Chapter 54: : How does ash burn come from?

　　 Asma looked at Der Spiegel with a serious face, not knowing what to say. Anyway, he just felt that it was against the peace to say this from Der Spiegel.
　　 But if you think about it carefully, maybe this guy can really do it!
　　 Asma was a little confused, after thinking for a while, he observed for a while before drawing conclusions. So Asma looked at Der Spiegel and said, "Let’s talk about cooking!"
　　 Ming Jing rolled his eyes, and said with contempt: "What can you talk to me about cooking? You should just sit there and wait to eat."
　　 "Ahahahaha..." Asma smiled awkwardly, as if it was really the case!
　　 After half an hour, there was a rich smell of fish in the purple casserole. Asma couldn't help taking a deep breath and said, "I can't help it by smelling it!"
　　Mingjing opened the pot, sprinkled some chopped green onion in it, added a spoonful of salt, stirred a few times, and gave it to Asma a bowl of milky fish soup.
　　 Asma took the fish soup, first smelled the intoxicating fragrance before taking a sip carefully. When the fish soup entered his mouth, Asma felt that her taste buds were about to explode! The soup is mellow and delicious, slightly spicy and not greasy. He tasted the fish again, the fillet was tender and yellowish and smooth, and the meat was tender as if it melted in the mouth.
　　 "It's really great!" Asma extended her thumb toward the mirror.
　　 Qingyan also carried a bowl of fish soup, and he almost got bored in one bite. Then Jun's face blushed and said: "The things that Master makes are the best!"
　　Mingjing added a bowl by himself, let it cool a little, and tasted the fish soup. Then he put down the bowl and frowned and began to look at another crucian carp that had been processed. After a while, he said: "Sure enough, Qingyan's soup is poured out!"
　　 "Huh? Why? It's so delicious!" Asma hurriedly snatched the purple casserole over to protect her, and asked in disbelief.
　　 "It's my fault. I accidentally broke the gall when handling the crucian carp. This soup is a bit bitter." As Ming Jing said, he caught a crucian carp again and unplaned it.
　　 "It's too wasteful, such a delicious soup... It's a pity to throw it away! Just leave it to me!" Asma said.
　　 "It's OK." Ming Jing nodded, and re-made it.
　　 This time when Mingjing was boiling the soup, he began to prepare another dish. He cleaned a carp and salted it with a knife for half an hour, and then cut the ginger, garlic, green onion, and pepper. Then put a spoonful of oil in the frying pan, fry the marinated fish golden on both sides and then shovel it out and set it aside. Put half a spoon of oil in the wok, heat up, add the thick green onion, and garlic slices and saute. Asma was drinking the soup while watching Derby cooking seriously. Suddenly I was a little envious of this child, even if he had a dream, there were still conditions to realize his dream.
　　 If you have a daughter in the future, it seems pretty good to marry such a boy!
　　 Asma thought silently in her heart.
　　 was thinking about a bright future, Ming Jing put a dish in front of Asma and said, "Try it. This is called braised carp."
　　 Asma looked at the carp being sprinkled with red peppers, and she felt a bit choked with the smell, even the soup was red. His face changed slightly, and he looked up at Ming Jing and asked, "Is this dish really edible? It looks so lethal!"
　　 "Cut!" Ming Jing explained something lazily, picked up the chopsticks, and tasted some fish. This time, he nodded in satisfaction. Ming Jing was from one of the three major spicy provinces that grow flowers. He liked the spiciness of this dish.
　　 Asma saw that Ming Jing moved his chopsticks, and no longer hesitated, he poked a piece of fish into his mouth. Suddenly, the whole face turned red, and an air current burst out from her chest. Asma quickly turned her head and spit out, the chakra mixed with wind and fire spurted out and landed in the yard.
　　 "Boom!"
　　 "Boom!"
　　 "Boom!"
　　 The continuous explosion blasted the rockery used for decoration in the yard to pieces!
　　 Ming Jing looked at Asma blankly, didn't he just take a mouthful of braised carp?
　　 As for this? !
　　 "Huhuhu...water, water, water, water..." Asma La's tears came out, grabbing the scoop that Qingyan handed over and drank all the water in one breath.
　　 "Huh... I almost died!" Asma touched a tear and exhaled a long breath.
　　 "Captain, can you explain it to me?" Ming Jing pointed to the ruins outside and said with restraint of anger: "Why is my food still so powerful? Ah, is it so unpalatable?!"
　　 Uh... Asma was a little embarrassed looking at the miserable appearance of the yard outside. He scratched his head, and suddenly flashed when he was about to explain. He immediately picked up the chopsticks and poked a piece of braised carp into his mouth, the terrifying spicy taste hit his tongue, and then Asma couldn't help but vomited out.
　　 "Boom, boom, boom!" So the small yard outside the kitchen was plowed again. Asma immediately poured herself a scoop of water, and after thinking for a while poked another piece of fish into her mouth...
　　 Watching Asma’s self-harm over and over again, Der Spiegel’s anger from the beginning gradually became sympathetic, and he didn’t know what the captain was suddenly stimulated to torture himself.
　　 "Huh?? Why isn't there anymore?" When Asma wanted to continue, he found that a braised carp had been eaten by him. He stared at Ming Jing with red eyes and shouted, "Hurry up and give me another one!"
　　 "Captain, would you like to tell us if there is anything you can't think of?" Der Spiegel asked with concern.
"What! I suddenly got inspiration. I feel that the ninjutsu I developed is about to succeed, and I'm just about the last kick! Ming Jing, this is not clear, you can quickly make me a braised carp." Asma was anxious. Said.
　　 Mingjing sighed silently, picked up the spatula and made another one for Asma. Then I watched Asma with Qingyan while eating and vomiting while thinking, how do I feel miserable!
　　 "Master, do we want to stop it?" Two hours later, Ming Jing fried two portions of braised carp for Asma. The lips of this guy were red and swollen!
　　 "Hmm..." Ming Jing was also thinking about this question. One Shangrenchei braised carp was eaten to death. I don't know if the third generation of Hokage will believe this way of death. Why don't you come to an illusion to knock Asma down? Anyway, at this time Asma's spirit fluctuates greatly, and the illusion can easily succeed.
　　 "Hahahaha...I thought about it! My ninjutsu succeeded! Hahahaha..." Just as Der Spiegel was about to do it, Asma stopped by herself. He looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing and tearing his nose.
How to do? The more you look, the more miserable! It feels like the captain's brain is broken.
　　 Mingjing and Qingyan glanced at each other, UU read www.uukanshu.com and raised their foreheads.
　　 "Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
　　Mingjing and Qingyan had no choice but to help Asma back to his room to rest. When they returned to the kitchen again, they both felt a little hungry. So Ming Jing used the leftover crucian carp to make a new fish soup, and the two ate some. Ming Jing was very satisfied with the taste of the fish soup this time. He decided to make this for Xiao Nan next time.
　　 Early the next morning, Ming Jing was pulled up by Asmar. Qing Yan was sleeping in the room next to Mingjing, and after hearing the noise, he followed. The three people found an empty place, and Asma looked at Ming Jing with a look of excitement and said: "Come here, let me show you the ninjutsu I developed alone. It will definitely shock you!"
　　 "Hmm, I'm already shocked." Ming Jing nodded and developed a ninjutsu after eating a few braised carp. Are you sure you are not kidding me?
"I'm optimistic!" Asma reminded him, seeing his extremely fast Jieyin, and suddenly a hot soot cloud fell from his mouth about five meters in front of him, and then Asma held it with one hand. The soot cloud exploded continuously.
　　 Mingjing was in a daze, this technique looks so familiar! ,
　　 "How about it? It's amazing, right? I named this technique ‘Burn Ash’!" Asma said proudly.
　　Mingjing retracted his gaze and thought of the Shibuyu technique developed by Naruto. There is a reason why Naruto's painting style is occasionally abnormal.
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