Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1231

Chapter 1231

The snow came and went quickly, and when he went out, the blizzard that seemed to be flooding the entire city just now had disappeared.

Before and after passing through the door of this restaurant, Yang Ming's state of mind has changed greatly.

"Where should we go next?"

He lowered his head, his feet creaked softly on the snow, and continued to walk aimlessly on the street. Because of the heavy snow, there were few pedestrians on the road, and most of the shops were closed.

Three days later, Mount Fuji.

The turning point in life often happens at the most inadvertent moment.

Those treacherous twists and turns of lightning, thunder, and tit-for-tat are indeed turbulent, but they are often forgotten after three or two days.On the contrary, those trivial things were just ordinary trivial things at the time, and after careful savoring, you can discover another flavor with a long meaning.

The desolate whistling of the north wind was endless, and the withered and yellow grass stems were like broken banners, unable to reveal any vitality in the boundless frosty white. Occasionally, a few uninvited snowflakes like catkins fell on Yang Ming's face. There were thin white marks on his cool and dry skin, but he turned a deaf ear to them, standing on the spot and counting the past that slipped through his fingers, without even realizing that his fingers were numb from the cold.

"There is still... half a month."

Half a month seems to be a very magical spell. As long as he can win the Diamond Cuisine Asia Championship after half a month, Yang Ming can truly become a master, that is, a world-class chef.The words that can be easily covered up by saying "half a month later" between the lines, but for them who live in the story, are countless sleepless days and nights and dawns.

Over the years, Yang Ming has been to many places, such as ancient wind-eroded cities, ruins of quicksand, bustling cities with neon lights, and quiet towns with blue bricks and white tiles. He has traveled through deserts and seen oceans. It is completely aimless, but this stop and go, but this is the only place that can make him feel at peace.

After all, in a place further ahead, there is a chef who is very famous in the Japanese culinary world.

Yang Ming didn't say a word, and looked ahead in silence. The Subai Mountains meandered endlessly until they disappeared in a certain fold.He silently stared at the direction in his memory, as if he was exploring the deepest part of the darkness, the farthest part of the universe, his fists were clenched unconsciously, and the road ahead was still covered with ice and snow.

The road ahead is long and extremely dangerous. With Yang Ming's current conditions, he definitely can't go any further. He didn't mean to be brave, but just wandered around for a while, looking for a place to rest in his memory on the snow-covered empty mountain. Somewhere in the breakpoint, and gradually forget the past in the breakpoint.

Whenever he thinks about these things, what he concentrates on is like the pebbles on the river beach, which are bright and moist, soft and hard, and like willow branches soaked in spring water, so tough that they cannot be shaken. the least bit.

"It's troublesome to come out to find food inspiration." Yang Ming muttered to himself, the leather shoes on his feet lightly stepped on the snow, and the force he exerted was not too light or slow, just enough to stand on the snow without sinking If it is too deep, the white mist in the breath will melt into the boundless.

Almost every year, he would walk several times among the rugged ice and snow, not to say how beautiful the scenery of Mt. Put some marks on the road.How many times he has planned the way to Mount Fuji, which landslides are steep and cloudy, and he needs to proceed carefully, and where there are occasional rockfalls, he needs to be careful to avoid it. Just like the most skilled and experienced tour guide in the world, Yang Ming has no doubts about this. Like a few treasures.

What do you want?But I heard on the Internet that there is a very famous shop here. Come and have a look.

"Ah-"

The bitter cold wind never tires. After sneezing, Yang Ming unconsciously tightened his clothes, and at the same time lowered his head and rubbed his red nose. It was getting late, and God refused to show face. It's time to go downhill.

Just thinking like this, when he looked up, a touch of light yellow occupied his sight.

In this plain white snow field, birds and beasts are flying away, and everything is dead and silent, but there is such a light yellow flower that seems to be forgotten by the god of winter, planting its roots in the soil under the snow layer, and growing safely and tenaciously in this icy and snowy field with.

Yang Ming squatted down and looked down at this fragile yet strong little creature. His lips, which were slightly parched due to the cold wind, were drawn into a line. There was nothing but breath, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch, secretly mocking his own progress.

These are nothing more than ordinary wildflowers at the foot of the mountain. They often grow in unknown corners or roadsides where few people pass, and are often trampled into the mud by people head and tail.But as long as the root is still there, it will spring up vigorously from the ground again.

Yang Ming thought about it, this little flower might be a seed hanging on his trouser leg, and he wobbled all the way to the foot of the mountain, and then fell into the narrow gap stepped on to germinate, no matter which one it is , the probability of occurrence is considered to be as low as the bottom, and it is even more miraculous to realize it at the same time.But no matter how low the probability was, this flower was right in front of him right now.

He looked at the little flower silently for a while, stretched out his hand from his sleeve, touched the petals lightly with his slender fingers, watched the flower swaying, his expression softened for the first time, almost smiled a little.

"It's amazing, next year, I'll come see you again." Yang Ming solemnly promised a flower, "We've agreed."

It is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, especially for those who climb the snow-capped mountains. In this huge Mount Fuji, on this snow-capped glacier, if there are no signs and guides, I am afraid that you will not be able to go from dawn to dark, but However, Yang Ming was familiar with the road all the way, and he reached the foot of the mountain before the sky closed.

This is not the peak tourist season for Mt. Fuji. The town under the snow-capped mountain is in a bleak state. Several sporadic houses are crumbling, sparsely populated, and shadowed by trees. If it is used to shoot a horror movie, even the scenery will be omitted, but this is not scary. Yang Ming wanders around looking for food inspirations from time to time.He unhurriedly stared at the few lights on the street, thinking whether to go to the hotel to make a bowl of instant noodles for the day, or find the small shop introduced on the Internet to challenge his appetite, inadvertently In time, I found what I was looking for.

(End of this chapter)