Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 223: Even Saints Can’t Resist This Food

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Even Saints Can’t Resist This Food

After considering all the possibilities, a glimmer of hope couldn’t help but ignite in Xuan Feng’s heart—she might very well be able to drink this wine.

If Her Highness simply couldn’t be bothered to care, maybe when she goes in later, the wine will just be sitting there!

After all, Her Highness had already said she didn’t want it earlier and let her eat and drink to her satisfaction. A Saint’s word carries more weight than nine cauldrons and is absolutely not changed lightly!

Moreover, she had hardly ever seen Her Highness drink, it seemed she only drank when the great god Fuxi fell, indicating she doesn’t fancy alcohol.

The more Xuan Feng thought about it, the more credible it seemed, and her heart wasn’t as heavy as before.

If it weren’t for knowing that the timing wasn’t right, she would have already rushed in to check if her treasured Peach Blossom Brew was still there!

Another few gulps went down her throat, and the Peach Blossom Brew was nearing its end—after all, this was a small jar, the economical type.

Nuwa swayed a little, looking at the remaining liquid in the jar as it swished around, a hint of dissatisfaction on her face. So little!

What was Xuan Feng doing? Such a delicious thing, why didn’t she bring more back? Just this one small jar, is it for feeding the birds?

Nuwa couldn’t help but grumble in her heart. In front of the Peach Blossom Brew, she had put aside the so-called dignity of a Saint.

Just as she was about to tilt her head back to finish the last remaining drops, Nuwa suddenly remembered her previous words, telling Xuan Feng to help herself to food and drink. But now, she was nearly finished drinking. Would it compromise the demeanor of a Saint?

Having reached the pinnacle of cultivation, face had gradually become the utmost concern for those with great power in The Primordial World...

Naturally, Nuwa was no exception.

Furrowing her brows lightly, Nuwa thought through the logic. She indeed had said that already.

But in the end, Xuan Feng hadn’t taken the Peach Blossom Brew away, isn’t that equivalent to presenting it to her once again?

She hadn’t led Xuan Feng to take it away directly, wasn’t that a tacit acceptance, Nuwa nodded thoughtfully. So, she didn’t go back on her word at all.

Bottoms up!

Without any hesitation, Nuwa guzzled down the rest in one gulp.

Belch!

Drinking too hastily, Nuwa let out a hiccup from the alcohol, the lingering aroma once again enveloping her mouth.

One word, exhilarating!

Squinting her beautiful eyes, Nuwa’s gaze naturally fell upon the Flying Dragon soup on the floor, and she unconsciously licked her vermilion lips.

The Peach Blossom Brew and this thing called Flying Dragon soup must have come from the same place, otherwise Xuan Feng wouldn’t have brought them out together.

If the Peach Blossom Brew is so delightful, then the Flying Dragon soup must not be too bad either, at least it won’t be distasteful!

She had already been hooked by the Peach Blossom Brew’s appeal to her appetite, how could she ignore the existence of the Flying Dragon soup?

With a flick of her hand, the small box containing the Flying Dragon soup floated into Nuwa’s hand, lightly shaking the weight in her hand, satisfaction spread across Nuwa’s face.

This Flying Dragon soup’s quantity is not small at all!

Not bad!

It’s just that, Nuwa lowered her head to look at the tightly sealed meal box, seemingly at a loss for words—is this meant to be eaten or not?

After some effort, Nuwa managed to open the seal, and as steam rose, a fragrance enveloped her, swirling around Nuwa’s nose.

Nuwa took a deep breath and was instantly intoxicated. The aroma was different from the previous sweetness of the wine; it was the savory scent of meat, mingled with seasoning yet perfectly balanced, causing one to become insatiable just by smelling it.

Although Nuwa was not of the Human Race, even she could not resist the temptation of the aroma. Looking down at the soup within the container, she saw dots of oil floating on the surface but could glimpse the clarity beneath.

The pieces of meat, slightly pale, were striking against the colorful garnishes.

Nuwa swallowed.

Just by looking, her stomach was already clamoring for food, how she yearned to devour it all!

No sooner said than done.

Nuwa picked up the chopsticks prepared by Chen Nuo and clamped a piece of succulent-looking meat, but instead of eating it right away, her face bore a hint of surprise.

"This Flying Dragon Soup is actually not made with dragon meat but with flying fowl?"

After picking it up and bringing it closer, the aroma became even clearer, directly tempting the deep recesses of her taste buds. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Forget it!

Nuwa shook her head slightly, why bother about so much, as long as it’s edible!

With such a delicious scent, even if she couldn’t eat it, she might still try, after all, with the cultivation of a Saint, she wasn’t afraid of any problems.

Nuwa bit into the Flying Dragon meat, ready to tear off a small piece to eat, but found she had done so without any effort; a hint of astonishment flashed through her beautiful eyes.

"This meat is too tender," she mused as she chewed with her teeth. There was no sense of toughness; it was soft, juicy, and had completely absorbed the essence of all the seasonings. My goodness!

If it weren’t for the food in her mouth, she would have exclaimed in amazement. What kind of meat was this?

How could it be so tender, and also have a natural freshness, how was this achieved?

Nuwa couldn’t help but marvel in her heart; this single bite made her realize the inferiority of her imperial palatial chefs.

Compared to this dish, they were as insignificant as dust; the food they prepared, could hardly be deemed worth eating. From this moment on, she felt she could never again stomach the meals from her own palace.

The gap was like a chasm!

Another sip of soup!

Nuwa picked up a spoon, gently brought the soup to her lips, and the fragrance she had smelled was now fully deciphered. Her taste buds were enveloped by the soup, savory and delicious, as if in a land of tender comfort.

Immersed, unable to extricate herself!

How she wished to stay in that moment forever.

Her Peach Blossom Brew was safe, but she wondered if the Flying Dragon Soup could escape the same fate. She pondered with her chin propped up, Xuan Feng seemingly lost in thought.

Considering the way Her Majesty had just stormed off, she probably wouldnât even open, let alone eat it!

As long as it wasn’t destroyed or poured out, she could still take it back.

Just like with the Peach Blossom Brew, Xuan Feng was especially concerned about the safety of the Flying Dragon Soup.

Because she had suddenly realized something, Chaos Residence’s dishes could only be consumed once a day. Even though she couldn’t drink the Flying Dragon Soup today, it didn’t mean she couldn’t tomorrow!

Xuan Feng’s mind was abuzz with calculations; she dared not overlook Shopkeeper Chen’s words and eat directly.

If it went unnoticed, fine, but if exposed, she would lose the privilege of eating at Chaos Residence forever—a gamble too risky for her to bear!

Given Shopkeeper Chen’s wide-reaching Divine Skills and his prior warning, she was sure he must have his unique ways of checking. She wouldn’t dare challenge his authority.

Moreover, if the issue was just that the dish had gone cold, perhaps she could find Shopkeeper Chen tomorrow for a free reheating or attempt to get a refund and purchase a fresh portion.

In short, one word, your Majesty! Leave the Flying Dragon Soup to her!

A small pile of bones had accumulated, but Nuwa still did not stop; this thing was even tastier when hot!

After a while, all the meat from the Flying Dragon Soup had been devoured by Nuwa.

So delicious, Nuwa was in high spirits.

If she knew what kind of bird was stewed in this Flying Dragon Soup, she would catch and eat it every day. She never knew meat could be cooked to such perfection.

This time, without using a spoon and seeing only a little soup left, Nuwa took advantage of the still warm temperature and began to drink directly.

Gulp, gulp!

The soup went down her throat, spreading warmth and comfort in her stomach, completely consumed.

Satisfaction appeared on Nuwa’s face; she smacked her lips, her tongue licking the last traces of oil off her ruby lips, it really was too delicious!

Nuwa’s heart still lingered with reluctance. There was no helping it—this had nothing to do with her willpower; the flavor would ensnare anyone just the same, perfectly normal.