Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 400 The First Headcanon of The Primordial World, Nuwa
Chen Nuo finally took notice of the sign on the table and smiled, "Probably he didn’t have enough time to leave the kitchen and thought of using chicken wings to replace the tea."
In fact, if Xuan Feng hadn’t lost his temper on the spot, even the chicken wings wouldn’t be available; they would just be left waiting.
But Nuwa was too embarrassed to tell Chen Nuo that she had just arrived and Xuan Feng had burst into a fiery rage at someone—not just in anger, but with real flames—so she glossed over it with an awkward smile.
By now, Xuan Feng had also finished the chicken wings and was sitting with tea, perfectly poised.
Chen Nuo had no idea what their visit was about and really thought they came to cook, yet even for Nuwa, he couldn’t break the rules of the place.
"Sorry, you didn’t make a reservation before coming, and I’m expecting guests soon, so I won’t have time to cook. If you want to eat, wait until Wukong is done, and he can cook for you."
Indeed, the number of people had increased recently, but Chen Nuo had also become lazier and directly started a reservation system. To eat there, reservations were required, except when there were very few guests.
"For Goddess Nuwa to grace us with her presence and to not even..." Before Xuan Feng could finish, Nuwa pressed her lips as to silence him.
"Don’t listen to her nonsense. When we came, we were naturally aware of your rules. We didn’t come for the food anyway. It was kind of you, Shopkeeper Chen, to offer an explanation," Nuwa said.
"Not for the food?" Chen Nuo was surprised this time. Since the opening of his shop, everyone came for the food; so what on earth was Nuwa here for?
Nuwa didn’t come because she didn’t want to eat. She was aware of the place’s rules and actually came hoping for a bit of luck.
But before she could say anything, Chen Nuo had already refused, and it would embarrass both him and herself if she spoke up again.
"Ever since I had that milk tea here last time, I’ve been thinking about it. You said it would be available soon, but I saw that you had no intention of making it available. So I wanted to ask when you plan to have it on the menu, so I can rush to buy a few cups when it’s out," Nuwa said.
Chen Nuo smiled, realizing that this was the reason for her visit, just as he had thought before.
No woman can resist milk tea, and people are already urging for it even though it’s not for sale yet; could he really worry about poor sales when it’s available?
"I’m glad it left an impression on you. It’ll be on the menu before long," Chen Nuo said. "Milk tea is simple to make and won’t be in short supply like the Peach Blossom Brew. It will be available on demand."
"Really?" Nuwa felt a bit relieved at Chen Nuo’s words, but she still felt indignant on behalf of the milk tea.
"How can such a delicious drink not be in short supply? It’s a bit unfair, really," she said.
Chen Nuo couldn’t help but laugh when he heard such a childish comment from Nuwa, "Hehe, you do say the most interesting things."
Seeing Chen Nuo’s smile, Nuwa blushed, regretting the words she had uttered without thinking.
But then again, she didn’t regret it—after all, if she hadn’t spoken up, she wouldn’t have seen Chen Nuo’s handsome smile.
"It’s just that I think the milk tea deserves more frenzy. If Peach Blossom Wine can be in such demand, it’s a shame that milk tea can’t achieve the same," she continued.
"To think of it on such a level, you are truly the Goddess Nuwa who created humanity," Shopkeeper Chen praised.
"However, the shortage of Peach Blossom Brew is due to its long production cycle and low yield, which is why we run out," Chen Nuo explained. "Milk tea, on the other hand, has high production volume and quick turnover, and we’ll increase the supply to meet demand. It won’t have the same issue as the Peach Blossom Wine."
He was about to say that Peach Blossom Brew wasn’t like milk tea, which could be enjoyed anytime, whereas drinking and driving don’t mix, but then he remembered they didn’t have cars in The Primordial World and wouldn’t face such issues.
After Chen Nuo’s explanation, Nuwa’s disgruntled heart finally calmed down, "Shopkeeper Chen, you’re right, it was my bias."
"But still, I want to thank you," Chen Nuo said.
Nuwa was stunned, "Thank me? But I didn’t do anything."
Although the milk tea shop wasn’t worried about sales, if you were to run a shop, you’d need a slogan.
Chen Nuo thought of several slogans but none of them were what he wanted. The one or two sentences with which Nuwa came to complain just happened to inspire him.
"You may think you haven’t done anything, but to me, you’ve done a lot," Chen Nuo explained.
His words could be taken the wrong way. In Chen Nuo’s view, it was just a simple expression of gratitude, but Nuwa interpreted it differently.
It struck a chord with her. To her ears, those words were very suggestive, not in a ’you love me, I love you’ kind of way, but as if they were exchanging vows of love stronger than gold.
"What’s wrong?" Chen Nuo, noticing that Nuwa’s pale skin was starting to turn color, becoming redder and redder, asked out of concern, "Is there something with the tea? Why is your face so red?"
The more concerned Chen Nuo was, the redder Nuwa’s face got. Just as Chen Nuo was about to draw closer, Nuwa suddenly stood up from her chair.
"Shopkeeper Chen, you have a lot of things to take care of, and it’s not really good to talk about this now, is it?"
Chen Nuo was puzzled: "It’s precisely because you helped me that I want to express this, is there some problem?"
The problem was too big for Nuwa not to consider. Chen Nuo’s response made her wonder, was he implying that he had been very busy lately?
She was Nuwa, immensely capable, and Chen Nuo just happened to need a capable wife. So his confession meant he needed a capable wife, preferably someone who could help him out.
And she, Nuwa, just happened to meet all the criteria Chen Nuo had mentioned.
No, no, Nuwa felt her face growing hotter and hotter, so she pinched a talisman between her fingers and quickly dealt with her outward display of emotion.
"I sincerely apologize, Shopkeeper Chen. Although I do have some feelings for you, they’re not strong enough for me to cast everything aside and be with you," she said.
"I am Nuwa. The things I have to attend to are no fewer than yours. Becoming a capable wife is not something I can do. Besides, if I were to be with you, it wouldn’t be for the purpose of becoming your capable wife."
Having delivered this lengthy speech, Nuwa made as if to leave, and Chen Nuo was left stunned by this unexpected, polite refusal.
How did a conversation about milk tea suddenly turn into this? Had he done anything to lead her to this misunderstanding?
"No, wait a minute," Chen Nuo called out to Nuwa. "Perhaps you misunderstood me. What I meant was that your complaints about the milk tea shop were very inspiring to me and I wanted to thank you for that, but what you’ve just said has made me quite confused."
Nuwa was stunned, "You didn’t want to ask me to be your capable wife?"
"Huh?"
Nuwa’s ability to jump to conclusions was far too strong, causing Chen Nuo to even forget his inner voice, which left him completely baffled about Nuwa, "It’s my fault for speaking so ambiguously and leading to your misunderstanding."
Nuwa was scandalized, feeling that she made a fool out of herself.
Indeed, Chen Nuo’s words were quite vague and she, with her overactive imagination, had mistakenly taken his words of thanks for a confession of love.
How could she have imagined such things? Now, how would she face Chen Nuo and eat his cooking in the future!
