Chapter 312

Sun Wukong scratched his head, chuckling: "My little tricks naturally can't compare to Master's, I'm just too happy because I newly awakened a divine ability."

He isn't arrogant, nor does he have the capital to be.

The divine abilities he comprehended all came from Master, and with the other diners, one can imagine how vast Master's comprehension of divine abilities truly is—bottomless.

He strives to match Master in everything he wants to do, so naturally he won't become arrogant and complacent.

Chen Nuo nodded calmly, quite satisfied with Sun Wukong's attitude.

"These few days, I'll strive to master Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."

The day of the Buddhist Dharma Feast isn't far off; this great gift must be prepared well for them, though it might provoke the Buddhist Sect's hatred—but making money is fine, no loss of face.

No way the Buddhist Sect, after he's done this, will come daily to eat? Anyway, after the Investiture of the Gods, the Buddhist Sect's power and wealth can be said to rise in a straight line—siphoning some money, Chen Nuo feels at ease.

In chaotic times, the Dao Sect prevails; in prosperous times, the Buddhist Sect prevails—this is what he heard passed down from his past life.

When the world falls into great chaos, the Dao Sect emerges to help quell the turmoil, then retreats to the mountains; whereas the Buddhist Sect does the opposite—avoiding the world in chaos to preserve itself, yet emerging in prosperity to save all beings.

This is why he inwardly resents the Buddhist Sect.

"Yes."

Sun Wukong nodded seriously.

Learning a new dish, without Master's reminders, he is certainly wholeheartedly devoted; moreover, the quality of this dish is instantly recognizable as superior to what he previously learned.

As a monkey striving to advance on the Culinary Path, how could he possibly slack off!

Dragon Palace, evening banquet.

From the Inner Chamber came the Dragon Mother, who from afar saw Ao Ling, her face showing a hint of joy, dragging her heavy long skirt as she came, directly embracing Ao Ling, who was arranging dishes.

"My good daughter, I've missed you dearly."

The Dragon Mother spoke somewhat choked up.

As parents, how could one not worry when a child goes far away? Even Ao Guang is no exception, except he fears more for Ao Ling's studies, hence his behavior.

"Mother."

Ao Ling also didn't address her as Mother Queen, letting the Dragon Mother hold her silently.

Though the Dragon Clan usually uses titles like Father King and Mother Queen, their past feelings are far deeper than the royal family's scheming of the Human Realm.

After a while, the Dragon Mother finally loosened her grip, concerned: "Ling'er ah!

How are you doing with your master? Is your training hard? Are you tired?"

Ao Ling nodded, smiling brightly: "Of course it's good!

Not tired at all."

Besides some light chores tidying the shop each day, the rest is just learning cooking from Master and daily cultivation—these are what she should do, nothing to complain about.

If even this feels tiring, then what master did she apprentice under? Scrutinizing Ao Ling's face, which appeared more lustrous than before departure, the Dragon Mother said insincerely: "Look at you—you're not tired, yet you've lost weight."

Ao Ling: "..."

She eats all day and still loses weight? She used to often go days without eating in the Dragon Palace, but in Master's Chaos Residence, she never misses a meal—how could she lose weight? For a Golden Immortal like her, using magic to drive things is no different from doing nothing, and besides, she isn't unable to use magic to compel.

"Alright, Mother, I'm studying under Master, doing very well—you needn't worry."

Ao Ling smiled slightly, finished speaking, then took the Dragon Mother's hand to the banquet table: "Mother, come try my cooking."

The Dragon Mother gazed at the table laden with dishes, her face full of shock: "You made all these?"

"Yes, yes."

Ao Ling nodded, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table, speared a meat slice, and brought it toward the Dragon Mother's mouth.

"Mother, have a bite."

Watching the constantly approaching, decent-looking stir-fried meat slice, the Dragon Mother's pupils contracted, as if seeing something terrifying, and she immediately stepped back two paces.

Ling'er's cooking... if not for that day when she had no appetite and escaped a disaster, the suffering would have extended beyond just her dragon husband—its power was truly terrifying, and she still remembers it vividly.

But after that incident, hasn't Ling'er avoided cooking altogether? How did she pick it up again this time?!

Seeing the Dragon Mother's reaction, Ao Ling also knew why.

Her cheeks flushed with rosy clouds, somewhat annoyed: "I've long since ceased to be who I was; now my cooking will absolutely make you look anew."

Though that's what she said, Ao Guang and the Dragon Mother remained unmoved.

Especially Ao Guang, that kind of pain,

is simply indescribable; now when he thinks back, he still feels as if he's right there in the scene.

"You all"

Ao Ling gritted her silver teeth: "If you don't believe me, then forget it—I'll eat it myself."

Although she previously cooked poorly, her cooking has now been completely renewed!

She shoved the meat slice held by the chopsticks into her mouth and began chewing, yet it was somewhat hard to swallow.

Her appetite had already been spoiled by Chen Nuo—how could it be so easily appeased? If it were Sun Wukong's cooking, it'd be fine, but after all, she's just a beginner, still far behind.

Seeing Ao Ling's furrowed face, Ao Guang and the Dragon Mother let out a long sigh of relief—good thing they'd steeled their hearts!

Gritting her teeth, Ao Ling forced it down, and it wasn't over—she directly speared another piece and began eating the second bite.

The Dragon Mother furrowed her brow, her heart inevitably rising with worry: her husband eating it might suffer a bit, but nothing serious; if Ling'er's stomach were ruined, what then? In her heart, the weight of importance was clear as day.

After a moment's contemplation, the Dragon Mother looked at her daughter still proving herself: "Ling'er, I'll eat."

Hearing this, Ao Ling hastily swallowed that bite, her face showing a hint of joy, her face full of anticipation as she watched the Dragon Mother.

Lowering her head, as the Dragon Mother gazed at the braised meat before her, she felt the braised meat was also gazing back at her—terrifying beyond measure!

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the Dragon Mother hardened her heart: for her daughter, she'd go all out!

Steeling herself, the Dragon Mother picked up her chopsticks, speared the smallest piece visible at a glance, and slowly, slowly pushed it into her mouth.

The anticipation in Ao Ling's eyes and the worry in Ao Guang's eyes converged upon the Dragon Mother—this instant, it seemed as if time had stilled.

One second, two seconds... the Dragon Mother's mouth moved again, chewing speed noticeably increased, and finally, she swallowed it down.

"How is it?"

Ao Ling and Ao Guang spoke in unison, waiting for Long Mu's final verdict.

Opening her eyes, Long Mu's face carried a hint of surprise as she said: "It's actually quite delicious"

Then looking toward Ao Ling, with some disbelief she said: "This was really made by you, Ling'er?"

Although it's not exceptionally flavorful, it still counts as a fine product of excellence; this skill, compared to the Divine Chef's Occupation of her Dragon Palace, is not much different at all.

Ao Ling raised her head slightly, the corner of her mouth hooking up in a smirk: "Naturally"

Master makes Recipe every day and she has observed carefully; although not yet able to do it herself, she can imitate a little bit by copying blindly!

Of course, the final product is certainly a hundred thousand eight thousand miles worse; otherwise she wouldn't be eating with such difficulty.

"Husband, you eat too, it's really delicious"

Long Mu spoke, pinching another piece, and even pushed the Plate toward Ao Guang's side.

Ao Guang's mouth twitched; could it be she wants to die together!

Ao Guang seriously took Long Mu's facial Expression into his eyes, yet not the slightest Omission was seen.

Dragon Brow furrowed; could it really be nothing? "Father King, you eat too!

Mother Queen ate it"

Ao Ling softly urged with a Divine Urging.