Chapter 303

This chair is much better than the one Old Grandson used back in the day.

Sun Wukong pressed the chair seat with his monkey palm and sighed, "The chairs in Chaos Residence used to be wooden and got hard after a while, not very comfortable."

Sun Wukong sat on the chair, tried a few movements back and forth, and his expression lit up with joy.

"This one's great, though I don't know if Master has any spare ones? Before leaving, I might as well try to get one."

He's been busy all day in the Imperial Kitchen, from morning till night, and really needs this chair to relax a bit.

But Sun Wukong didn't have the idea of taking these already-set-out chairs; if they're just enough for the shop's use, then forget it—everything should follow Master's Chaos Residence.

"Great Chef Sun Wukong, don't forget about us either."

The two deities also followed up with flattery, smiling and saying.

They also wanted to bring back a chair to sit on—now that's enjoyment!

After a while, Chen Nuo brought out all the dishes he had prepared.

Seeing the dishes before him, identical to the pictures, the two deities stared dumbfounded.

Surprisingly, it's not fake—this quality is truly achieved. The roasted lamb leg is large, roasted to a golden brown, glistening with tempting oil.

The braised pork is marbled with fat and lean, presenting a brownish-red hue, coated in sauce, incredibly vivid and tempting. Each piece is uniform in size—just looking at it brings great comfort.

I want to eat!

Though they've immersed themselves in culinary arts for years, they've never seen such a presentation of food. They've also eaten Sun Wukong the Great Chef's roasted lamb leg and braised pork before.

But even Sun Wukong the Great Chef couldn't achieve this!

The Food and Stove Gods inhaled deeply, unconsciously smacking their lips, their faces showing intoxication. The appearance is pleasing, and the aroma is even more delightful to the ears.

What would the taste be like when eaten? They, too, are seasoned in culinary arts and possess decent tasting ability. Even without having eaten it, they can imagine a bit of its unparalleled excellence.

Sun Wukong gazed at the golden, fragrant fried rice in the bowl, and for a moment felt a tinge of regret.

Although his culinary skills still can't match his Master's, he's now fully capable of standing on his own. He has also fulfilled his wish to attain the Dao and become immortal, enabling eternal life.

Moreover, he knows all of this comes from his Master. In this life, Sun Wukong only respects, reveres, kneels to, and bows before his Master—everything else is fleeting like clouds and smoke.

"Thank you, Manager Chen, for your hospitality!

This humble deity dares not refuse."

The Stove God chuckled, rubbed his hands, and couldn't hold back, saying.

Chen Nuo nodded, stepped aside, and softly said: "Please, help yourself."

Eagerly picking up his chopsticks, the Stove God went for the vibrant red-braised pork on the plate. With a gentle effort, the appropriately sized meat pieces didn't lift.

Instead, the chopsticks smoothly split the meat down the middle, fat and lean separating. The upper layer of fat trembled slightly due to the Stove God's motion.

But these details didn't escape the Stove God's eyes. His heart startled—this braised pork is surprisingly tender!

To stew meat until so soft and tender yet retaining its shape and elasticity is truly astonishing!

Never mind the taste—just this technique alone, even if he worked himself to death, he couldn't replicate it. Such mastery of heat control reaches the ultimate realm.

Thus, it's clear: Manager Chen's culinary skill is truly transcendent!

Once more, the Stove God approached seriously, gently gripping the red-braised pork, maintaining steady pressure, lifting bit by bit. The meat detached from the plate—success!

The Stove God, filled with excitement, popped a piece into his mouth. The savory meat soaked in sweet sauce, soft and glutinous, instantly breached his heart's defenses.

The lean meat isn't dry, the fat isn't greasy—together they resemble mandarin ducks in perfect pair, indistinguishable from one another.

Who would've thought such a delicious dish exists in this world!

Seeing the Stove God's old face ripple like a daisy, the Food God felt a chill. Manager Chen's dishes are truly beautiful to behold, and the old Stove God's eating manner is truly repulsive.

Is it really that exaggerated? Truly, not a shred of the Heavenly Court Immortal's decorum remains. The Food God inwardly felt somewhat speechless.

Though their culinary skills aren't on par with Manager Chen's, they are still strong contenders on the path of Culinary Arts. How could they so easily lose all composure and dignity before food, letting themselves be utterly subdued? Let them serve as a warning. Adjusting his posture, the Food God noticed the prepared transparent gloves on the table.

Though he'd never seen them, such a simple and obvious item is instantly understandable at a glance.

He silently marveled in his heart,

Having this is truly far more convenient than exhausting oneself over big bones and meat!

Wearing the gloves properly, the Food God picked up the small dish of chili powder beside him. Though it was his first time, he sprinkled it skillfully.

The steaming lamb leg met the chili powder, producing a tempting spicy fragrance.

Holding the prepared small knife, he cut a small piece of lamb, grabbed it with his hand, and shoved it into his mouth.

Threads of spiciness exploded on the tip of his tongue, instantly spreading through the entire mouth—tingling and numb, the spice made his spirit feel refreshed.

The lamb contains all flavors, yet uniquely lacks the muttony odor that most people find unpleasant. The meat is tender and delicate; chewing slowly, one can even feel a trace of lamb oil seeping out.

Natural, and just right—producing no greasy feeling at all.

This roasted lamb leg is absolutely perfect—unmatched by anyone.

For a moment, the Food God also became immersed, unable to pull himself out. His rich facial expressions were nearly indistinguishable from the Stove God's old face.

Chen Nuo watched, rubbed his brow, and felt a headache coming. Good partner—are these really the two Heavenly Court Immortals once famed as the best in culinary arts? They're behaving like hungry ghosts reborn.

Originally, he thought Sun Wukong's first-time eating manner was already hard to watch, but this? Even worse—now there are two even more exaggerated ones.

Sun Wukong, too, picked up his chopsticks and began eating slowly and calmly, forming a stark contrast with the two deities' eating manner.

For a moment, it was hard to tell—who exactly resembles a person in this taste!

Sun Wukong's heart leapt with joy. Each time he eats fried rice, it's a unique enjoyment. This flavor, he will never forget in this lifetime.

His monkey life, too, has become colorful and vibrant because of this plate of fried rice.

The hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly. Sun Wukong cleared his mind and savored this wonderful taste.

I wonder what awakening these two little immortals might experience. Chen Nuo watched the Food and Stove Gods wolfing down their food, feeling curious.

One piece of braised pork after another.

One strip of lamb leg after another.

The Food and Stove Gods ate faster and faster—even though their culinary realm in the Three Realms qualifies them as senior elders.

However, when faced with Chen Nuo's dishes, they all lost their composure and poise, and the gap was so vast that even describing it with the Hong Gou would be conservative.

After all, even Sun Wukong's cooking skills left them in the dust, let alone Chen Nuo, who stood at the peak of the Culinary Arts.

"Delicious"

"So fragrant"

The eating speed of the Food God and Stove God kept increasing, and they began to sigh hesitantly.

However, they showed no signs of awakening, and even after finishing their meal, it remained the same.

"Delightful"

The Stove God patted his belly without any image, leaned back comfortably in the chair, and wore a face of contentment.

Is this enjoyment? Truly relaxed.

Since arriving in the Heavenly Court, he had never felt this way before—although he wasn't being served by others, when he savored the food slowly in his mouth, he felt he was the most satisfied person in the world.

Even the Heavenly Emperor has to step aside.