Chapter 131

Yaochi said at the end, directly multiplying by ten—clearly, Sun Wukong had said he would smooth out the gap of over a hundred paths, but she spoke fluently and multiplied it by ten.

A thousandfold?

Most immortals were stunned—so exaggerated, only a fool would believe it.

Obviously, it's because they didn't prepare seriously.

For a moment, everyone felt somewhat dissatisfied.

Zhenyuanzi was even slightly annoyed in his heart—he had been invited repeatedly and only came to attend out of respect for the Heavenly Court's face.

Although he was given three nine-thousand-year-old Pantao peaches, he generously gave two ginseng fruits in return without hesitation.

In terms of rarity and efficacy, his ginseng fruit is certainly superior to the Pantao.

Originally, this dish was so delicious that his mood improved greatly, but he didn't expect the Heavenly Court to be so perfunctory, not even regarding Zhenyuanzi.

However, a small number of people had no objections, such as the Tianpeng entourage and Maitreya Buddha.

"Looks like Monkey Brother has a trump card!" Tianpeng lowered his head and pondered together with Nezha and Yang Jian.

As for Sun Wukong, they still trusted him greatly—even Yang Jian, who had never interacted with him, felt the same.

After all, he is Chen Nuo's apprentice.

Just this identity alone requires no further explanation.

Maitreya Buddha was purely conquered by Sun Wukong's dishes in the Imperial Kitchen and couldn't believe it.

"Big sister, you say—could this dish really be real?" Bixiao licked her lips; obviously, the earlier dish left her with a lingering aftertaste.

Being able to surpass a thousand dishes—how exciting!

Yunxiao shrugged and laughed: "Who knows?"

The flavor of this dish is indeed quite remarkable; she also wants to know what this final mysterious dish is called.

Having tasted the dishes from Chaos Residence, the Three Ladies still have some resistance to this banquet.

But Holy Mother Jin Ling is different—clearly, she has eaten so much, yet her appetite still clamors.

As a Quasi-Sage, she could instantly control her bodily reactions, but she doesn't want to!

This feeling of anticipating delicious food is truly wonderful.

Hurry up and serve the dishes!

Jin Ling maintained her dignified composure while muttering to herself in her heart.

The immortals displayed various reactions, but without exception, even those showing disdain felt a hint of anticipation in their hearts.

This side, after Chen Nuo received his reward, he walked into the backyard, found a newly cleared patch of land, pointed with his finger, and planted the Wudao Tea Tree.

Looking at the lush, verdant Wudao Tea Tree before him, Chen Nuo nodded in satisfaction, not expecting it to be mature right away.

This is far stronger than the Pantao tree back then.

Stepping forward, Chen Nuo directly plucked some.

Master, why haven't you come out yet?

After wiping every table and chair meticulously, Ao Ling felt some doubt in her heart.

She still stood in the empty space, and without her Master's command, she dared not sit down on her own.

Looking at the elegant and refined decoration, Ao Ling now thinks back and feels utterly shocked—being able to become a disciple of such a great being is truly a fortune across three lifetimes.

Although the Master appears somewhat cold in demeanor, she does not feel discriminated against.

How wonderful!

Ao Ling blinked her eyes—this powerful Master will surely teach her exceptional immortal arts!

Just as she was thinking, Chen Nuo walked out carrying the cooking pot, placed it in the hollow of the table, and added charcoal fire.

Seeing Ao Ling still standing in place, wondering what to do, Chen Nuo rolled his eyes and said somewhat speechlessly: "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come over already!"

How can this dragon girl be so clueless? She has zero awareness.

Don't you see me busy over here and still not come to help?

"Oh oh, coming." Ao Ling was startled by Chen Nuo's voice, snapped back to attention, and hurriedly ran to his side, standing at attention.

Chen Nuo: "..."

Can't we just be normal? Is this really accepting a disciple?

I feel like I'm taming a pet—this is too obedient!

"Sit down."

Ao Ling promptly obeyed.

Seeing the water in the pot boil and the base ingredients release their aroma,

Chen Nuo then said: "Time to eat."

"Master, I'm not hungry." Ao Ling kept a straight face and spoke seriously.

"Not hungry? Then just watch." Chen Nuo said lightly.

With a wave of his hand, ingredients instantly filled the entire table.

Seeing so many ingredients, Ao Ling was shocked—this is too lavish—but her delicate brows furrowed, as these ingredients seem to be raw?

How do you eat this? Are we supposed to eat them raw?

Obviously, Ao Ling hasn't connected the ingredients with the boiling broth in the pot, but as Chen Nuo's actions unfold, everything becomes clear.

He picked up meat slices, swished them in the boiling water, and in just a few breaths, cleanly scooped them out, dipped them in ginger juice, and then put them directly into his mouth.

Can it be eaten like this?

Ao Ling was somewhat surprised—although she has never cooked before.

But she also knows that what she eats daily in the Dragon Palace is all made through complicated procedures; now this simple method—will it taste good?

Ao Ling felt doubtful, but her posture remained proper and upright—yet as time passed, she could no longer stay calm.

The base ingredients in the pot were thoroughly boiled by the boiling water, and the aroma became even richer, entering the nasal cavity along with the air.

It made Ao Ling's heart feel itchy.

And Chen Nuo's each pinch of bright red meat slices would quickly turn fully cooked, coated in sauce, glistening, extremely tempting.

Ao Ling admitted that she was actually hungry now.

But as the hope of the Dragon Clan, how could she possibly collapse in such a place?

Her body slightly leaned back, sitting up even more upright, as if this would make her inner resolve a bit firmer.

However, Ao Ling overlooked one thing: the body's reaction is often the most genuine.

Gurgle...

A strange sound came from Ao Ling's body; instantly, her face turned crimson—this was too embarrassing.

Originally, her stern face couldn't hold for a moment; she hurriedly covered her stomach, never expecting that at a critical moment, her stomach would betray her.

And it happened right in front of her Master—this was too embarrassing!

"Want to eat this time?" Chen Nuo narrowed his eyes and laughed.

In front of his delicious food, wanting to stay calm—unless you shut down all five senses.

Seeing Chen Nuo ask like that, Ao Ling also realized she couldn't keep pretending, and softly said: "Eat."

Chen Nuo poured the dipping sauce into a new small bowl; the one used for scraping the pot was always the backup chopsticks. He picked up a fully cooked meat slice and placed it into the bowl.

"Eat." Chen Nuo pushed the bowl toward Ao Ling.

Ao Ling nodded, extremely cautious, picked up the chopsticks beside her, carefully pinched up a piece, and put it into her mouth.

The salty fragrance of the sauce and the spiciness of the meat quality mixed together, instantly shocking Ao Ling's mind and spirit.

The tingling, numbing sensation on the tip of the tongue was even more incredibly tempting; the harmonized meat flavor made the entire mouth unfold comfortably.

So delicious!

Ao Ling's bright eyes slightly narrowed, transforming into a look of happiness.

Seeing Ao Ling like this, Chen Nuo showed no expression on his face; on the contrary, he felt this was quite normal.

In his previous life, hot pot was something eaten at noon and at night, and after development, whether in the south or the north, each had formed its own system.