Chapter 105

In the beautiful woman's words, full of schadenfreude, seeing the fear and despair revealed in the Rakshasa Woman's eyes, she unconsciously licked her lips, feeling delighted in her heart.

The Old Ancestor dotes on her, her father loves her—what more could there be?

Just being toyed with by others—how long can she remain smug?

True love?

Simply ridiculous!

Seeing the Rakshasa Woman already completely unconscious, the beautiful woman said indifferently: "Take her back."

"What about these monsters?" one of the Asura clan members asked.

The beautiful woman looked at these disheveled little demons and said: "Release them."

Even if the Ox Demon King isn't dead and has a chance to return, she will make these little demons tell him.

Rakshasa Woman—there's no chance of her coming back!

A mere Taiyi Golden Immortal—what waves could she possibly stir up in my Asura clan?

After knowing this, she probably wouldn't even dare enter the gates of the Underworld, right?

Chaos Residence.

"Everyone's gone, so it's a bit quiet." Chen Nuo looked at the empty restaurant and gave a light smile.

"Good thing I had Xiao Kui and the others wash the plates before they left, otherwise I'd have to bother myself again."

Stretching lazily, Chen Nuo leisurely headed toward the back kitchen, wanting to make some hot pot to taste—after all, just watching them eat was already a kind of torment.

"Although Xiao Kui and Xiao Pengpeng have awakened their divine abilities today, it's still that unlucky guy who didn't manage to do it." Chen Nuo prepared ingredients while feeling pleased and sighing.

Not only did the awakening of the second divine ability leave its ink trace for so long, but when he unveiled a new dish, everyone had already left.

Originally I had wanted to try the new dish for free, but it seems I don't have that fate.

Chen Nuo bought a cooking pot from the system mall and began preparing the base.

While doing so, his thoughts drifted, recalling what Young Lady had said before leaving.

In two days, it will be the Peach Banquet; the Heavenly Court will strengthen supervision of immortals on duty, so he must leave.

The plot of Journey to the West has now been thoroughly distorted by his subtle influence—Sun Wukong didn't become the E Ma Wen, didn't visit the Peach Garden, but went straight to the Imperial Kitchen to become a chef.

The banquet certainly can't cause trouble, unless the Heavenly Court temporarily dismisses him from his post, not letting Sun Wukong cook—then there might still be a chance for trouble.

Putting it this way, this Peach Banquet might just be Sun Wukong's doing?

Chen Nuo felt a bit interested—he actually wanted to see what kind of event Sun Wukong could make of the Peach Banquet.

But, this is just thinking about it.

Let alone that he hasn't even reached Great Luo Golden Immortal—even if he had, it doesn't feel like the right time to go out, although Great Luo Golden Immortal was already considered a top-tier powerhouse during the Journey to the West era.

But above him are still Saints and Prepared Saints.

If I were to go out and be shouted at by the monkey calling me "Master" in public, that would be quite amusing, wouldn't it?

Being stripped naked by the Buddhist Sect—whether I could return unharmed would then be a problem.

I'd better just stay put and keep a low profile for now.

Chen Nuo is busy here.

At this very moment, a monkey hovers above the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

"Hehe, it's still me, Old Grandson, who's clever—when in doubt, just ask the Master!"

"The Master's divine abilities are so powerful—he surely has a way to solve this!"

Sun Wukong scratched his head and muttered: "I don't even know if the Master has launched a new dish."

As for the Peach Blossom Brew before, he couldn't make heads or tails of it—anyway, it just tasted good.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the mountain.

After Chen Nuo finished preparing the base, he walked out carrying the cooking pot.

"Master! Master! Old Grandson is back!" Sun Wukong happened to enter the shop at the same moment.

The scene was the same as when they first met before he became a disciple.

"Wukong? Why are you back again? Didn't you go to the Heavenly Court to become the Imperial Chef?" Chen Nuo asked doubtfully.

"Eh? Master, how do you know that?" Sun Wukong sounded slightly surprised.

Chen Nuo rolled his eyes: "With Tianpeng's big mouth, anything happens and he blabs it all over—how could I not know?"

Sun Wukong nodded, saying that was true, then looked at the cooking pot in Chen Nuo's hand and asked: "Master, what are you making this?"

"Making hot pot."

Chen Nuo said softly, also feeling a bit strange in his heart—it seemed that whenever he made a new dish, Sun Wukong always managed to bump into it precisely.

This luck is unmatched.

New dish!

Sun Wukong's eyes widened like copper bells.

"Master, what is this hot pot?" Sun Wukong hurried to Chen Nuo's side, eagerly staring at the cooking pot in his hand.

Inside was clear water, but the divider in the middle of the pot was split, like a Taiji diagram.

Sun Wukong's face was full of curiosity.

"You'll know soon." Chen Nuo smiled and set the cooking pot on the stove.

Hot pot—whoever eats it gets addicted, whoever eats it knows.

"Wukong, bring the bell pot from the middle of the back kitchen stove, and also get two bottles of Peach Soda." Another ready-made laborer has returned—Chen Nuo commanded naturally.

"Got it!" Sun Wukong grinned, thinking there was still a new dish to eat and soda to drink, so he was full of energy.

Busy inside and out, there's no sign that this is the Great Chef Sun Wukong, beloved by the Food God and Kitchen God of the Heavenly Kitchen.

Chen Nuo waved his hand, laying all the ingredients on the table, and added two different bases to the two sides of the divided cooking pot.

One gradually dispersed red color upon entering the water, while the other turned milky white.

Sun Wukong on this side was fine; the Lihuo Fruit of the Spirit was taken out, and after receiving it, Chen Nuo found the right spot and placed it properly.

Ignite!

Chen Nuo muttered in his heart, and instantly flames rose up—this broken table was given by the system.

He also didn't need to worry that this dharma treasure would burn the table.

Chen Nuo sat down first and greeted Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong looked at the abundance of ingredients before him, feeling somewhat dazed—how does one eat this?

The Linghuo Spirit Pill blazed fiercely, quickly bringing the soup in the pot to a boil.

One pot red broth, one pot milky broth, one pot spicy broth, one pot fragrant broth.

It was just like the opposition of positive and negative forces.

Chen Nuo leisurely pinched up a piece of lamb roll and placed it into the red broth, the whole piece sinking in.

About thirty seconds later, Chen Nuo pulled out the chopsticks; the originally large meat roll held by the chopsticks had now become especially light and delicate, coated with translucent red juice, steaming with heat, appearing especially tempting.

However, Chen Nuo was not at all attracted.

System, you scoundrel merchant!

Chen Nuo silently cursed in his heart.

The lamb was sliced as thin as cicada wings; when frozen, nothing was visible, but once blanched, it shrank to the point of being unbearable to look at.

With this stuff, how much lamb could one box possibly contain?

The lamb was placed into the sauce bowl, lightly dipped, then stuffed into the mouth.

Hmm?

Chen Nuo raised an eyebrow, nodded slightly, as if this kind of makeshift thing had better texture.

Chen Nuo was quite satisfied on this side, but Sun Wukong had long been unable to resist his cravings, unable to wait any longer.

Sun Wukong did it with proper form, brushing the lamb in the spicy zone, then, amid Chen Nuo's astonished expression, shoved a mouthful of lamb into his mouth.

The next moment, Sun Wukong nearly couldn't help but cry out.

"So spicy!"

Originally, this lamb was already scalding hot, let alone mixed with this extreme spiciness—simply excellent.

Sun Wukong's face flushed red, tormented by the spice, scratching his ears and cheeks, baring his teeth through a grin, wildly sucking in cold air.

Chen Nuo found it somewhat amusing: "Wukong, if you can't handle spice, why not just eat from the white pot? Why insist on showing off? Have you forgotten how you ended up after eating the sauce board duck last time?"