Chapter 238

Half a moment's hesitation would be a desecration of this Flying Dragon Soup, and Yaochi now ate it without pause.

Sun Wukong truly did not deceive her; his master, Chef Chen, had unparalleled culinary skill in the Three Realms!

Seeing Yaochi bent over, fighting her meal, Chen Nuo's mouth twitched—was this still the dignified, composed woman who had just entered? Now she wore a pure, girlish smile.

If the Heavenly Court immortals saw Yaochi in this state, they would surely be stunned speechless.

Chen Nuo thought to himself.

But the so-called Queen Mother's dignity—Yaochi had already lost most of it after tasting the hot pot he gave Sun Wukong at the Peach Banquet.

As for this notion, the present Yaochi would only scoff at it—what joy is there in being Queen Mother compared to being a carefree noodle girl? Especially when it's the food of Chaos Residence.

After eating her first slice of hot pot meat and learning the hot pot's origin, Yaochi knew she could no longer leave Chaos Residence!

As for the Queen Mother's position, it was never her heart's desire.

But this is what Dao Ancestor Old Master ordered her to do, so she had no choice but to obey.

For this Queen Mother's identity, before the immortals, she must not cry, must not laugh, must not behave rudely, and must always maintain the so-called Queen Mother's dignity.

Yet she had originally been merely a gatekeeping maiden.

Though she had no servants to attend her, and even had to serve others, at least she could feel this was her own.

She could cry, could laugh, and even beat Haotian when angry.

But now, Yaochi felt the longer she lived, the less like herself she became—as if a thick mask covered her face, impossible to remove.

Only delicious food could make her briefly cast off herself!

For example, the food Sun Wukong made let her first experience this exhilarating happiness.

And the flavor of this Flying Dragon Soup before her far surpassed even Sun Wukong's dishes!

If Sun Wukong's food is delicious, then Chef Chen's is the ultimate delicacy of the Three Realms—unmatched by anyone.

As for the food made by the Food God and Stove God, it's already fit only for feeding dogs.

Yaochi ate with delight, nonstop, utterly disregarding the so-called Queen Mother's dignity.

This bowl of soup before her was worth discarding those things—this unimpeded joy, needing no regard for any feeling, was truly wonderful.

Under heaven, only deliciousness must not be betrayed!

At this moment, Yaochi needed not care for others' opinions—not only because this flavor made her forget herself, but also because she knew others would come and do the same, perhaps even worse.

Losing composure before fine food is not disgraceful!

Yaochi comforted herself in her heart, eating with greater peace of mind.

She also wondered what reward would be needed to bring Chef Chen to the Heavenly Court as a chef, eating while pondering this possibility.

Though Sun Wukong's food is also delicious, the Buddhist side presses too hard, and even the Monkey and his heavenly court cannot retain him.

Moreover, compared to Chef Chen's dishes, there remains a gap.

Yet in the end, Yaochi still gave up, for how could someone like Chef Chen, a peerless master, be so easily swayed?

Opening the restaurant in Deep Mountain Old Chen already revealed Chef Chen's attitude.

While pondering inwardly, Yaochi's mind suddenly trembled, and a trace of sudden enlightenment appeared in her thoughts.

Unconsciously, she hurriedly embraced her primordial spirit, falling into sudden awakening.

The awakening came swiftly!

Chen Nuo raised his eyebrows, seeing much Flying Dragon Soup remained, a flash of surprise in his eyes—how much had she eaten? Earlier, the Holy Mother Jin Ling of the Jie Sect and others had only slowly awakened after finishing their own dishes.

Especially Zhao Gongming, who had finished all his dishes before awakening his divine communication.

Chen Nuo crossed his arms over his chest; now that Yaochi had come, would Wu Tian still stay away? Once someone came once, they would surely become a regular customer—on this point, he had full confidence.

Sooner or later, his dishes would become the trend of this world.

At this moment, Yaochi felt her mind stir in a daze, as if she were no longer in this world.

Struggling to calm herself, she discovered she was in an unknown underworld realm, with various masks floating before her in the air.

Some were joy, some anger, some laughter, some sorrow.

Each mask seemed like a life's abbreviation, and Yaochi could even see through it the stories occurring within.

Moreover, these masks could stir her emotions—seeing anger, her heart began to burn with irritation.

Seeing joy, she too could not help but want to laugh,

How miraculous!

Yaochi's heart was filled with astonishment.

These stories behind the masks, merely by looking, gave her some feelings.

If possible, who would want to live monotonously, who would want to live only as a single expression like her, for the so-called Queen Mother's dignity, putting on airs, often having to show an expression unlike her heart—so exhausting.

Feeling this, Yaochi reached out her hand, wanting to touch these masks.

But at the very moment before touching them, all the masks emitted light, as if drawn by some power, converging together.

The light was blinding, so blinding that even Yaochi could not bear to look directly.

The massive light mass formed by the masks' brilliance, after all converged into a thousand, began to condense into something small, and the light weakened accordingly.

Yaochi fixed her gaze and saw, to her surprise, that it had formed a small mask, its surface five-colored and splendid.

Though there was no explanation, Yaochi instantly understood.

Was this not precisely the abbreviation of each earlier mask? Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—all contained within.

Following her inner urge, Yaochi reached out her hand, touching toward the mask.

This time, no abnormality appeared; the mask's texture was thin.

Though she did not know if there was danger, her heart kept insisting: wear it.

As a Quasi-Sage, having lived this long, she was certainly quite scheming.

But she inexplicably felt there was no danger—this was her opportunity.

Finally, Yaochi still followed her heart, her slender hands placing the mask on her face.

Why is it taking so long to finish awakening? Chen Nuo felt something was different.

This awakening time seems to already be more than twice as long as someone else's.

Could it be that Yaochi will awaken some unparalleled divine ability? "Master, I've washed all the plates."

Ao Ling walked out from the back kitchen, smiling cheerfully.

Foam stained her fair face, making her look somewhat comical.

Chen Nuo nodded, saying nothing.

Ao Ling also instantly noticed Yaochi's presence; this was the Preparatory Saint the master mentioned, and she immediately calmed down as well.

This posture clearly indicates an awakening is imminent, and it is highly taboo to be disturbed.

"Ding, Wang Mu Yaochi consumed Flying Dragon Soup, awakened the Divine Power Realm Boundless Emotion Transformation—synchronize awakening?】Boundless Emotion Transformation: Life's Hundred Variations, Emotion Condensation, allowing free control of facial expressions.

Furthermore, observers will be subtly influenced by the expressions adjusted by the divine power user, undergoing imperceptible transformation.

Holy shit, Chen Nuo stared agape, nearly swearing.

This divine ability… is it really not just an actor's self-cultivation? "Inheritance"

After a moment of reflection, Chen Nuo silently thought to himself.

The inheritance of this divine ability is imprinted in his mind.

After understanding everything, Chen Nuo's eyes showed joy; although this divine ability looks rather weak, it is absolutely not ordinary.

Changing expressions casually—this is nothing, as long as one has scheming in their heart, they can do it.

It's merely a matter of difficulty level, after all.