Chapter 293

Sir, this is your dish

Chen Nuo used magic to pull and hand over the flying dragon soup.

Thank you

Xuan Feng stored the peach blossom brew, respectfully receiving with both hands; Chen the shopkeeper's cultivation, she dared not be the slightest bit negligent.

Although the food and drink are truly delicious, for Chen the shopkeeper, she is also truly afraid!

Since Xuan Feng's this counts as takeout, Chen Nuo did not directly pack it in a large soup bowl, but used a light and delicate wrapping.

Using magic on his eyes, through the transparent lid, that steaming hot water mist, Xuan Feng could clearly see the tender and delicious flying dragon soup inside.

Exactly the one he drank, utterly ordinary, the Holy Mother will surely like it!

Wahuang Palace

One by one attendants, respectfully holding plates, exquisite dining plates upon which were placed one after another freshly baked dishes, all facing the central direction.

Only seen, on the high seat, lay a palace-dressed woman, peerless beauty, flawless everywhere, jade face toppling the city, amidst holiness yet bearing a trace of innate demonic governance.

Clearly the utmost temptation, yet that contemptuous, indifferent gaze could make everyone respectfully keep away.

Such a flawless perfect woman, not another, but precisely the mother of the Human Realm, the saint of the Demon Race, the sole female saint, Nüwa Mother.

Nüwa lightly leaned sideways, propping her cheek with one hand, originally sitting upright with elegant bearing, now, added a touch of languor.

Gazing at the dishes set before her, she furrowed her brows, Nüwa lightly waved her hand, originally the attendants lowering their heads to serve dishes, now their heads lowered even further.

Her body shrank, carrying the plate she hurriedly retreated, daring not to linger another step.

Following, one, two... not a single person could pause before Nüwa for more than two seconds.

The attendants, embarrassed, exchanged glances, secretly thinking in their hearts, today, the Holy Mother again has no appetite.

Shaking her head, sighing helplessly, all attendants not one remained, uniformly retreated, this already unknown how many times, they have long grown accustomed to it.

Saints have no desire for food and drink, yet this daily formal duty, the Wahuang Palace up and down must nonetheless perform it to the utmost standard.

After all, the Holy Mother not eating is to be expected, but if one day she suddenly wants to eat, and they just happen to have not prepared, then they are truly derelict in duty!

Therefore, as long as the Holy Mother is not in closed-door cultivation, the Wahuang Palace prepares thus every day.

The Great Hall besides Nüwa, empty of anyone, she sighed softly, Nüwa's eyes held an unfathomable expression, she was not always like this.

When she first emerged into the world, she rather enjoyed eating, her brother Fuxi was born before her, skilled at deduction and knowing all things, regarding the way of cooking he also knew a bit, from time to time he would also prepare a meal for her.

But, having endured too much, her brother has already been reborn through reincarnation, she herself has become a lofty saint.

Seas turned to mulberry fields, things changed and people are not the same, unknown why, her pursuit of appetite for food and drink, gradually, nearly vanished.

Now, she might after a hundred years, a thousand years, when interest arises, will eat a small bite of a dish she deems acceptable, but that is all.

She is a saint, a saint, thus unfeeling, how could she be bothered by other matters? Nüwa rose to sit upright again on the high throne, her gaze turned indifferent once more.

An aura of looking down upon the world arose spontaneously.

Food, merely something optional at best.

Xuan Feng obtained the flying dragon soup, since it is soup, she also feared it would cool, thus she commanded full speed, flying toward the Wahuang Palace.

Although she does not have the Kunpeng's ultimate speed, it is still sufficient to be among the foremost.

Time is short, Xuan Feng thus flew swiftly to the Wahuang Palace, entering familiarly.

Ordinary immortals, if they do not report and directly intrude, will surely be ground to powder by the great array.

As the saint's mount, regarding the array's exit she can say is thoroughly familiar, Xuan Feng straightaway rushed toward Nüwa's main palace.

Seeing the attendants holding plate after plate of dishes, a large group walking outward.

Xuan Feng hurried forward, stopping an attendant to ask: "Holy Mother, did you eat today?"

That attendant shook her head, somewhat helplessly: "No"

Although Xuan Feng had long sensed it, after all the Holy Mother not eating is far more common than when she eats.

But upon receiving the definite answer, Xuan Feng's heart still felt uneasy.

After all, not eating means having no appetite at all; even if confident about Chaos Residence's dishes, the Holy Mother simply does not eat, she is utterly helpless!

The Holy Mother's will is also not something she can forcibly alter.

Drew a deep breath,

Xuan Feng's gaze gradually became resolute, victory or defeat, just in this one move!

Stepping forward, she entered the great hall.

Gazing at that peerlessly beautiful yet lofty figure, Xuan Feng's heart suddenly leapt, her body slightly chilled.

Oh no, it seems, the Holy Mother's mood is not good!

Although, the Holy Mother usually also has this calm expression, yet the aura emanating from within and without is different; now the entire great hall is filled with a low pressure.

"Holy Mother"

Xuan Feng performed the great salute respectfully.

Nüwa nodded slightly, gazing down at Xuan Feng, her vermilion lips slightly parted, her voice extremely pleasant to the ear, instantly touching the soul.

Yet accompanied by the vast Dao intention, it also could not help but make one tense their nerves.

"Why did you return so quickly this time?"

Usually, when Xuan Feng was permitted by you to go out, was it not playing for a couple months, only returning when the deadline arrived? Nüwa did not dare be negligent, she hurriedly bowed again and said: "Holy Mother, I discovered a divine object, thus specially came to present it to you."

Divine object? Nüwa furrowed her brows slightly; this Honghuang has already been smashed into the Three Realms, what divine object could still have some power? Which is not a named treasure with an owner? Yet Xuan Feng's demeanor does not seem feigned; could it be, truly something significant has been gained? Nüwa's originally indifferent gaze flashed a trace of interest.

"What thing?"

"Replying to Holy Mother, it is this"

Xuan Feng took out the packaged flying dragon soup and peach blossom brew, carefully holding them, walking forward.

"Holy Mother, this is called flying dragon soup, the meat quality especially tender, the soup also extremely fresh and delicious, the Dao simply excellent!"

"And this, is peach blossom brew, this wine's flavor is sweet and refreshing, can be called an absolute masterpiece!

"Moreover, Peach Blossom Petals from the Nine-Thousand-Year Peach have been added inside, possessing a trace of the Peach's efficacy."

"In the realm of delicacies, it can fully be called a peerless Divine Object."

Xuan Feng introduced Chen Nuo's alcohol and dishes to the utmost of her ability, after all, the better she described them, the more likely Sanniang would be to eat!

The biggest problem right now is not whether Sanniang will like it after eating, but how to make Sanniang able to eat the first bite.

However, compared to Sun Wukong and Tianpeng, Xuan Feng's expressive ability is inferior by a great deal.

Hearing of the peerless Divine Object in the food, Nüwa's originally aroused trace of interest vanished once again.

What delicacy has she not eaten? Flying Dragon Soup... that dragon thing, she disdains to eat it; the only thing that gave her a slight surprise was that alcohol, unexpectedly able to incorporate Peach Blossom Petals from the Nine-Thousand-Year Peach, but that was merely it.

Let alone petals, even the Nine-Thousand-Year Peach itself, if she wanted to eat it she could obtain it at any time.

Moreover, she is already a Saint; the Peach holds not the slightest utility for her, so what did she think it was for.

"Then you eat it."

Nüwa said lightly.

Perhaps Xuan Feng simply found it delicious, thought of her, and so brought it back for her; although she does not like it, this sentiment is rare and precious.