"By the way, remember to let your sister know when you get back. Tell her to come eat when it's mealtime."
Looks like I really had to set up a separate kitchen myself.
Fortunately, I could use Tsunade as a shield. Surely no one would dare say anything.
Tsunade was no less important to the camp than Danzo, the commander-in-chief.
If she wanted to practice her cooking and set up a separate kitchen, who would dare complain?
No one would say it was wrong. They would only think it was perfectly natural.
"Uh... will that work?"
Thinking of Chiyue's delicious food, Nawaki subconsciously swallowed.
He was tempted. He was nearly sick of eating rations.
"If you don't want to, then keep gnawing on rations. I'm going out for a walk."
Chiyue spread his hands helplessly. Since Nawaki was unwilling, he would figure something out himself.
The Land of Rain only had a harsh environment. It still had the things it ought to have.
Chiyue refused to believe that his cooking skills could not earn him a separate kitchen.
"Don't! I'll go!!"
Nawaki was no fool. Since there was a chance to set up a separate kitchen, and he did not even need to use his own name, why would he not make the trip?
He was nearly sick of the camp's meals and rations.
With Chiyue, a master chef, here, they absolutely had to set up that separate kitchen.
Stopping Chiyue, Nawaki threw on a raincoat and ran toward the logistics department.
"Won't he get scolded?"
Watching Nawaki's figure vanish into the curtain of rain, Minato looked worried.
They were borrowing Tsunade's name like this. Tsunade would most likely not beat up Chiyue, but Nawaki might be the one who got beaten.
"Then you can eat rations."
Chiyue shot him