Chapter 803

Sasuke should be turning four soon, and once he does he'll be a boy, so it's better to keep some distance for certain things.

Drawing his gaze back from Sasuke, Lin Cheng continued flipping the meat on the grill, brushing on another layer of his secret sauce.

When cooking, one must stay focused; love may not always taste sweet, but good food is sure to lift the mood.

No matter where one is, good food must never be wasted!

"Lin Cheng, from now on when we go out, leave the cooking to you. I can go hunt for prey, or find whatever ingredients you need."

Senju Tobirama finally got his wish and tasted the barbecue Lin Cheng had made; after devouring a great heap of it, he began thinking ahead again.

Next, they would travel to the other shinobi villages in the capacity of envoys, and the journey was bound to take quite some time.

So, thinking of all the delicious food that would appear along the way, he grew more and more excited.

"Pathetic!"

Senju Hashirama, who could not eat and could only watch from the side, could not help but despise his younger brother for causing such a huge commotion17—all because this fellow was obsessed with food.

When he was alive, how did he not know that this younger brother was actually a glutton!

Wasn't he supposed to be so obsessed with researching ninjutsu that he forgot to eat?

Now he's actually embarrassing himself this much over food; I'm really worried he'll still be like this when they reach the other villages—it'll be such a disgrace to Konoha!

"Big brother, maybe one day you'll come back to life too, and then you can taste it for yourself. Anyway, I never got to taste this flavor when I was alive."

Senju Tobirama had by now grown used to the fact that his elder brother truly would not beat him up, so when speaking he no longer held back.

Especially now—even knowing that only Senju Hashirama had not been revived, he could still use his status as a living person to show off a little in front of Senju Hashirama.

"Come try this, Lin Cheng这小子's cooking is really good. When we get back, let's go mooch more meals. Our son-in-law cooking for us—surely no one can accuse me of abusing my power for personal gain."

Compared to those two, over at Bofengshui Sect and Kushina's side, things were sickeningly sweet.

Every piece of meat placed onto a plate, Minato would taste a bit first; if it seemed like a flavor Kushina liked, he'd give her more, and if he wasn't sure, he'd let her try a bite first.

The degree of public affection here was even more excessive than Naruto's, who was stuck to Lin Cheng on one side while feeding him bites.

At least when Naruto fed Lin Cheng, it was because Lin Cheng was still busy cooking for them—but these two?

Uchiha Fugaku, also a husband, felt a pang of discomfort in his chest, because he truly could not bring himself to do such a thing.

"Dad, leave me some—that's Lin Cheng's favorite, you can't take it all." Naruto had just finished eating the meat bit by bit with Lin Cheng and turned to cut some more, only to find the rest had all been taken by Minato.

In an instant, father and daughter were glaring at each other over a single piece of meat.

"Tell him to grill another portion—this is what Kushina likes to eat, no one is allowed to take it!"

Bofengshui Sect glanced at Naruto, his hands never pausing; once he finished cutting, he placed it in front of Kushina.

"How about we split it half and half?" Kushina worried that taking it all might be a bit too much.

She hesitated and glanced at Minato, a hint of conflict showing in her eyes.

"It's fine—that kid can make plenty of good things. If he wants to eat, he'll just make more. You eat your fill first before worrying about them."

Lowering his head, Bofengshui Sect let out a light smile—he had done it on purpose.

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