Chapter 304

The Food God suppressed the urge to gnaw on bones, placing his hands under his buttocks to restrain himself.

After all, if he kept gnawing, he'd wear them down completely.

The two gods felt their souls sublimate—an ineffable comfort—let alone a single thread of divine essence!

Even if it were ten threads of divine essence, they'd still buy it.

Chen Nuo's eyes flickered with disappointment; it seemed they were unlikely to awaken.

Moreover, Chen Nuo shrugged—those with low cultivation rarely have strong fate, so failing to awaken on the first try is quite normal.

Sun Wukong beside him had also finished eating; since he had already awakened his divine powers through egg fried rice, he couldn't undergo a second awakening.

But now he possesses multiple divine powers, so he doesn't care much about that—he eats what he wants, and enjoying the flavor is what truly matters.

He slowly picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and though he had been focused on eating, he had still observed the state of the Food God and Stove God.

Sun Wukong furrowed his brow—he hadn't expected that their first meal would yield no awakening for either of them; their luck was truly terrible.

Yet Sun Wukong said nothing about divine powers—such a world-shaking, convention-defying matter is far more shocking when personally experienced; one failed awakening just means trying again next time.

"How about it? Didn't I fool you?"

Sun Wukong grinned, watching the two gods leaning back in their seats, utterly at ease.

Upon hearing this, the two gods hastily sat upright, breaking into broad smiles.

The Stove God slapped his thigh, his aged face trembling with excitement: "Great!

This braised pork made by Manager Chen is truly peerless!"

"This little god has lived so long and never tasted such exquisite texture in a dish; today I finally get to sample it—truly, I have no regrets in this life."

"This little god bows in full reverence."

After speaking, the Stove God unconsciously glanced at Sun Wukong's expression, seeing only pride and no displeasure, which put his mind at ease.

I had praised him earlier without mentioning Great Chef Sun Wukong—good thing he didn't get angry.

The Food God sucked his lips, wanting to savor the lingering fragrance of the lamb leg in his mouth, gazing at Chen Nuo's calm face, his eyes brimming with excitement.

"This roasted lamb leg is simply superb—crispy outside, tender within, fatty and juicy, the heat control perfected to the utmost, the method simple yet not simplistic."

Compared to the Stove God, the Food God, with his professional culinary knowledge, offered an even more detailed description, praising Chen Nuo's skill from the height of technique.

"This flavor is something this little god has never encountered in his lifetime—Manager Chen's culinary skill, this little god truly admires with full prostration; the Supreme Culinary Master of the Three Realms—none but you."

He glanced again at the lamb leg bone on the table, picked clean by his own teeth, and sighed somewhat embarrassedly: "Exactly, not enough to eat."

He felt he could eat ten servings without issue—it's just too delicious!

Chen Nuo remained silent, smiling in response to the two gods' praise, while inwardly feeling somewhat speechless.

If one meal were to stuff you to five or six times full, you wouldn't still be constantly thinking about it every day—Sun Wukong listened with heartfelt joy; when others praised him, he felt it was nothing, but only when praising his master did he feel this happy.

"It's not in vain that I, Old Grandson, brought you here once."

Sun Wukong nodded in satisfaction.

"What we say here are truly heartfelt words."

The Stove God patted his chest, speaking with righteous conviction: "Though this little god's status and cultivation are immeasurably low, his attitude toward food is nonetheless solemn."

The Food God also nodded in agreement: "Exactly so."

Though their words sound somewhat exaggerated, they are genuine expressions of feeling—the shock brought by Manager Chen's dishes is truly immense!

"Just one dish like this, and when you later eat other dishes, your感触 will only deepen."

Sun Wukong spoke fluently.

Once they awaken their divine powers, they might even become so excited they faint from overexertion.

Can't wait for later—he's already unable to bear it; the Food God can no longer suppress his inner agitation, pleading: "Manager Chen, could you give this little god another serving of roasted lamb leg?"

"I'll pay."

With such deliciousness before us, what's a bit of divine essence anyway?

"Me too."

The Stove God excitedly slammed the table, echoing: "Manager Chen, trouble me again for the recipe—I'd like to order another dish to try."

Seeing the two gods' expectant faces, Chen Nuo shook his head ruthlessly.

"Sorry, the rule at Chaos Residence: each person may eat only one dish per day,

If you really want to eat, you can come early tomorrow."

Saying this, Chen Nuo smiled warmly, yet his tone left no room for argument.

Sun Wukong scratched his head, also laughing: "Old Grandson forgot to tell you this rule."

"Ah?"

The Food God and Stove God's faces instantly fell, their spirits dropping several notches.

How can this be? This is too inhumane—making something this delicious and not letting people eat more.

Still, they dare not say anything; in Manager Chen's presence, their cultivation is so low even ants might not count as much.

Just for Manager Chen to smile at them is already rare—what more could they ask for? Sun Wukong clicked his tongue, feeling a bit thirsty from eating.

"Master, give me a cup of peach juice."

Sun Wukong said cheerfully.

After eating so many peaches and peach-related things, he still feels accompanying her is the best drink, especially when chilled!

Before Chen Nuo could speak, the Food God and Stove God were already somewhat anxious.

"Great Chef Sun Wukong, can't you order something else?"

"What I ordered is water, not a dish."

Sun Wukong explained offhand.

He too would like to order casually, but this is the rule his master insists on most firmly—even as a disciple, he cannot break it.

"Can it still be like this?"

The two gods were shocked in their hearts.

The Food God pondered for a moment, then probed, asking: "Great Chef Sun Wukong, what's different about this water?"

If it were just ordinary water, then he wouldn't need to buy it.

Sun Wukong lowered his voice mysteriously and said: "In your terms, one word: absolute."

Chen Nuo gave Ao Ling a glance, and Ao Ling understood, going straight to the back kitchen and filling a large cup.

He walked over slowly, carefully placing the cup on the table in front of Sun Wukong: "Senior Brother, the peach juice is here."

"Thanks."

Sun Wukong nodded.

As soon as the cup was set down, the Food God and the Stove God both stuck out their buttocks, craned their necks, and stared intently into the cup.

Only then did one see the water slightly showing a flesh tone, with gurgling bubbles rising on the surface, and even more wisps of vapor rising from the rim.

In an instant, the two gods' faces changed dramatically.

The Stove God couldn't help but exclaim loudly: "Is this water? How does it look so sinister!"

Feeling, feeling like...

By the end of his sentence, the Stove God's words trailed off.

"Like poison, maybe."

Sun Wukong took up the thread.

In the horrified gaze of the two gods, he lifted the cup and took a big gulp, then let out a very comfortable belch.

Looking at the two gods, their ugly expressions, Sun Wukong gave a hehe laugh.

"Don't worry, this is a kind of water invented by my master, collectively called beverages, especially delicious, and fundamentally has no fragrance."

Is that so? The two gods nodded doubtfully, watching Sun Wukong drink sip by sip, with a look of contentment, and their hearts also couldn't help but relax.

Could it be, this water also has profound secrets?