Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 270 The Only Dish Added to the Menu at Chaos Residence
"*Burp!* Shopkeeper Chen, this Flat Peach Juice is simply too delicious!" Haotian leaned back in his chair with immense satisfaction.
"I’ve tried Flat Peach Juice made by others, but how did you get this fizz in yours?" Sipping another mouthful, Haotian asked curiously.
He felt that the soul of this Flat Peach soda was the fizz itself. The feeling of surging coolness as it hit his mouth was simply unbeatable!
Chen Nuo sat behind the counter with an indifferent expression: "It’s a store secret. I can’t disclose that."
After all, he made the drink himself. It wasn’t a system reward. If he told others the key points, would there be any business left for him?
"I’m just asking, just asking," Haotian said with an embarrassed smile, trying to play it off with a laugh.
If any immortals from the Heavenly Court dared to speak to him like that, they would meet a grim fate, but Shopkeeper Chen was regarded by him as a potentially equal or even higher-standing powerhouse, so he didn’t get angry.
Smacking his lips, Haotian remarked nostalgically, "Shopkeeper Chen, your Flat Peach series is really well-made. I feel like even eating Flat Peaches has become rather tasteless to me now."
Whenever he thought about the crown VIP card from the Jade Pool that he held, he couldn’t help but be envious. That was, after all, a privilege for free access to the whole Flat Peach series!
"Then drink more. What’s the point of attending court? Just come and drink every day, and you’ll satisfy your cravings," said Chen Nuo nonchalantly.
He blatantly encouraged him.
Haotian’s face turned bitter: "I... I’d like to!"
"Only, as the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court, attending court is my duty, and my day-to-day tasks are endless; I truly have the will but not the power."
He indeed wanted to come every day, but he simply couldn’t get away.
Ah, so that’s it. Chen Nuo nodded, pondering to himself. It seemed that the delivery service was indeed an urgent matter. But before that...
"Couldn’t you just send a subordinate to pick up meals for you?" Chen Nuo offered, "You know the cost of your meals, so why not have them buy them for you?"
Right, Haotian’s eyes lit up, and he excitedly slammed the table. How could he have forgotten about this trick?!
He was too busy to come, but he could send someone. Taibai Jin would be an excellent candidate. Not only was he absolutely loyal, but he had also dined at Chaos Residence before, so he was familiar with the place.
"Just be gentle when you slam the table, or you will have to pay for it,"
Before Haotian could react, Chen Nuo’s voice came through in a haunting tone.
Haotian: "..."
Haotian probed cautiously, "How much would it cost if this table got damaged?"
Chen Nuo rolled his eyes, casually saying, "Just around a hundred and eighty dishes worth, which is pretty cheap." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Having said that, Chen Nuo shook his head as if the price were absolutely reasonable.
Cheap...
Haotian’s eyelids twitched with anxiety. A hundred and eighty dishes worth—that’s like a hundred and eighty Golden Immortal Magic Artifacts!
As if Golden Immortal Magic Artifacts are cabbages!!
Haotian’s heart thumped as he examined the table carefully, and upon seeing it was undamaged, he breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close.
"By the way, aren’t you busy with official duties? What brought you here today?" Chen Nuo held a cup of Flat Peach Juice, took a sip, and asked leisurely.
"Don’t even mention it, Shopkeeper Chen!" As soon as the subject came up, Haotian’s expression soured.
"Ever since Chef Wukong left, the fare from the Imperial Kitchen has been hard to swallow. All the immortals of the Heavenly Court are disgruntled. I heard from the God of Cookery that Chef Wukong is now with you, so I came here today to find him," explained Haotian.
After speaking, Haotian nodded to himself, Yes, that’s it!
He wasn’t just itching for a taste of Shopkeeper Chen’s cooking. No, he, Haotian, was concerned about the stability of the Heavenly Court.
But to tell the truth, he was also quite troubled.
The Buddhist Feast was fast approaching, and as per the agreement, they in the Heavenly Court had to release someone. Whether Sun Wukong could escape the coming difficulty was yet to be seen.
Let’s not even mention whether he will continue to work in the Heavenly Court or not.
Now, all the Immortals in the Heavenly Court were addicted to Sun Wukong’s cooking and couldn’t extricate themselves. After just a few days without it, they started to gather and block the Imperial Kitchen, making a fuss.
It’s really embarrassing, Haotian sighed softly, shamelessly ignoring who was leading the commotion.
He wondered what would happen if Sun Wukong didn’t continue working as the chef in the Imperial Kitchen after the Buddhist banquet. Would those Immortals go crazy?
While thinking about it, Haotian peeked in the direction of the kitchen and smiled, saying, "Shopkeeper Chen, is Chef Wukong inside practicing his culinary skills?"
"Let him come out for a rest as well. It must be tiring."
Chen Nuo shook his head and said softly, "You came at a bit of an inconvenient time; Wukong just left earlier today."
"Chef Wukong went back to the Imperial Kitchen?" Haotian couldn’t help but ask.
"Mm, he’ll be back once he handles some things."
Chen Nuo casually dismissed with a remark and did not disclose Sun Wukong’s visit to Nuwa.
As long as he comes back, Haotian breathed a sigh of relief, knowing full well what a mess the Imperial Kitchen was in. If Sun Wukong were to return even a few days later, there would essentially be no more Imperial Kitchen in the Heavenly Court.
Looking at the remnants he had cleared from his plate, Haotian smacked his lips and exclaimed, "Shopkeeper Chen, the food here is undoubtedly delicious, but it’s just not enough!"
"Can’t you replenish the dishes?"
Although satisfied after each meal, there was still a lingering craving, a sense of not having had quite enough.
Given Shopkeeper Chen’s culinary skills, if he could eat his fill, he could consume a thousand plates!
No! Ten thousand plates!
Chen Nuo propped his chin, appearing somewhat indifferent, as he took Haotian’s words as nothing more than hot air.
"If everyone orders without limit, do you think I can prepare that many dishes in a day?" Chen Nuo retorted.
This wasn’t like a system that could generate dishes with a single click; as long as there were ingredients, he could make whatever was needed. Although his culinary skills were taught by the system, they were still earnestly crafted.
Improvements in skills could save various cumbersome preparations, but not the cooking time.
To achieve the ultimate taste, certain steps are indispensable and cannot be rushed, no matter how skilled you are.
Moreover, this isn’t a mundane restaurant. Mortals, no matter how much they can eat, have their limits, but every customer who comes to his restaurant is extraordinary, either Great Luo or Quasi-Saint.
Sometimes, they are not even human, and after eating, they instantly digest with their mana and continue eating—who could withstand that?
Haotian chuckled sheepishly and did not bring it up again. Shopkeeper Chen had a point!
He was fixated on eating and hadn’t considered the issue of time.
"If you want to refill, you should order hot pot."
"Order one serving of hot pot, and you can add ingredients ten times," said Chen Nuo in a calm voice, naturally promoting his own dish.
"Really?" Haotian’s eyes lit up, and he asked eagerly.
He knew about hot pot and had eaten it at banquets, a memory still fresh, but he didn’t know that it could be refilled!
"Why would I lie to you?"
"This is the only dish at Chaos Residence that you can add to. Of course, each refill costs the original price," Chen Nuo explained.
After all, with raw ingredients, no matter how much he added, it didn’t require extra effort from him, saving him the trouble.
Well, that’s great news, Haotian was delighted.
"Then tomorrow, I’ll send Taibai over to buy this hot pot!"
Haotian didn’t care about the magic treasure issue at all, as for him, a few Golden Immortal magical treasures were but a drop in the bucket.
It would be painful for him to compensate with the dine-in price for a table eighty times over.
