Chapter 3: Cook Me Two Stir‑Fried Dishes

Senju Clan Land.

Qianshou Feijian led Lian Ye toward his own residence.

His adopting an Uchiha child has already spread within the Senju Clan.

The Senju People on the road looked at Lian Ye with varied expressions—curiosity, shock, disgust…

Lian Ye ignored the surrounding people's reactions, silently followed Qianshou Feijian, and contemplated his future plans.

Compared to being adopted by Qianshou Feijian, he would still rather stay in the Uchiha Clan Territory.

Given Qianshou Feijian's wariness toward the Uchiha, Lian Ye will have absolutely no privacy within the Senju Clan, which means many things cannot be carried out.

He watched Qianshou Feijian's back, his face full of melancholy.

He doesn't know what the Senju brothers are up to, yet they want to adopt him.

Before long, the two arrived at their destination.

Qianshou Feijian's residence is located in a quiet area of the Senju Clan, far from the bustling market and Commercial Street.

"Come in with me." Qianshou Feijian pushed open the door and entered the courtyard.

Lian Ye curiously surveyed the courtyard, where several tall cherry trees stood; the blossoms were in full bloom, pink petals fluttered down and covered the entire courtyard.

"Yo, it's rather charming," Lian Ye muttered softly.

Qianshou Feijian: "……"

Obviously, he heard Lian Ye's words.

"From now on, this will be your room," Qianshou Feijian said, pointing to a room.

"Understood," Lian Ye nodded, pushed open the door and entered.

Qianshou Feijian saw Lian Ye's arrogant demeanor, couldn't help recalling someone, and whispered, "Damn Uchiha little brat!"

Along the way, Lian Ye completely came to terms.

Even this old kid Qianshou Feijian, no matter how much he despises the Uchiha, wouldn't go so far as to harm an Uchiha infant.

Of course, the prerequisite is after Konoha is established.

If it were during the Warring States Period, he would probably gladly send an Uchiha infant off early…

Since Qianshou Feijian won't kill him, what is there to fear?

Moreover, with Senju Hashirama, the good old man, as long as he doesn't act recklessly, Qianshou Feijian has no way to deal with him.

Lian Ye surveyed the interior, which was far better than his previous dwelling.

Qianshou Feijian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking down at Lian Ye with a deep voice:

"Rude Uchiha little brat, you haven't introduced yourself yet."

For some reason, Lian Ye was a bit annoyed by Qianshou Feijian's attitude and said coldly:

"My name is Lian Ye, Uchiha Lianye. And you? White‑hair Uncle!"

Qianshou Feijian hadn't expected Lian Ye to answer that, and was slightly startled,

In his mind he muttered, "Truly fitting for an evil Uchiha infant, not at a loss at all!"

"Lian Ye? I'm Feijian, Qianshou Feijian!" Qianshou Feijian said.

"Oh, White‑hair Uncle, could you stop mimicking me?" Lian Ye pursed his lips.

Is this the future Second Hokage? It feels rather childish!

Qianshou Feijian's mouth twitched, and he instinctively clenched his fist.

His fist hardened!

"Heh, little brat, you should be grateful to live in a good era!" Qianshou Feijian said coldly.

If it were five years ago, why would he need so much beeping?

Whenever he meets a Uchiha, he would unleash a Flying Thunder God slash!

"Fortunately I live in a good era!" Lian Ye nodded in agreement, "Otherwise I would truly fear you taking action against me."

Qianshou Feijian: "……"

He suddenly realized that this little brat didn't seem as honest as he appeared.

"Alright, Uncle, stop standing here like a fool. I'm hungry… quickly fry me two dishes!" Lian Ye said.

Qianshou Feijian looked at Lian Ye in disbelief and exclaimed, "You want me to cook for you?!"

Lian Ye spread his hands helplessly, "I'm only six years old now; you can't expect me to cook for myself, can you?"

Hearing that, Qianshou Feijian stared expressionlessly at Lian Ye, and after a while finally turned and left.

Watching Qianshou Feijian's departing back, Lian Ye said cheerfully:

"White‑hair Uncle, add more chili; I like it spicy!"

Qianshou Feijian, hearing this, staggered sharply, nearly falling.

Seeing Qianshou Feijian enter the kitchen, Lian Ye folded his smile and closed the door.

"Indeed, my guess was correct," Lian Ye murmured to himself.

It seems Qianshou Feijian is being threatened by Senju Hashirama; the exact reason is unknown, but perhaps it can be learned from him later.

At least for now Qianshou Feijian won't do anything to him, and will even comply with some absurd requests.

Lian Ye's earlier action was a test of Qianshou Feijian's limits, a compliance test.

The conclusion is that although Qianshou Feijian was forced to adopt Lian Ye, aside from disliking him and lacking true privacy, he won't do anything to him…

Thinking this, Lian Ye couldn't help but sigh in relief.

He immediately sat cross‑legged on the ground and began refining his chakra.

Regular chakra refinement practice helps better master the blend and integration of bodily and spiritual energy, making the process more skillful and efficient, and allowing more effective chakra use in Ninjutsu.

After grudgingly preparing dinner, Qianshou Feijian got ready to call Lian Ye to eat.

This is truly absurd, damn it—opening the door is just ridiculous, absurd to the core!

He, Qianshou Feijian, Konoha's most hated Uchiha, never thought he'd personally cook for an Uchiha.

When he was stir‑frying earlier, he almost couldn't hold back spitting into the dish.

The wicked Uchiha little brat still wants to eat his stir‑fry? He can have the saliva instead!

Luckily he restrained himself, or else Lian Ye would have ended up eating the other's saliva…

Qianshou Feijian, eyeing the tightly shut door, employed his perception and found Lian Ye seated in the room, diligently refining chakra.

Qianshou Feijian was mildly taken aback, murmuring, "That little brat…"

He hadn't expected that, despite Lian Ye's tender age, he was so industrious; the efficiency of his refinement clearly showed long‑term training.

In that instant, his impression of Lian Ye shifted markedly.

Qianshou Feijian went to the doorway and called into the room, "Little brat, dinner's ready!"

Lian Ye opened the door, arched an eyebrow: "Uncle, how's your cooking? I'm rather picky, you know!"

Qianshou Feijian: "…"

Alright, his impression of Lian Ye plummeted to rock bottom once more.

The two arrived at the kitchen, and Lian Ye, eyeing the food on the table, pouted:

"Uncle, your dish is quite hard to put into words."

Qianshou Feijian's expression grew grim, he said coldly, "I have Soldier's Ration Pill here; will you take it?"

As he said so, he produced two Soldier's Ration Pill.

"Ahem, I'm just kidding." Lian Ye promptly knelt at the table and began to gorge himself.

Although the dishes looked unappetizing, the flavor wasn't any better.

It seems that from now on, I'll have to handle the cooking myself.