The girls went into the kitchen to help Zhou Cheng.
After spending so much time helping him and learning by watching, their cooking skills had improved considerably.
Occasionally, they would show off their skills at home.
Naturally, they earned praise from everyone!
Their clansmen thought very highly of them.
With the girls helping, Zhou Cheng soon prepared a table full of delicious dishes.
Tsunade and Jiraiya arrived as well.
They had eaten Zhou Cheng's cooking the fewest times.
Having another chance to taste his food, they couldn't stop praising it.
"If you ever stop being a shinobi, open a restaurant in Konoha. It'll be a hit throughout the shinobi world!"
Zhou Cheng looked calm, but inwardly, he was thoroughly annoyed.
Open a restaurant and do all the cooking myself?
Am I destined to slave away my whole life?
Even food can't shut you up.
"All right, eat while it's hot!"
"It won't taste as good once it gets cold!"
Everyone immediately dug in, and war broke out at the table once again.
They all showed sides of themselves that rarely surfaced.
But Zhou Cheng was already used to it!
He didn't find it strange in the slightest.
Both host and guests thoroughly enjoyed the meal.
Afterward, the jonin left to attend to their busy schedules.
Asuma and Kurenai Yuhi stayed behind, however.
Holding hands, they walked over to Zhou Cheng.
"Thank you for saving Asuma's life!"
Kurenai Yuhi bowed ninety degrees to Zhou Cheng.
Asuma bowed to him as well.
A bow in exchange for his life was hardly a bad deal!
Konohamaru came over too.
"Thank you, Cheng Zhou!"
Asuma was his uncle by blood, one of the few relatives he had left.
Zhou Cheng smiled faintly. "Why so formal?"
"We're all friends. We're just helping each other!"
"Maybe