Could it be because of this meat? Tsunade looked down at the roast meat in her hand and took another bite.
As the meat was swallowed, the same warmth filled her body, and her physical fitness improved a little bit more.
It really was because of this! Tsunade's eyes lit up. Knowing the benefits of the roast meat, she disregarded everything else and frantically ate the meat in her hand.
Jiraiya and Orochimaru looked at Tsunade in confusion. Konoha didn't usually starve Tsunade. Even if the meat was delicious, there was no need to act like this.
Seeing their confused expressions, Milim kindly reminded them, "Sea King meat is very nutritious. It can even improve a human's physical fitness!"
Hearing this, the two instantly understood why Tsunade was eating so fast. Now they couldn't care less about the village's dignity. They immediately went to Tsunade's side and ate the freshly roasted food.
"Tsunade, you didn't tell us about such good stuff," Jiraiya complained with his mouth full.
Tsunade rolled her eyes. "Aren't you here now?"
Feeling the warmth in his body, Orochimaru's eyes grew increasingly serious. "Just from this food that can enhance physical fitness, one can see how powerful her world is.
And in the future, more people from that side will come to our Shinobi World."
Both Tsunade and Jiraiya understood what Orochimaru meant. The Shinobi World was about to fall into chaos again!
Tsunade sighed. "We can't do anything about this kind of thing. Anyway, no matter how bad it gets, there are taller people to hold up the sky."
Jiraiya lowered his head, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes. "If only I could find the Child of Prophecy. He could definitely bring permanent peace to the Shinobi World."
"Heh!" Tsunade sneered disdainfully, her tone carrying undisguised mockery. "Still believing in your ethereal prophecy? Now that even another world is involved, never mind if the Child of Prophecy can appear, even if he does, what can he do?"
Jiraiya remained silent, muttering to himself in his heart: I can't see any hope for peace, so this is the only thing I can believe in.
Seeing Jiraiya silent, a trace of annoyance flashed in Tsunade's eyes, and she continued eating the meat in her hand.
However, after eating for a while, they felt full.
This food contained high energy, but it was also very filling. Just eating a piece of meat made their stomachs feel bloated.
But turning to look at Milim, their eyes widened to find that plates were piled high on her side, and Milim was quickly devouring the food on the plates.
Despite eating so much food, there was no sign of her lower abdomen bulging.
"Hehe! What a marvelous life form!" Orochimaru sighed with emotion, a trace of envy appearing on his face.
Although Orochimaru at this time had not experienced Nawaki's death and had not completely turned dark.
He still instinctively yearned for longevity and immortality. The life form called Demon Lord described by Milim was a perfect path to immortality.
How could Orochimaru not be interested in such a life form?
While Milim was eating here, the chefs of the Uzumaki Clan were running their legs off. Six chefs grilling meat together still couldn't keep up with Milim's eating speed.
They had staked their mission as chefs on completing this job. If they let the guest go hungry, what face would they have to call themselves chefs!
So even if they were panting from exhaustion and their legs were sore, they still firmly walked to deliver every dish to the guest's table.
After finishing another plate, Milim finally stopped eating, a trace of satisfaction in her eyes.
Having become a Demon Lord, she no longer felt hunger. Eating these things was merely to satisfy her appetite.
Besides, she didn't bring the Sea King over just to enjoy it alone.
She casually grabbed a piece of paper to wipe the oil stains from her mouth, then pulled up Kushina, who had long been stuffed.
Turning her head, she grinned at the chefs and said, "Thank you for giving me a new food experience. The craftsmanship of the Shinobi World combined with the meat quality of the Sea King truly has a unique flavor.
Thank you for your hospitality."
Hearing this thanks, the chefs were immediately somewhat overwhelmed.
Who was Milim?
She was the newest ruler of the Land of Whirlpools, whose status even surpassed that of their Uzumaki Clan Patriarch.
Yet such a noble person personally thanked them, these lowly chefs.
The head chef's eyes reddened. He didn't expect to be respected by such a big shot. He immediately bowed and responded, "Thank you for tasting."
"Hahaha, the remaining meat is left to you to deal with. Remember to finish all the meat today, otherwise, it won't be good if it spoils." Milim waved her hand in farewell, dragged her exclusive little maid Kushina, and ran away directly.
"To treat the weak with such an attitude... and it really looks alike!" Seeing Milim's smile, Tsunade's eyes went into a trance.
She seemed to see her granduncle again, revealing a silly smile in front of her. Milim's smile and her grandfather's smile were both so incredibly pure.
And they both treated the weak with the same attitude.
Jiraiya put his hands on his hips, a silly smile bursting on his face. "It seems that Demon Lord Milim isn't bad."
"Idiot!" Orochimaru said with contempt!
"Orochimaru, how dare you scold me again!" Being scolded inexplicably, Jiraiya was also somewhat unconvinced.
Orochimaru's gaze became more contemptuous. "That is merely the tolerance of the strong towards the weak. That is also a privilege belonging only to the strong!"
The three stood up, thanked the cooking chefs, and walked in the direction Milim left.
The remaining six chefs looked at the Sea King, which was a full hundred meters large, and a trace of confusion flashed in their eyes. Finish all this in one day?
How should they eat it?
Could the entire Uzumaki Clan together achieve it?
The six chefs fell into deep thought.
Milim didn't care about what happened behind her, nor did she care about Tsunade and the others following her.
Instead, she dragged Kushina to a clothing store on her own. She had specially ordered a set of clothes here yesterday.
With their speed, it should be ready soon.
"Milim, what exactly are we going to do?" Kushina sighed. She found that Milim was more like a child than her, a child.
She, a child, still had troubles, which could be called worries of adults.
While Milim was carefree all day long, sometimes more playful than her, and even when sleeping, sometimes she had to coax her to sleep.
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