Chapter 237

In the dim haze of Yaochi, there was a feeling: as long as she dared to act, she would be suppressed in an instant.

"What do you want with me?"

Chen Nuo said lightly, another one wanting to probe his cultivation and find an opening to strike.

Chen Nuo felt somewhat helpless inside; why did everyone want to test him first?

"No."

Yaochi shook her head repeatedly, forcing a strained smile at the corners of her mouth, "I heard of this place from Great Chef Sun Wukong, so I came specially to visit."

Chen Nuo nodded, that made sense.

After all, Sun Wukong is now the Head Chef of the Heavenly Court's Imperial Kitchen; it's only natural that Queen Mother Yaochi would hear news of his Chaos Residence from him.

Only... Chen Nuo's eyes held a hint of amusement; Great Chef Sun Wukong? Given Yaochi's status, she would never address Sun Wukong so casually—clearly, she was just frightened out of her wits earlier.

"How is Sun Wukong in the Heavenly Court?"

Chen Nuo asked.

"Good."

"Very good."

Yaochi replied hastily.

Facing such an unfathomable great power, she dared to say his disciple wasn't? But what she said was indeed true; she had thought Sun Wukong would cause trouble following the Buddhist Sect's schemes.

Yet she hadn't expected him to directly become the Imperial Chef, giving her such a perfect Peach Banquet.

"I didn't expect Sun Wukong to even become a head chef."

Chen Nuo shrugged, a hint of teasing in his tone.

In his view, although Sun Wukong's cooking skills are now accomplished, he still has some distance to go before completing his training.

Yet she hadn't expected him to directly become the Heavenly Court's head chef—doesn't the Heavenly Court have immortals specially in charge of banquets? Are they all worse than Sun Wukong? That's just too poor.

"The dishes made by Great Chef Sun Wukong are indeed delicious."

Upon mentioning this, Yaochi's face lit up with a smile, her mood no longer as oppressive as before.

That's about all there is to it.

Chen Nuo said nothing more, leisurely returning to the back kitchen.

"Master, who came outside?"

Ao Ling turned her head, somewhat curious.

Chen Nuo's expression remained calm, casually saying: "Nothing much, just a Prepared Saint came."

Just a... Ao Ling's eyelids twitched violently—Strong!

To refer to a Prepared Saint so casually—only the master would do that.

Chen Nuo took out the ingredients and began preparing.

"Master, what dish are you planning to make this time?"

【32> Ao Ling blinked her eyes curiously.

Clever blinked his eyes curiously.

"Flying Dragon Soup."

In the main hall, Yaochi casually found a seat and sat down, her brows slightly furrowed.

I don't know what this shopkeeper Chen's purpose is, risking the world's great disapproval to take Sun Wukong as a disciple—could it just be to pass on his talents? Anyway, she doesn't believe it, but Yaochi didn't think much about it; such scheming matters she also couldn't be bothered to participate in.

Supporting her snow-white chin with her jade wrist, Yaochi stared blankly at the exquisite mural on the wall.

Sun Wukong's cooking skills are so good, yet they all praise this shopkeeper Chen so highly.

She could tell this wasn't mere respect for teacher and way, but reverence rising from the heart.

Then just how high must this shopkeeper Chen's cooking skills be!

After a while, Chen Nuo brought the Flying Dragon Soup to Yaochi's front.

Yaochi gazed at the Flying Dragon Soup before her, identical to the picture in the menu, its tempting color, its fragrant aroma assaulting the nose—she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

It really looks delicious!

To come and witness the dishes of this Chaos Residence, she hasn't even used her meal yet.

Holding her chopsticks, Yaochi gently lifted one, a flash of surprise crossing her phoenix eyes as she blurted out: "*This Flying Dragon Soup, how come there's no dragon?"

Chen Nuo rolled his eyes: "If it were dragon meat, it wouldn't be this price."

Yaochi's question is no different from asking why wife cake contains no wife—plus, if they really used dragon meat, that disciple of his would probably be scared half to death, packing up overnight and fleeing back to the East Sea.

"This is hazelnut chicken meat, the meat quality is fresh and delicious, absolutely not inferior to dragon meat."

Chen Nuo explained in one sentence.

As for this dragon, he's never eaten it either, but in his previous life's food culture, there's always been a saying circulating.

Heavenly dragon meat, earthly donkey meat.

This dragon doesn't refer to the nonexistent dragon of his previous life, but to this hazelnut chicken.

The dragon of his previous life was people's most sacred longing, not the dragon clan of Journey to the West now scraping by.

Just based on this sentence alone, one can see how delicious hazelnut chicken is.

So that's it, Yaochi nodded, also not feeling any disappointment.

She hasn't never eaten dragon meat before.

Holding the spoon placed in the soup bowl, Yaochi slowly sent the soup broth into her cherry mouth.

The soup was slightly hot, yet very suitable to the taste, mellowing in the mouth, seeming restrained, but the next moment, a burst of freshness instantly broke through Yaochi's defenses.

A pair of phoenix eyes couldn't help but narrow,

drawing out a hint of lingering happiness at the corners of her eyes.

So good to drink!

The soup juice flowed down the throat into the belly, directly warming the whole body as comfortably as winter sunlight shining on the body.

Yaochi felt that at this moment, her spirit was somewhat swaying; this freshness was not that extreme freshness of the sea.

Rather, it was a very pleasant freshness that directly awakened the dormant taste buds.

The flavor was just right, leaving a hint of lightness amidst the meatiness, like a lamp suddenly appearing in the deep night, guiding the direction.

It did not let people become completely lost.

Yaochi took a mouthful into her belly, then another; each time was a sublimation of immortal life, perfect!

Yaochi now had completely cast aside the thought that this flying dragon soup was expensive, requiring a nine-thousand-year peach.

This flavor—where could a peach tree even begin to reach a fraction of it? If one could drink flying dragon soup every day, let alone using nine-thousand-year peaches as meal money, even if it were peach trees as meal money, she would not fear!

Peach tree, three thousand six hundred fruits—wealth!

Chen Nuo again ladled a bowl of white rice and placed it before Yaochi.

This is what will be given from now on; eating vegetables without rice, no matter how, is not fragrant!

Yaochi remained immersed in the delicacies, although she did not notice Chen Nuo's actions, yet she saw the extra rice appear before her.

Without thinking much, Yaochi directly followed the motion and took it over; in the eyes of a dry-rice person, there is only food!

Yaochi scooped two mouthfuls, then did not continue eating; after pondering for several breaths, the brow that was about to furrow suddenly relaxed.

White hands held the soup spoon, ladling the soup spoon by spoon onto the white rice like pearls.

The soup water, upon touching the rice, began to swiftly descend along the seam.

Gradually, the soup surface rose, nearly submerging the rice's height.

Gleaming with oil spots, yet the interior remained extremely transparent, the rice grains clearly visible.

Then, unable to wait any longer, she picked up the rice spoon, sending the rice and soup together from the bowl into her mouth.

Yaochi's eyes brightened, surprise overflowing—indeed, delicious!

After the soup juice soaked the rice, the grains loosened, each distinct.

Yet the texture was fragrant, glutinous, and soft; combined with the clear fresh soup, it was simply a perfect match.

Unconsciously, Yaochi's pink-tinted tongue tip lightly licked at the vermilion lip corner, sweeping away that tempting oily freshness on the red lips.

Next came this meat!

With the previous soup juice as a base, Yaochi's anticipation for this snow-white, tender hazelnut chicken meat before her was beyond compare.

The chopsticks exerted slight force, and the meat was already torn off along the grain into a strip.

After dipping it in the soup, Yaochi put the hazelnut chicken meat into her mouth, chewed lightly, but then suddenly stopped.

On her stunning face appeared a hint of surprise; this tenderness and freshness of the meat quality was beyond her expectation.

It even made her reluctant to destroy it, wishing time could pause at this moment.

Yaochi's thoughts wandered, yet the growling of her stomach forced her to continue the action.

She knew she was not hungry, yet she simply could not help herself!

Even more, she did not want to shield this feeling.

Enjoying the satisfaction of food going down the belly, this process is sacred, let alone eating this worldly supreme delicacy before her!