Chapter 123

The Maitreya Buddha's vegetarian dishes flew up, even the rice that was served at the beginning was not ordinary delicious!

The dishes eaten before were too salty and still a bit, but this way it's perfect.

The speed was so fast it left afterimages.

"Come, quickly taste how Monkey Brother's cooking is." Tianpeng greeted from this side, taking the braised pork from the immortal attendant's hand.

Do you still need to say it?

Nezha rolled his eyes, couldn't wait to take a bite of meat, huh?!

Nezha nodded repeatedly.

This flavor, delicious indeed.

Tianpeng also picked up a piece, then he drifted away.

"No wonder it's Monkey Brother."

Tianpeng praised without end, took another bite, then said with oil all over his mouth: "This braised pork, fatty but not greasy, sauce fragrance pleasing, truly not bad."

Tianpeng's experience can be said to be extremely rich, he is very familiar with all kinds of dishes in Chaos Residence.

When commenting, he is also very experienced.

"This braised pork dish, Monkey Brother at least has six-tenths of Chef Chen's skill." Tianpeng critiqued, his posture exactly like a fortune-telling great immortal.

Smacking his lips, Tianpeng's thoughts became active, Chef Chen's authentic dishes are really too expensive, constant consumption is simply unaffordable.

If there's no money, asking Monkey Brother to cook excessively won't have the pleasure of other things tasting like chewing wax.

With his and Monkey Brother's relationship, it's only natural to get a half-price friendship deal, right?

Is it really that miraculous?

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow, took a bite with some doubt in his heart.

Indeed... delicious.

Yang Jian's brows relaxed all at once, the originally awkward mood upon arrival also gave rise to a few points of pleasure.

"Dishes served, dishes served!" Holy Mother Jin Ling patted Yunxiao's shoulder.

Yunxiao basically didn't even look at the dishes placed on the table, smiling bitterly and shaking her head: "Elder Sister, you eat."

Since eating Chaos Residence's dishes, she truly has no interest in other foods.

Qiong Xiao and Bixiao also didn't move their chopsticks, their thoughts were the same.

"Alright then." Holy Mother Jin Ling shrugged, also not insisting.

After carefully examining the product before her, she felt it was quite good, at least the appearance was much better than last time.

She picked up chopsticks, pinched a piece of fried chicken, saw the chili powder beside, naturally tried to dip it, and stuffed it into her cherry mouth.

Spicy and crispy combined, at the first bite it instantly exploded, awakening the dormant taste buds.

Chewing slowly, the tenderness of the meat, carrying juice, swayed in her mouth, this flavor, she had never experienced before.

"Really delicious." This Holy Mother Jin Ling, whose fame spreads far and wide, actually let down all her guard, her innate tone gaining a few points of simplicity.

Is it really that exaggerated?

The Young Lady looked at Holy Mother Jin Ling's exaggerated expression, made eye contact, all were somewhat doubtful, and they also noticed the dishes arranged on the table.

It seems, looking at it, it's also quite good.

The Young Lady simultaneously had this thought arise in her heart.

Bixiao's willpower is the weakest, unable to restrain herself, she also took a bite, then couldn't stop.

Yunxiao and Qiong Xiao made eye contact, all saw each other's surprise, unconsciously also each tried a bite.

Thus, they all followed in Bixiao's footsteps.

Not just this dish, all on the table started eating.

To make the Young Lady like this, Sun Wukong's current skill is one aspect, and the other is because the Young Lady eating Chen Nuo's dishes is still too limited, to consolidate just one person eating two kinds, fundamentally lacking Tianpeng's rich experience.

It is naturally understandable.

The Maitreya Buddha's side already changed utensils, directly eating from the plate, eating with soup all over his face, utterly lacking the appearance of a Prepared Saint.

Soon, his temporarily uneaten food was gone.

Turning his head to look, the Maitreya Buddha happily discovered, the immortals beside him basically hadn't eaten, still cultivating the peach's effect.

Then he looked at the peaches on his own table, a flash of inspiration in his mind.

Turning his body, the Maitreya Buddha extended his finger, then pointed at one immortal beside him.

That immortal's brows furrowed, being interrupted in cultivation, no one's mood would be good.

Opening his eyes, wanting to know who the blind one was, the result was discovering it was the Maitreya Buddha, a bunch of words swallowed back.

"Unknown Buddha Ancestor, what matter?" That immortal let his face show as little resentment as possible.

The Maitreya Buddha laughed hehe, another hand picked up a nine-thousand-year peach, then pointed at that person's table surface untouched dish, saying: "Almsgiving Monk wants to exchange this nine-thousand-year peach for your today's banquet dishes, are you willing?"

Nine-thousand-year peach?!

That immortal's breath stagnated, he had just taken out a six-thousand-year one a moment ago.

He hurriedly looked at the Maitreya Buddha's face, still that smiling, sufficiently sincere face, not like pretending.

"Good... good." That immortal hesitated a sound, then agreed.

After speaking, he pushed his table toward the right side, exactly joining with the Maitreya Buddha's table.

"Thank you." The Maitreya Buddha nodded, happily stuffing a nine-thousand-year peach into that immortal's hand.

Really gave it?!

That immortal looked dazed at his hand holding the huge peach, still somewhat disbelieving, but this is the fact.

After reacting, that immortal excitedly trembled all over.

"Many thanks, Buddha Ancestor."

The immortal's mouth was practically split to his ears from joy—he never imagined he'd one day get to eat a nine-thousand-year-old peach.

What a great opportunity, this is a great opportunity!

Now all the dishes at his base are his own—he can trade them with Maitreya Buddha.

However, that immortal frowned—these are basically meat dishes, and as the Buddha, Maitreya can only eat vegetarian, right?

But before he could react, Maitreya Buddha on this side had already started eating.

The immortal was stunned, his mouth agape—he actually ate it?

Isn't the Buddhist Sect supposed to avoid meat?

Isn't this Peach Banquet all about the peaches? What else could there be to eat at a banquet?

As long as I get the benefit, why worry about all that?

The surrounding immortals were also interrupted in their meditation by this shout; upon seeing the peaches in their hands, they instantly erupted.

He actually traded a whole table of dishes for a nine-thousand-year-old peach!

Lowering his gaze at his untouched dishes, each immortal's thoughts began to stir.

"Anyway, I have fresh, untouched dishes here—can't I also trade you for a nine-thousand-year-old peach?" One immortal excitedly rubbed his hands.

"Anyway, I haven't touched a single chopstick here, and the presentation of my dishes is even better than his." Another immortal refused to yield.

"Damn you, clearly my presentation is richer than yours, and it must taste better when eaten—yet you're still spouting bold words here. Anyway, how would he even look at the dishes on the table?"

"Nonsense, look at your appearance—is it as good as mine? My dishes are vibrant in color and aroma, obviously extremely delicious—Buddha will definitely choose mine."

Two immortals who had been chatting happily suddenly turned hostile like needles facing each other; before opportunity, friendship means nothing!

"Buddha, look at mine."

"And mine too!"

Not just these two—other immortals also started volunteering themselves.

The two arguing immortals, seeing this, stopped arguing and joined the crowd in droves.