Chapter 209

Those large pots used for hot pot, since the last time he finished using them at the Peach Banquet, he has placed them in the storage of the Imperial Kitchen.

"Want to eat together? I specially bought ten more portions of ingredients from Chen the Shopkeeper."

Haotian said, placing his gaze on Sun Wukong's oily, soot-stained furry face: "I also have something I want to discuss with Great Chef Sun Wukong you."

"Ten portions?!" Sun Wukong's interest was instantly piqued.

The last time he ate hot pot was when his master first made it, and he had already been craving it for a while.

Compared to eating his master's dishes, his own cooking, not doing it is also fine!

Without hesitation, Sun Wukong turned and infused a spell into these clones.

"You all continue cooking, did you understand?" Sun Wukong spoke.

"Yes!"

The clones all responded in unison, yet the movements of their hands remained completely calm.

Seeing this scene, Haotian's heart also felt a surge of astonishment.

At a glance, this cooking process appears extraordinarily intricate and meticulous; normally, ordinary clones could absolutely not accomplish this, except for external incarnations or the severed good corpses.

Sun Wukong's such clones, he can feel, are absolutely not ordinary clone techniques.

But upon thinking of Chen the Shopkeeper's astonishingly unexpected awakened divine ability, Haotian then understood, after all, he studied under Chen the Shopkeeper for ten years.

Even if it is mainly cultivating cooking skills, just these ten years alone, the number of divine abilities Sun Wukong could awaken is estimated to be not to be underestimated.

This can be seen from Sun Wukong's ability to violently defeat Nezha and Tianpeng in combat.

"Alright!" Sun Wukong washed his hands with clean water, "Let's go!"

Having said that, he swaggered out the door first.

"Great Chef Sun Wukong!" The Food God and Stove God, upon seeing Sun Wukong, hurriedly bowed and said.

Sun Wukong nodded: "How are your dishes coming along?"

"Still preparing!" The Stove God replied: "Tai Bai Lao Xian just arrived, we exchanged a few pleasantries earlier."

Hearing the Stove God's words, Sun Wukong also noticed this amiable white-bearded old man, grinning: "It's you!"

Tai Bai Jin Xing flicked his whisk, clasped his hands: "This old one pays respects to Great Chef Sun Wukong!"

"Last time we parted, I, Old Grandson, had only just met you for the first time!" Sun Wukong walked over familiarly, patting Tai Bai Jin Xing's shoulder.

"What brings you here today?"

Tai Bai Jin Xing bowed slightly, seeing Haotian emerge from the back kitchen, paused, then spoke: "This old one accompanies His Majesty."

"Then let's go together!" Sun Wukong cheerfully called out, his impression of this white-bearded old man still quite good.

"Great Chef Sun Wukong? You're still going out?!" The Food God and Stove God beside him were shocked, as if recalling something, their faces unconsciously showing fearful expressions.

Because Sun Wukong is absent, the immortals are dissatisfied with their cooking, having been violently beaten—this incident remains vivid in their minds, and they truly do not wish to experience it again.

Seeing the two gods' expression, Sun Wukong realized the reason, scratched his head apologetically, and chuckled: "Old Grandson is just having a meal in the side room of the Imperial Kitchen, not going far."

"Moreover, those clones have already been infused with my spell by Old Grandson, and can persist for three to five days without issue, guaranteed flawless!"

Sun Wukong made a solemn promise; last time, it was indeed his major mistake, otherwise such a situation would not have occurred.

Moreover, he also underestimated the eagerness of the Heavenly Court immortals to eat.

Thus, the two gods exchanged doubtful glances, nodding hopefully, wishing for no trouble!

Last time, after they finished eating at Chen the Shopkeeper's Chaos Residence and returned, they discovered Sun Wukong's clones were still present, originally thinking they could at least last through the day, so they kept the Imperial Kitchen open as usual.

When the immortal procession reached halfway,

Sun Wukong's clones suddenly vanished, leaving them utterly dumbfounded.

With no choice, they herded ducks onto the shelves, thinking to collectively imitate cooking by copying a cat to draw a tiger, intending to get by, but the result was still overestimating their own strength—the immortals fundamentally refused to buy into it.

Especially those immortals who had waited long and were about to take their turn, their resentment ran deepest, so when His Majesty punished them the next day, these people were the most proactive in striking back.

"You all continue preparing ingredients; I have already left four clones inside. If there are any problems, speak directly to them, or if the clones encounter any issues, come find me directly—I am just in the neighboring room." Sun Wukong added for caution.

"Yes!" The Food God and Stove God did not dare delay.

"Your Majesty, Tai Bai, let's go! Old Grandson will take you to get the pots, for hot pot!" Sun Wukong spoke passionately, as if he were spending money to do something.

"Good." Haotian nodded, not minding Sun Wukong's lack of etiquette, and replied in response.

One monkey and two persons exited together through the back door.

"Your Majesty, walk slowly!" The Food God and Stove God hastily performed their bows repeatedly.

"This is the place!" Sun Wukong brought Haotian and Tai Bai to a storage room, exhaled immortal qi, and the door lock automatically opened.

Inside, various utensils were neatly arranged, everything present, and one spot stood out most prominently.

Because the pots were not only neatly arranged but also had somewhat strange shapes, exactly the specialized pots for hot pot.

To prepare for the previous Peach Banquet, Sun Wukong specially sought out the Heavenly Court's blacksmith workshop to craft these, all made by immortal artisans, with exquisite workmanship.

He reached out and hooked, the frontmost pot flew out directly into his hand.

"This thing is truly remarkable." Haotian voiced his opinion, which was what he wanted to say upon first seeing hot pot.

Before this, he had never seen such a strange way of eating as hot pot.

But it must be said, delicious!

"This is what my master specially invented for this hot pot dish!" Sun Wukong raised his head slightly, face full of pride.

"Chen the Shopkeeper truly is talented!" Haotian sincerely praised, feeling Chen the Shopkeeper was like a jack-of-all-trades, nothing could stump him.

Haotian spoke, and Tai Bai Jin Xing, this old flatterer, immediately followed up.

"Your Majesty is correct, Chen the Shopkeeper truly possesses vast divine abilities; in this world between heaven and earth, there is absolutely nothing like it." Tai Bai Jin Xing stroked his beard, speaking with full confidence.

The reason he says this is absolutely not baseless; although his cultivation is not particularly high, his experience over many years following His Majesty has still accumulated considerably.

Whether in cooking skills, or solely relying on the ability to awaken divine abilities, even the renowned great powers of the Three Realms cannot achieve this.

"That's naturally so!" Upon hearing Haotian and Tai Bai praise Chen Nuo, Sun Wukong was delighted, after all, this is his master!

Take the pot, Sun Wukong brought Haotian and Tai Bai Jin Xing's Title and went in through the back, taking a detour into a side room.

Otherwise, if they were to swagger about outside, those queuing immortals seeing them would be terribly embarrassed.

Pushing open the door, entering the room, Sun Wukong placed the copper pot in his hand onto the table, used Dharma to summon water to pour in, then added fire.

They are just ordinary water and ordinary fire, otherwise, the pot for eating could not withstand it; although this pot was crafted by immortal artisans, its essential material is still ordinary iron.

After setting up the pot, Sun Wukong called out: "Alright, that's enough."

Haotian, upon hearing the words, strode forward with big steps and was the first to sit on the chair.