Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 385 Caught Sneaking Food

"Ah, working in the Imperial Kitchen really does come with great benefits, just to be a kitchen helper and you can eat dishes made by Chef Wukong, it truly makes us envious."

A blurt-mouthed Immortal Official, without much thought, started flattering immediately, still thinking that the person inside was an Immortal Attendant, eating leftovers from Buddhism.

"Certainly, if we hadn’t attended Buddhism’s Dharma banquet, who knows when we would have had the chance to eat dishes made by Chef Wukong. Being an Immortal Attendant is great, I wonder if Chef Wukong’s kitchen is still short on attendants. When I’m not busy, I could come over too."

Following the first Immortal Official’s remark, the rest were led astray as well, truly believing those Immortal Attendants were there to handle leftover dishes.

Mainly because when they came in, they had seen the barrier Sun Wukong laid outside, thinking that if it weren’t for Immortal Attendants, naturally they wouldn’t appear in the Imperial Kitchen.

While those Immortal Officials were praising one after another, Sun Wukong turned with a smile and slowly said, "But how come I remember I had already sent away the helping Immortal Attendants? Besides, I don’t seem to recall seeing these kitchen helpers before."

The disciples of Buddhism inside initially thought they were done for, now caught red-handed, but seeing the Immortal Officials mistook them for Immortal Attendants, they decided to go along with it and disguise themselves.

"Chef Wukong, you must have forgotten, today we are short-handed, we are from other residences sent to help." The Buddhism disciple reacted promptly, catching Sun Wukong’s words on the fly.

The Immortal Officials were all taken aback hearing Sun Wukong say this but hadn’t yet come to their senses.

Now hearing their explanation, they didn’t have much suspicion, "Oh, so that’s how it is, aha, no wonder Chef Wukong couldn’t remember. Even the servants in my residence, I haven’t recognized them all."

The other Immortal Officials just took it as Sun Wukong having a poor memory and naturally didn’t doubt other people’s presence there.

They resumed their flattery toward Sun Wukong, "Hey, not just you. I’m the same way. Until now, the only ones I remember are those who serve at the front. I can hardly remember anyone else’s name or even their faces."

"Isn’t that the truth? These few only came for less than a day; it’s only natural for Chef Wukong not to remember their faces."

The Buddhism disciple, who had already been sweating bullets out of anxiety about how to wrap things up, never expected these Immortal Officials to be so good at flattering, essentially paving the way for him, and there was no reason not to walk down the path they’d laid out.

Thus, the Buddhism disciple followed the flattery of the Immortal Officials and said, "Exactly, it’s because we were too inconspicuous in our own residences that we were dispatched here."

Sun Wukong smiled, "So you’re saying you’re all from the same residence?"

"Right." One with a swift tongue answered, then was slapped by a companion.

"No, not from the same residence, it’s just that the lords from our various residences interact frequently, so we’ve gotten to know each other. It’s almost the same as being from one residence."

"Exactly, exactly, it’s just like that."

The few Buddhism disciples, while making up their answers, were too preoccupied with explaining to notice that Sun Wukong’s smile was growing increasingly profound.

"Ah, so that’s how it is, although it’s not surprising, with the Dharma banquet today, I, old Sun, have been run off my feet, no wonder I didn’t recognize you." Sun Wukong cocked his head and rubbed his shoulder.

"Yeah, exactly, it’s only because you, Chef Wukong, were so busy that we didn’t greet you when we arrived." The Buddhism disciple hurriedly said.

"Is that so." Sun Wukong looked at the small cup in their hands, "But didn’t I tell you to leave? How come you’re back now?"

The Buddhism disciple hastily explained, "Ah, that’s because after we went back, we discovered the Buddha Beads..."

"Buddha Beads?" Sun Wukong and the Immortal Officials all voiced their doubts in unison, "What Buddha Beads?"

The disciple of Buddhism knew he had misspoken and wished he could slap himself, but the words were already out, irretrievable, and sweat rolled down his forehead in his panic.

"Look at you, the Imperial Kitchen isn’t even lit, yet why are you so overheated?" Sun Wukong wasn’t in a rush. He loved to play around, and seeing that he had caught the person, it didn’t matter if he toyed with him a bit before closing in.

"Ah, it’s like this." The Buddhist disciple wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, "Ever since I was little, I’ve always been prone to sweating, it’s an old problem, it doesn’t hinder anything, thank you, Chef Wukong, for your concern."

"Is that so." Sun Wukong laughed, "It’s fine, given you’re not actually working in this Imperial Kitchen. Even if you sweat a bit more, it’s no issue. If you really worked here, I would have already corrected your sweating issue."

"Ah, haha." The Buddhist disciple laughed awkwardly, feeling relieved inwardly. It seemed they could finally put this matter to rest.

"Alright." Sun Wukong looked at the Buddhist disciple, "You can now explain to us what you meant earlier about the Buddha Beads, alright?"

"Ah, this..." The disciple’s relief vanished, and his heart tensed up again.

His companion took over the explanation for him, "Ah, it’s like this, we were preparing to leave when we suddenly encountered someone from Buddhism who said he lost a bead from his Buddha Beads and didn’t know where it fell. Thinking it might have fallen into his bowl during the meal, he asked us to help look for it."

"That’s right, that’s right." The disciple turned and gratefully looked at his companion, "Just like that."

"Such a trivial matter, why didn’t you say so? Why did you have your buddy here say it?"

"He’s nervous. He has loved cooking since he was young, and standing before you, Chef Wukong, made him anxious. When he’s nervous, he doesn’t know how to speak," the companion explained, pulling the disciple back a little.

Sun Wukong burst into laughter, "Hahaha, I never thought I, old Sun, would have admirers."

"With your high level of skill, Chef Wukong, it’s very normal that he admires you," the companion said. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"That’s right, exactly."

"Well then, in light of your admiration for old Sun, I’ve decided to give you this opportunity," Sun Wukong said.

The disciple was stunned, "What opportunity?"

"I was about to let them watch me cook and guess the name of the dish. Since you like cooking, why don’t you do it, and I, old Sun, will guide you through the steps, how about that?"

The God of Cookery couldn’t contain himself, "Chef Wukong, I admire you too, teach me how to do it. I am the God of Cookery, can my skill be inferior to this young whippersnapper?"

The disciple, even more anxious about how to refuse, quickly agreed, "Indeed, although the God of Cookery is not as formidable as you, Chef Wukong, he is still the God of Cookery, and surely he can cook better than me. You should teach him instead. I see that he admires you no less than I do."

"Yes, yes, Chef Wukong, please teach me how to cook," the God of Cookery seconded.

Sun Wukong glared at him, "What business is it of yours? Just go where you’re out of the way."

"Chef Wukong, I also don’t know how to cook," the disciple said quickly.

Sun Wukong turned around, his eyes narrowing, his face inquisitive, "You can’t cook yet you say you admire me? Is that how you show your admiration?"

"I, I..." The disciple began to stammer.