Chapter 45: A Different Kind of Dinner, Meng Ling is a Gourmet

  After arriving at the Wind Spring's home, Meng Ling only knew that the two siblings of Wind Spring were actually not native to Konohagakure either. The two lived in a small house of about 100 square meters and usually relied on themselves for food and clothing.

  Thanks to Meng Ling's luck today, I got the "salary" for the C-level task and thought of inviting Meng Ling to go home and have dinner together.

  "So you guys are just like me, originally not native to Konohagakure either." Upon hearing that Fuu and her brother were also not natives of Konohagakure, Mei was extremely surprised, but thinking about it, in the world of ninjas, it's a big place, and people coming to Konoha to learn ninjutsu is not impossible.

  "Yes, our parents passed away very early on. We came here to fulfill our own dreams of becoming strong ninjas as well. We believe that once we become stronger, we will have the ability to save those orphans who have lost their loved ones." Fūsen no Mai said, clenching her fist tightly.

  "Hmm, it's indeed a good dream." Meng Ling smiled and said.

  "Hmm, you think so too? Then what's Meng Ling's dream?" Feng Quan Zhi Wu asked with a blink of her sparkling eyes.

  "I? I don't have any dreams." Meng Ling thought for a long time before saying this one sentence.

  Actually, Meng Ling was preparing to play her role well in the upcoming Naruto storyline, but these words couldn't be said to Feng Quan Zhi Wu. If this little girl in front of her heard this sentence, she would inevitably think that she had a high fever.

  "Deceiver, Dreaming of Wings. If you didn't have a dream, why would you cultivate to possess such strength? I know, don't I, that Dreaming of Wings once completed an A-ranked mission with Kakashi-senpai, the Copy Ninja from the village, several years ago. Tell me, what is your dream?" Wind Spring Dance lifted his right index finger in front of Dreaming of Wings' eyes and swung it back and forth, smiling triumphantly.

  "Hmm... this." Meng Ling was taken aback for a moment, to be honest, she herself had never really thought about her own dreams, and at most, it was just because she found cultivation to be very interesting that she started her own practice.

  "Could it be that Meng Ling doesn't want to tell me about her own dreams? I've already told her about my own dreams, how petty." Feng Quan Zhi Wu said with some dissatisfaction.

  "Ah, no, actually, I mean...my dream...right." Dreaming suddenly thought of a very accurate answer.

  "It's not so much a dream of mine, but rather an ambition that sounds better." Meng Ling said with a smile.

  "Ambition? What ambition?" asked Fengquan Wudao.

  "Power, absolute power, I wish I could get enough power to change the world." Meng Ling clenched his fists excitedly and said.

  "Is that so? Then you'd better work hard, this isn't a simple matter." Fengquan Zhiwu said with a smile.

  "Hmm, when it comes down to it, our wishes all require power to be fulfilled, don't they?" Meng Ling said with a smile to Feng Quan Zhi Wu.

  "So we have to work hard on our training, but Meng Ling's current strength is already very powerful. Sometimes I think, am I useless?" Feng Quan Zhi Wu said with a hint of dejection.

  "How could it be, actually most of my power is due to my own 'Bloodline Limit', to be honest, although my current strength can barely be considered 'strong', but there's also a lot of luck included in it. After all, Kakashi-sensei once said that luck is also a kind of strength." Meng Ling explained slowly.

  "Is luck also a kind of strength?" Fengquan's dance didn't stop repeating Mengying's words, as if he had understood something in his heart.

  "Alright, don't think about those things anymore, let's go help your brother with cooking instead." Meng Ling said with a smile.

  "Hmm, thank you, Meng Ling. Your words have enlightened me to a lot of things. Sometimes, I really think it's a waste that you didn't become a philosopher." Fengquan Wudao said with a smile.

  "Spare me, I'm not interested in those nitpicky things." Meng Ling said with a dry laugh.

  At this time, the two had already come into the kitchen together.

  "Brother, is there anything we can help you with?" Fengquan Zhiwu asked loudly towards her own brother.

  "Ah, it's little sister, I was worried." Fēng Quán zhī Guāng said to his own little sister, looking a bit embarrassed.

  "What's wrong, brother? Why haven't you started cooking yet? Meng Rong has been waiting for a long time." Feng Quan Zhi Wu asked with some anger, looking at the empty stove.

  "Actually, it seems we still don't know what Meng Ling likes to eat, and just now I didn't even have a chance to ask." Feng Quan Zhi Guang was obviously somewhat nervous, his words were incoherent.

  Actually, he just snuck away to eavesdrop on his sister and Meng Ling's conversation, and didn't cook at all. Now he can only come up with a random excuse to brush it off.

  "Alas, brother, you're really... helpless. Meng Ling, why don't we cook together?" Feng Quan Zhi Wu asked with a smile.

  "Alright, then let's make our signature dishes and have a competition. Let's see whose is the most delicious later." Meng Ling picked up the apron hanging on the wall and tied it around her waist, saying with a smile.

  "Alright, let's do it then, Meng Ling. This time, I'll let you taste my specialty sushi, and the winner will definitely be me." Fēng Quán zhī Wǔ said confidently.

  "I won't lose either." Meng Ling smiled lightly and immediately started her own work.

  Meng Ling wanted to make what he used to eat every day outside school on Earth, Shandong Jianbing.

  At that time, Meng Ling thought it was very delicious after eating it for the first time, so she learned how to make this Shandong Jianbing.

  "Alright, since there are no tools here, I'll just use the abilities of the Elemental Fruits for now." Meng Ling smiled and selected some millet, soybeans, a pack of bacon, three eggs, a small amount of scallions, and that special sauce - which wasn't available here, so Meng Ling had to make it herself.

  "Crackers can be replaced with tenderloin meat instead. So first, the physique of steel - metallurgy." Meng Ling said softly, and instantly a round iron plate appeared in her hand.

  Of course, everything Meng Ling did was within the Blood Succession Limit that Fengquan siblings explained as their own, so they naturally knew what the Blood Succession Limit was, and there was nothing strange about it.

  Firstly, after washing about 500 grams of millet in a hurry, Meng Ling threw it into a pot.

  "Alright, while I'm at it, I'll heat up this damned iron plate first. Flame Body - Left Hand of the Fire God." Meng Ling held up the iron plate with her left hand, and soon a 'sizzling' sound came from it.

  "Next, it's these tenderloin steaks. Steel physique - metallurgy." Meng Ling condensed a small knife and skillfully used it to cut the tenderloin into three pieces, placing them on an iron plate that had already been coated with cooking oil.

  Then, the following is to take out the millet that has been cooked to 70% and mix it with the remaining 500g of millet and 100g of soybeans. The wind-type physique - spatial vibration. Meng Ling gathered the 500g of millet, 500g of raw rice, and 100g of soybeans in the iron pot together, using the ability of the elemental fruit to vibrate them into a pulp state.

  "That's really impressive, but Meng Ling, we won't give up either!" Feng Quan Zhi Wu exclaimed excitedly as he watched Meng Ling busily rushing about.

  "I'm really looking forward to it, then. Next, I just have one more segment left." Meng Ling smiled, picked up the already roasted tenderloin, and then scooped up a glob of yellow bean millet paste with an iron spoon, pouring it onto the iron plate. After that, Meng Ling took a semi-circular iron plate and used the yellow bean millet paste to coat the entire surface of the iron plate. Following that, after removing the remaining yellow bean millet paste, Meng Ling cracked open an egg and evenly spread the egg yolk over the already solidified millet paste.

  "Sprinkle the onions, add the special sauce and the tenderloin meat, chili peppers, then stack them up." Meng Ling's hands moved non-stop, after that...

  "Done, two more to go..." Meng Ling followed the previous method and repeated it twice. After that, three Meng Ling handmade Shandong pancakes were fully presented in her hands.

  "Our's is also complete, try my sushi. This time I'm absolutely the winner." Fengquan Dance smiled and brought her own work in front of Meng Ling, looking very pleased with herself.

  "I'm not very good at cooking, so I learned how to make ramen from a ramen shop." Fengquan Guang said with some embarrassment.

  "My own is done, this is called... uh, no, Zhongshan pancake." Meng Ling thought that since his teammates didn't know what Shandong was, he might as well use the name of the Chinese province Shandong and remove two characters to make it "Shan Dong Pancake".

  "Zhongshan pancake? What a strange name." Fengquan Wudao said with some doubt.

  "Hehe, actually, this is a dish I invented by chance in a big mountain when I left Konohagakure Village, so it's called Nakayama Pancake. How about trying some?" Meng Ling smiled and held out the pancake in her hand to Fengquan siblings.

  "Ah......" Fengquan's Dance had never eaten such a strange food before, but after she hesitantly took a bite, her face revealed an extremely surprised expression.

  "It's really delicious, Meng Ling you're simply a versatile genius." Fengquan Zhiwu exclaimed.

  "Is it really that delicious?" Fengquan's Light also picked some up and took a bite, and just like Fengquan's Dance, he revealed an extremely astonished expression.

  "Meng Ling, how did you think of doing this? It seems like you're the winner. I think in the future, you'll definitely be a great mother. If that man marries you, he'll absolutely die from happiness." Fengquan's Dance ate while loudly praising Meng Ling's craftsmanship.

  "Hehe, thank you......" Meng Ling smiled and replied, but added another sentence in her heart.

  "Want me to be a good mom? That's just a dream!"