Chapter 179

"Belch! Boss Chen, this peach juice of yours is absolutely delicious!" Haotian leaned back against the chair, utterly content.

"I've had peach juice from others before, but where does the qi in yours come from?" After taking another small sip, Haotian asked curiously.

He felt the spirit of this peach soda was precisely this qi; drinking in that surging icy coolness was simply superb!

Chen Nuo sat at the counter with a calm expression: "This is a shop secret, I won't tell."

This is something he made himself, not a system reward; if he told everyone the key points, would his business even continue?

"I'm just asking, just asking." Haotian gave an embarrassed laugh, chuckling.

If in the Heavenly Court any immortal dared to speak to him like this, the outcome would surely be dire, but Boss Chen, he regards as a great being of equal or even higher status, so he isn't angry either.

After smacking his lips twice, Haotian sighed: "Boss Chen, your peach series is truly well made; I feel that from now on, even eating peaches will seem bland to me."

Just thinking of that Crown VIP in Yaochi's hand makes him unable to restrain his envy—it grants free access to the peach series!

"Then drink more—what's the point of court? Just come every day to drink, and your cravings will be satisfied." Chen Nuo said lightly.

Openly stirring up.

Haotian's face fell: "I... I also want to!"

"But as the Jade Emperor of that Heavenly Court, attending court is my duty, and daily trivialities never cease—I truly have the will but not the strength."

He would love to come every day, but he simply can't get away.

Like this, Chen Nuo nodded, thinking deeply—it seems this takeout business is truly urgent, but before that.

"Won't you get a subordinate to bring you food?" Chen Nuo suggested, "Anyway, you know your meal prices—just have him buy it, and it's done?"

Exactly, Haotian's eyes lit up, he slammed the table excitedly—how could he have forgotten this trick?!

He can't leave his post, but he can send someone—Tai Bai Jin Xing would be an excellent choice: not only absolutely loyal, but he's also followed him to Chaos Residence for meals and knows the place well.

"When slamming the table, use a little less force—otherwise, you'll have to pay for damages."

Before Haotian could react, Chen Nuo's voice came faintly.

Haotian: "..."

Haotian cautiously probed: "If this table breaks, how much would it cost?"

Chen Nuo rolled his eyes and said casually: "About the price of a hundred and eighty dishes—quite cheap."

After speaking, Chen Nuo still shook his head and swayed his brain while nodding, looking quite reasonable.

Cheap...

Haotian's eyelid twitched—hundred and eighty dishes' worth? At his pricing, that wouldn't be a hundred and eighty golden immortal magical artifacts?!

Are you treating golden immortal magical artifacts like Chinese cabbage?!

Haotian's heart pounded; he carefully examined the tabletop, and seeing it intact, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately.

"By the way, aren't you swamped with official duties? Why did you come over today instead?" Chen Nuo held a cup of peach juice, took a sip, and said leisurely.

"Don't mention it, Boss Chen!" As soon as this came up, Haotian's face fell.

"After Great Chef Sun Wukong left, the food in the Imperial Kitchen became impossible to swallow; all the immortals in the Heavenly Court are dissatisfied. I learned from the Kitchen God that Sun Wukong is with you, so today I came to find him."

After speaking, Haotian secretly nodded in his heart—yes, that's it!

It's not because he's greedy for Boss Chen's food that he came; he, Haotian, is doing this for the peace of the Heavenly Court.

However, speaking frankly, he's also quite worried.

The Buddhist Dharma Feast is coming up soon; according to the agreement, the Heavenly Court must release someone—whether Sun Wukong can escape this calamity remains uncertain.

Moreover, whether he'll continue serving in the Heavenly Court is also in question.

Now, all the immortals in the Heavenly Court are addicted to Sun Wukong's cooking skills and can't pull themselves away; after just a few days without his food, they've gathered to crowd the Imperial Kitchen and cause trouble.

Truly embarrassing, Haotian let out a light sigh, shamelessly ignoring who started the trouble.

He also doesn't know what will happen if Sun Wukong, after the Buddhist Dharma Feast, doesn't continue serving as Imperial Kitchen Head Chef in the Heavenly Court—will those immortals go mad?

Thinking this, Haotian poked his head toward the back kitchen, smiled, and said: "Boss Chen, is Great Chef Sun Wukong practicing his culinary arts in there?"

"Let him come out and rest a bit—he must be exhausted."

Chen Nuo shook his head and said softly: "You came at a bad time—Sun Wukong already left this morning."

"Did Great Chef Sun Wukong return to the Imperial Kitchen?" Haotian couldn't help but say.

"Mm, after handling a few matters, he'll be able to return."

Chen Nuo gave a casual evasion and did not reveal that Sun Wukong had gone to Nüwa's place.

Just coming back is fine, Haotian breathed a sigh of relief—he knows what state the Imperial Kitchen is in; if Sun Wukong returns even a few days late, the Heavenly Court will basically lose the Imperial Kitchen building.

Looking at the scraps he'd swept off the plate, Haotian smacked his lips and sighed: "Boss Chen, your dishes here are undeniably delicious—just not enough!"

"Can't you just add more dishes?"

Every time after eating, though fully satisfied, there's still an itch in his heart—an aftertaste not yet exhausted.

With Boss Chen's culinary skill, if he ate without limits, he could eat a thousand plates!

No! Ten thousand plates!

Chen Nuo propped his chin, somewhat nonchalant, treating Haotian's words as pure nonsense.

"If you all ordered without limits, do you think I could make that many dishes in a day?" Chen Nuo complained.

This isn't a system one-click dish generator—given ingredients, the more you come, the more I make. My cooking may be system-taught, but it's genuine skill.

Improvement in skill saves time on various tedious tasks, not the heat control in cooking.

This is essential to bring dishes to their utmost—cannot be omitted; even if faster, it won't be much faster.

Moreover, this isn't a mortal eatery—mortals can eat a lot but still have limits, whereas his restaurant sees no ordinary people daily—only Great Luos and Prepared Saints.

Sometimes, the diners aren't even human—they finish eating, instantly digest with magic power, and keep eating—who could withstand that?

Haotian gave a sheepish laugh, didn't bring it up again—what Boss Chen said is also ha!

He only thought about how to eat it, without considering the problem of time.

"If you want to add dishes, just order a hot pot."

"Order one portion of hot pot, you can add dishes ten times." Chen Nuo's voice was flat, naturally recommending his own dish.

"Really?" Haotian's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked.

He knew about hot pot, and had eaten it at banquets before, his memories fresh, but he didn't know this thing could actually add dishes!

"What would I gain by deceiving you?"

"This is the only dish at my Chaos Residence that can add dishes, of course, each addition costs the original price." Chen Nuo explained.

Anyway, they are all original ingredients, adding more doesn't require his effort, it's hassle-free.

That's great, Haotian rejoiced.

"Then let it be tomorrow, I'll have Taibai come over, and just buy this hot pot!"

Haotian basically didn't care about the matter of magical treasures, anyway, to him, this bit of Golden Immortal magical treasure was just a drop in the bucket.

Making him pay eighty times the dining price for that table would make him feel the pain to death.