Kushina Uzumaki I have never seen such a dish.
The scene on the plate was like a painting with bold colors. The snow-white chicken, like the purest first snow in winter, lay quietly at the bottom of the plate. And what was poured on it was oil as hot as lava and as red as blood., in the oil juice, there were fine, crimson particles floating, like burnt star debris. A few green onions, scattered randomly, became the only and most vivid embellishment on this fierce red and white battlefield.
The chopsticks were handed to her, and Senju Chen's eyes showed a brilliance that she had never seen before, mixed with the creator's unique confidence and a trace of unnoticeable nervousness.
Kushina's throat moved.
It's not that she has never eaten spicy food. She has tasted the pungent taste of wasabi and the spiciness of ginger. But the smell of the dish in front of her is completely different from all the "spicy" things she knows. It is an overbearing, unreasonable, and aggressive aroma, like an invisible hand, grabbing your nose and forcefully dragging your attention.
She picked up a piece of chicken.
The chicken skin is crystal clear and firm after being chilled. The white and tender chicken and the red spicy oil form a wonderful line that is distinct and moist with each other.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of the overbearing aroma and put the piece of chicken into her mouth.
The moment the piece of meat touched the tip of his tongue, Kushina's beautiful big purple eyes suddenly opened wide.
The first thing that reaches the taste buds is the sweetness and cool and smooth texture of the chicken itself. Then, the salty and fresh taste brought by the thin layer of "sauce" begins to quietly set the stage.
However, all this gentle prelude was completely torn apart by a sudden storm in the next second.
"Boom!"
It was as if a small red bomb exploded in her mouth.
A burning, wild spiciness, like a torrent bursting from a dam, instantly swept through every corner of her mouth. It was not a simple pain, but a layered heat wave with a strong burnt aroma, burning from the tip of her tongue to the depths of her throat.
Kushina's body tensed subconsciously, and a thin layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
So spicy!
As soon as this thought arose, another, weirder and more unfamiliar feeling followed.
A strange, tingling electric feeling started from the tip of her tongue and quickly spread to her entire lips. It felt like countless tiny ants dancing wildly on her tongue, giving her the illusion that her mouth and tongue no longer belonged to her.
Spicy and numb.
Two completely different but equally domineering tastes, like two elite troops working in perfect harmony, launched an unprecedented pincer-like offensive against her sensory defenses.
Her taste system was completely in chaos. Her brain was sending alarms frantically, telling her that this was a "danger" signal, and her reason was screaming at her to spit it out and drink water.
But her body gave the most honest reaction.
Under the violent spicy storm, the tenderness of the chicken, the smoothness of the chicken skin, the fragrance of the chopped green onion, and the indescribable mellow aroma contained in the red oil were reflected extremely clearly. Every time you chew, it is like adding new fuel to this war of tastes.
So... so enjoyable!
Kushina's breathing became rapid, and her cheeks were stained with a touching blush at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Her eyes were slightly moist, and she didn't know whether it was because she was spicy or moved.
She forgot to speak, forgot to think, and even forgot about Senju Chen beside her.
At this moment, the only thing left in her world was the dish in front of her.
The chopsticks in her hands turned into the fastest weapons, charging at the red and white things on the plate again and again at an astonishing speed that even she was not aware of.
One piece, another piece.
It was so spicy that she wanted to stamp her feet, and it was so numb that her tongue froze, but the hand holding the chopsticks couldn't stop at all. An unprecedented and hearty pleasure shot from the tip of her tongue straight to Tianling Gai, making every pore in her body seem to relax.
Senju Chen looked at her quietly.
In his perceptual world, Kushina's current state is more straightforward than any language.
He could "see" the blood flow in her body accelerating, and "hear" her powerful heart beating acceleratingly. He could "feel" a huge and hot Chakra, surging actively in her body due to violent fluctuations in emotions, like a pot of boiling water.
The "aura" exuding from her body has completely transformed from the initial curiosity and doubt into a kind of pure and unreserved joy and satisfaction after being completely conquered.
Senju Chen felt a stronger sense of accomplishment than when he achieved a breakthrough in his practice [Spirit Transformation Technique].
"Food..."
An unclear syllable interrupted Senju Chen's thoughts.
He raised his eyes and saw that Kushina's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were watery. He was holding out a finger, pointing tremblingly at the rice pot in the kitchen, and was still sucking in the cold air.
Senju Chen laughed and stood up to serve her a large bowl of steaming white rice.
The next scene completely overturned his understanding of Kushina.
Kushina Holding the rice bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, he poured the bright red spicy oil soup on the white rice, and then gulped it down as if no one else was watching. In that look, there was no trace of his usual bright and showy look, just like a little fox that had been hungry for three days.
The wind and the remaining clouds.
When the last drop of oil on the plate was scraped off by the rice and put into her mouth, Kushina let out a long, satisfied breath.
She slumped on the chair, her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and her whole figure looked like she had fought an arduous war. Her face was full of exhaustion, but her eyes were shining with the glory of victory.
"You..." She opened her mouth, only to realize that her lips were still numb, making it difficult to speak. "What... did you... put... in there?"
Her voice was hoarse with a hint of the aftermath of a disaster, but her eyes were astonishingly bright.
"My tongue... doesn't feel like it's my own anymore... but..." She sat upright suddenly, came in front of Senju Chen, and declared word by word in an unquestionable tone:
"... I will eat more tomorrow!"