Chapter 845

"Then I'll go find Kankuro to come cut the vegetables—at the very least, it can barely pass."

The corners of Gaara's lips lifted slightly, then were tucked away again as he left the kitchen.

After leaving the kitchen, Gaara quickly went upstairs and dragged Kankuro, who had been cultivating on the roof, down.

Although Kankuro hadn't made many attempts at cooking, as a puppeteer, he truly had OCD when it came to precision.

After Kankuro arrived at the kitchen with a helpless look, tonight's dishes presented two extremes.

There were the messy, unevenly sized pieces from under Gaara's knife, and the neat, uniform ones after Kankuro's processing—even finding a size comparison within the same dish was difficult.

"Tonight's dishes are really quite… distinctive."

During dinner, the few who had gone out to discuss cooperation and other matters with Iwagakure had just returned, and Shikamaru was already facepalming helplessly at the two extremes on the dining table.

It seemed next time they shouldn't take Kakashi out during cooking time—otherwise, while the food really tasted good, the visual effect was still a bit hard to stomach.

Non-OCD viewers feel uncomfortable looking at one side, and OCD viewers feel uncomfortable looking at this side too.

"My two younger brothers cut the vegetables—do you have a problem with that?"

Temari raised her hand and placed it on Shikamaru's shoulder, asking softly in his ear.

This guy actually dares to complain?

It seemed from now on, the vegetable-cutting at home could be left to Shikamaru to help with—after all, he seemed to have quite the research on cutting vegetables!

"N-no problem, I was just going to say they worked hard."

Shikamaru found that he wasn't afraid of Temari's fierce look, but whenever she smiled so gently, he always felt inexplicably uneasy deep down.