name is Miyamoto Musashi, which is a bad name. Similarly, his life is also bad, just an ordinary ninja.

He has no background, no talent, no money, and he has worked hard for most of his life, but he is still a forbearance.

Although ninja salaries are higher than typical occupations, they are also expensive.

Whether it is buying ninja equipment or practicing ninjutsu, money is needed in all aspects.

Miyamoto Musashi had a dream since he was a child, that is to become the shadow of this country.

But the reality is so skinny, making his dream as fragile as a balloon.

However, he never gave up!

When he heard that Yang Ming's shop had delicacies that could increase the amount of chakra, Miyamoto Musashi, regardless of whether it was true or not, came here with the attitude of a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"God bless, it must be done!"

Miyamoto Musashi picked up the chopsticks and held them in his palms, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and prayed secretly in his heart.

"I'm going to start!"

Suck and suck!

He picked up a big mouthful of ramen, along with two slices of beef, and swallowed it whole.

this taste...

tasty! too delicious!

Where did Miyamoto Musashi eat such a delicious food? He accidentally choked on his chest, and he quickly thumped his chest a few times, and then recovered after drinking a few mouthfuls of noodle soup.

When the warm noodle soup carries the beef ramen into the stomach, the thin beef quickly decomposes and turns into pure life energy, which spreads along the meridians.

With a jerk, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly stood up, his face already silently wet with tears.

And Miyamoto Musashi's performance is just one of the dozen or so people who is relatively normal.

Some people actually knelt on the ground, kowtowed and yelled incomprehensible words.

Facing all this, Yang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, with no joy on his face, he only complained in his heart: "You stupid mortals!"

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