Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 368: Everyone is Anxious

"This milk tea is really tasty," Xuan Feng opened with praise, "With Shopkeeper Chen being so amazing, we are truly blessed. It feels like I’ve been living in vain for tens of thousands of years."

"You sure have a way with words," Chen Nuo said with a smile.

Actually, if they wanted, they could live without eating, but they couldn’t escape the temptation of delicious food, which is why they were willing to eat his cooking.

Chen Nuo wasn’t being modest or arrogant, just responded to Xuan Feng’s words with a smile brimming with warmth, "When it’s available, I will notify through the delivery service. The milk tea can also be delivered."

"Really?!" Xuan Feng was somewhat surprised, "I thought this milk tea had to be enjoyed in the store."

"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is a special dish, and it reveals its extraordinariness when eaten at the restaurant. Milk tea, however, is just a common beverage and naturally does not require such trouble."

"I don’t think the milk tea is ordinary at all," Xuan Feng looked at the empty cup in his hand, "It’s so tasty that even if I had to go to the store, I would buy it."

Chen Nuo courteously smiled. Though Xuan Feng was tens of thousands of years old, her heart was like that of a little girl. Liking milk tea wasn’t a bad thing.

Several Immortals also thanked Chen Nuo, made small talk for a while, and then prepared to leave. Chen Nuo sent Tian Peng to see the guests out.

After sending off the guests, Tian Peng sighed, "Had I known, I would have attended the Buddhism banquet too. Although Mr. Monkey’s cooking can’t compare to your dishes, Shopkeeper Chen, the taste is still exceptionally good, and it ranks second in my heart, plus it’s free."

"I think that last point is what really matters to you," Chen Nuo saw through Tian Peng’s true feelings at a glance, "With so many people at the Dharma banquet, you shouldn’t add to the crowd."

At this moment, Mountain of Mind and Heart was not as peaceful as Chaos Residence, all because Sun Wukong had previously proclaimed in the grand hall that the last dish was a delicacy, leaving ample room for everyone’s imagination, but had yet to serve it, keeping the gods eagerly waiting.

"God of Cookery, why don’t you go and hurry him up? How come the last dish hasn’t been served yet? We are starving."

"Exactly, earlier on they said how grand and tasty this last dish would be, but now there’s no sign of it. Did the Imperial Kitchen burn the dish and now they’re too scared to serve it?"

"What are you talking about? When has Chef Wukong ever made a bad dish? Maybe it’s because the dish is so grand that it’s still being prepared."

"What’s the rush? What if your impatience causes Chef Wukong to mess up the cooking?"

God of Cookery had just been chased out of the Imperial Kitchen by Sun Wukong and was now unwilling to go back. Just now, when he passed by, he smelled it—the scent was so fragrant, so tantalizing.

It was a fragrance that made you feel all previous dishes you had eaten were for nothing, and yet he had only smelled the aroma and had yet to even see the actual dish before being chased out.

He did want to go back and take another look, but this time Chef Wukong definitely wouldn’t let him back into the Imperial Kitchen. Thinking about this, he felt annoyed. It was really quite bothersome that he had gone too early, rather than waiting until now,

when a nudge from the others would have given him a good reason to go.

God of Cookery was getting irritated again. Why didn’t anyone else go and had to ask him to do it?

Though he was the God of Cookery and not as prestigious as those civil officials and Military Generals at least his post was on par with theirs. Why didn’t they call someone else to urge, and insisted on him going?

"Go and take a look, God of Cookery," another divine official urged, "What time is it now, and the last dish still hasn’t been served."

Master Zhenyuan sat in front of his seat, listening to the others pressuring God of Cookery, and quietly approached Yang Jian, asking, "What do you think Sun Wukong is up to? The intervals between the dishes shouldn’t be this long, but he’s had people waiting this long. If he brought out a dish like Mapo Tofu or Stir-Fried Pork with Green Peppers, how would he handle it?"

Yang Jian found the affectations of these divine officials quite distasteful. He snorted coldly, "Haven’t they always skipped these kinds of banquets in the past? If the dishes are late, they’re late. I’ve never seen them so eager. Now all they care about is eating. It’s disgraceful."

"But it’s just a meal, why do you make it sound so serious?" Master Zhenyuan said with a laugh as he brushed off Yang Jian’s comments. "I’m just curious if you’re not at all interested in what this last dish might be."

"I’m not very curious." Yang Jian took a sip of Peach Blossom Wine. "When it comes to cooking, his master prepares dishes that are way more delicious than his."

"Of course, I know his master is an excellent cook. If you’re not curious, that’s the end of it. Anyway, I am rather curious. It is said that this dish is something extraordinary."

"What’s so extraordinary about it?" Yang Jian asked.

"It uses an exceptionally wide variety of ingredients. I saw them earlier; beef, lamb, pork, and all sorts of mushrooms and seafood. You know, each of these ingredients could make for a fine dish on their own. If you mix them all up in one dish, wouldn’t that make it very strange?" Master Zhenyuan was very curious. "I can’t help it, I’m going to check it out in the Imperial Kitchen."

"It’s probably not that odd," Yang Jian responded.

Master Zhenyuan looked at Yang Jian, who kept changing his opinions from good to bad, finding it hard to read him. "What do you mean by ’not odd’?"

"You can smell the aroma, can’t you? If it weren’t delicious, how could it have such a rich fragrance?"

Indeed, the aroma was particularly pleasant when it first drifted over, but because it lingered, they grew accustomed and barely noticed it anymore.

Reminded by Yang Jian, Master Zhenyuan had a realization, "You are right, I was thinking too simply. With such a rich fragrance, the dish must be exceptionally tasty."

"No, the more you talk, the more I crave it. I’m going to the Imperial Kitchen right now to see for myself what kind of dish Sun Wukong has made."

As Master Zhenyuan stood up, he said, "General Yang Jian, you wait here. I’ll go and catch the wind, and when I come back, I’ll explain the wonders of this dish in detail to you."

"You want to go, then go, but leave me out of it," Yang Jian retorted with a glance at Master Zhenyuan.

"Hey, I don’t believe you’re not the least bit curious. Don’t be shy, Yang Jian. We are all men here; I won’t mock you. Just take me with you to see."

Having said that, Master Zhenyuan immediately rose from his seat, interrupting the conversation between the God of Cookery and the other divine officials.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please stop insisting. If the God of Cookery doesn’t want to go, then don’t force him. As the saying goes, a twisted melon is not sweet. By pressuring him like this, even if he goes, he won’t come back and tell you properly."

The God of Cookery simply didn’t want the trouble of another trip, or to be scolded again; he hadn’t thought about any complicated reasons.

The divine officials had only pushed for the God of Cookery to go because he had been Sun Wukong’s assistant in the past, but Master Zhenyuan’s interjection twisted his reluctance into a different context.

Seeing that the divine officials were now looking at him differently, the God of Cookery hastened to clarify, "No, no, no, that’s not what I meant. There are other reasons."

"Alas, God of Cookery, why can’t you just be honest? Everyone simply thought of you because you know Chef Wukong. If you don’t want to go, just say so. No one will blame you. After all, it’s just a trivial matter."

As a result, the divine officials’ looks towards the God of Cookery grew even colder.

"No, what I’m saying is the truth," said the God of Cookery, increasingly annoyed.