Chapter 132

Southern hot pot emphasizes the base flavor, with taste in the pot, while northern hot pot uses dipping sauce, with taste in the bowl, and Chen Nuo combines both.

Although very spicy, Ao Ling adapts well, only a fine sweat appearing on her forehead.

After being spiced, her body feels somewhat clearer.

She swallowed her saliva, as if this could let her savor the taste again; though she had eaten a slice, her inner desire grew stronger.

She hesitated, still unable to restrain herself, and Ao Ling stretched her chopsticks toward the meat plate again.

Pa!

Before Ao Ling could touch it, her fair hand was struck by Chen Nuo's chopsticks.

Ao Ling winced in pain, quickly withdrew her hand, feeling a hint of grievance—didn't the Master say she could eat?

Why must I still be hit?

"Hmm, just a taste earlier; now eating, not free." Chen Nuo spoke lightly, then happily took another bite of meat and vegetables.

Meat and vegetable balance, not greasy, but wanting to eat for free here? Basically impossible!

"I'll pay!" Ao Ling hurriedly said, producing a gold coin.

Good partner, indeed a wealthy one.

Chen Nuo secretly nodded; though the Dragon Palace is weak, it still has some wealth, especially mortal wealth—of course, unrelated to strength.

No way—who let the Dragon Clan naturally love luxury, especially shiny things?

Chen Nuo shook his head, pointing to the crystal ball on the new counter: "Place your hand on it, and it will tell you what."

Ao Ling stepped forward, gazing at the crystal ball, light shining in her eyes—so big, so bright!

Ao Ling's beautiful face showed a hint of longing; this ball is so lovely, she wants to take it.

She reached out with both hands to touch the crystal ball, appearing not like paying but like a thief.

However, upon touching the ball and sensing its information, Ao Ling's mindset collapsed.

This thing actually demands her treasure gem as if it were a precious jewel!

No, this absolutely cannot be!

Ao Ling shook her head like a rattle drum, attitude firm—these are her long-hoarded, carefully selected treasures.

When idle, she glances at them, her mood improves—she wouldn't bend for mere food!

But, unconsciously glancing at Chen Nuo, that one look made her unable to look away.

This is... large shrimp?

It's her favorite large shrimp, and it can even be placed inside to swish and eat?

Seeing the fresh shrimp turn into tempting red, Ao Ling's heart stirred.

The meat is already delicious; if swapped for her favorite large shrimp, wouldn't it be...

Or should I just try a bite?

After a moment of inner conflict, Ao Ling followed her stomach—she still had many gems, so she'd use a lower-quality one for a meal.

No problem, just eat this meal—it won't cause any loss.

Ao Ling encouraged herself secretly, then reluctantly took out a small gem and placed it on the crystal ball.

After seeing the gem disappear, she knew payment succeeded; all thoughts scattered, her mind left with only two words: dry rice!

Three steps in two, Ao Ling happily came to the table and sat, excitedly saying: "Master, can I eat now?"

Chen Nuo nodded.

Ao Ling's face lit with joy, eagerly pinching the large shrimp, plunging it into the spicy pot, then skillfully brushing the easily cooked meat slices and vegetables.

The spicy fragrance made her tongue slightly protrude—adorable.

But Ao Ling couldn't stop; it was too exhilarating. After a while, the large shrimp were ready.

Excitedly licking her lips, Ao Ling scooped the shrimp, held it to her mouth, gently blew, then skillfully peeled it, revealing complete, ruby-red shrimp meat.

Unable to wait, she dipped it in ginger juice, then stuffed it into her mouth—her eyes instantly brightened.

Mmm! So delicious!

Not only preserving the shrimp's flavor, but in the sauce and spicy broth's seasoning becoming more fresh and delicious, eaten in the mouth, with endless aftertaste!

Ao Ling instantly activated foodie mode.

Chen Nuo's mouth corner curled, smiling proudly—just this bit of restraint and still want to skip rice?

However...

This food, though delicious, is not easy to awaken divine abilities from.

According to system information, perhaps because no cooking is needed, even eating this hot pot, the probability of awakening divine communication is very low.

Far inferior to previous dishes.

Who knows what kind of dog-shit luck is needed to awaken divine communication from eating hot pot.

Chen Nuo thought, also began eliminating food—regardless, he himself cannot awaken divine communication.

This side, the Heavenly Court's last dish appeared; seeing the immortal attendants standing in a row, Tian Peng complained: "Really too slow."

But he was immediately attracted by the oddly shaped pot in the immortal attendant's hand.

"What is this?" Tian Peng was very curious.

Nezha spread his hands, casually saying: "Who knows? Talking about eating, here you're the most skilled."

Although meant as teasing, but in Tian Peng's view, this was praise, so he puffed out his chest.

"Not dare to accept, not dare to accept." Tian Peng hehe laughed; obviously, he thought this was praise.

As they approached, the immortal attendant placed a cooking pot on each table; when it came to Maitreya Buddha, it took considerable effort.

After all, the gaps between ten tables are narrow; placing pots on all is not easy.

"Thank you." Maitreya Buddha was instead all courteous, straining his body, holding chopsticks, then stretching toward the pot.

Nothing at all!

Maitreya Buddha scooped out a loneliness.

Looking at the pot, the soup was separated into red and white, and I was very doubtful in my heart—could this be something to drink?

Saying and doing, Maitreya Buddha directly picked up the bowl beside him, scooped several ladles of soup from the pot, five ladles of white and five ladles of red.

After carefully stirring in the bowl, seeing it thoroughly mixed, Maitreya Buddha lifted the bowl, one hand gently fanning, his body moved closer to smell.

Quite stylish, then he drank it all in one go!

"Cough cough!" At once, Maitreya Buddha nearly went to see the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

That salty and spicy taste nearly made his throat explode, too hard to drink.

Maitreya Buddha showed a painful expression, coughed several times, choked into an unsightly state.

Hurriedly scooping up the nearby clear water, gulping several mouthfuls before feeling slightly better, this made the immortal maidens who came up carrying wood charcoal stare dumbfounded.

Is this Maitreya Buddha too brave?

That thing is red as fire, one look and it's not ordinary spice—where is it used for drinking?

Walking forward, adding charcoal fire to the cooking pot, subsequent immortal maidens did the same.

"This pot is quite interesting." Nezha looked at the cooking pot with added charcoal fire, said with interest.

Tianpeng looked at the disheveled Maitreya Buddha diagonally opposite, then looked at the heated cooking pot, hesitated and said: "Could it be, this thing needs to be heated before it can be drunk?"

Fortunately Maitreya Buddha acted first, otherwise, embarrassment might just be him.

The Three Ladies and Holy Mother Jin Ling, four people, because they were sitting together, used two cooking pots.

"I still have never seen such a strangely shaped pot." Bi Xiao extended her hand toward the charcoal fire, warm and very comfortable.

Holy Mother Jin Ling also nodded, "Looking at this appearance, could this last dish be soup?"