Chapter 332: Maitreya Who Hasn't Eaten Meat in Days

Why?

"Old Grandson, I didn't bring a pot, and I don't have the base or sauce—do you really want to eat plain boiled meat slices?"

Sun Wukong explained.

The two core elements of hot pot haven't been taught to him by his master yet; if he were to figure it out by imitation, the flavor would be vastly different.

Although his master gave him plenty last time, the consumption at the Peach Banquet was too great, and it was all used up directly—especially this fat guy right in front of him!

Sun Wukong stared at the big-bellied Maitreya, his eyelids twitching—this guy, all by himself, not only ate his own portion but also kept eating portions for several others.

Simply terrifying!

"Like that"

Maitreya felt a little disappointed.

After all, the flavor of hot pot is truly delicious, and during the eating process, one can also participate in the cooking—it's very fun and novel.

He had been hoping to indulge himself this time, but now it seems there's no chance!

"Then your meat dish this time isn't hot pot?"

Maitreya asked curiously.

Sun Wukong shook his head: "How could it be? The meat dish I originally prepared is a new item."

This is what my master just taught me, specifically for this banquet!

"Oh?"

Maitreya's interest was piqued: "What's the flavor of your new dish?"

Sun Wukong curled the corner of his mouth and gave a light smile: "Let me tell you like this—this new dish far surpasses my other dishes."

"Really?"

Maitreya couldn't help but exclaim, his breath becoming a bit hurried—even if a glutton becomes a Prepared Saint, he remains a glutton at heart.

Upon hearing there's something even more delicious, he can't stay calm.

"That's natural"

Sun Wukong nodded, full of confidence—this is simply the fact.

As for his master's dish, whether it's the quality of the ingredients or the craftsmanship of the process, I don't know how much higher it is compared to what I learned before.

The flavor is naturally also a notch higher.

Even if my master's culinary skill is unmatched and whatever he makes is the ultimate pinnacle,

he can still tell that Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is more delicious than other dishes.

"That's great"

Maitreya was overjoyed and hurriedly urged: "Then hurry up and make this!"

"Can't do it"

Sun Wukong bluntly refused again.

Maitreya furrowed his brow: "Why?"

He's been made so hungry by Sun Wukong's words that he can't stand it, and now he's told he can't sit? What nonsense? "This is the climax dish prepared for the Dharma Feast, and it needs to be kept secret."

Sun Wukong explained.

"Can't you make an exception?"

Maitreya leaned forward, wearing an expression of extreme closeness.

He said cheerfully: "Wukong, just go ahead and make it—I've already sent them away. After you finish eating, you won't say anything, and neither will I, the Almsgiving Monk.

How could anyone else possibly know what your climax dish is?"

After saying that, he even winked and made faces at Sun Wukong repeatedly, utterly ridiculous—where is there still a trace of a Buddha's dignity?

"Don't even think about it"

Sun Wukong still disagreed, shaking his head: "No means no—this is a matter of principle."

Before he left, his master had repeatedly and earnestly instructed him, saying this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall dish must only serve as the climax, and he would not go against his master's meaning.

"Sigh"

Seeing Sun Wukong so resolute, Maitreya also felt helpless, lamenting: "How can you not know how to make an exception?"

Maitreya's face fell—now it's settled, he won't get to taste the new dish!

"Alright, alright—anyway, during the Buddhist Dharma Feast, your portion won't be missing either."

Sun Wukong comforted him.

"I'll make you other dishes instead—wouldn't that be the same?"

That's right—Maitreya nodded, patting his big belly: "Then you'd better make a few more dishes for the Almsgiving Monk."

"No problem, no problem"

Wahuang Palace.

"Mother, Mother, your takeout"

Xuan Feng lifted the package just taken from outside and stepped into the palace gate.

Nüwa nodded and said softly: "Just put it aside."

Xuan Feng gently placed the package on the table.

"Mother, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."

Xuan Feng said cautiously, bowed, and was about to walk out of the palace.

"Usually it's me telling you to leave—why are you taking the initiative today?"

Nüwa's voice echoed faintly... Xuan Feng's body trembled, and a few smiles appeared on his face.

"I'm not afraid of disturbing Mother's meal, so I just thought I'd leave first."

Xuan Feng stubbornly explained.

"Oh?"

Nüwa's bewitching vermilion lips curled slightly: "But today I don't feel disturbed."

Upon hearing this, a flash of anxiety crossed Xuan Feng's face; he lowered his head but said nothing.

The Great Hall fell slightly silent.

After a while.

"Speak, why did you leave Wahuang Palace after taking the meal yesterday?"

Nüwa spoke first.

Still, Nüwa discovered it, and Xuan Feng's heart skipped a beat.

"Speak truthfully, don't lie to me."

Nüwa said slowly and deliberately while opening the package.

Without her permission, Wahuang Palace prohibits unauthorized entry and exit.

Although Nüwa released no pressure, Xuan Feng still felt some fear and palpitations.

Not daring to lie, Xuan Feng stammered: "Reply, reply to Lady's words, yesterday I went to forge a pot."

Nüwa slightly furrowed her brows; this sentence from Xuan Feng left her somewhat unable to react.

"Forging a pot? What kind of pot?"

"Reply to Lady, it's the pot for eating hot pot."

Xuan Feng honestly replied: "Yesterday I ordered hot pot takeout, but when it arrived, there were only vegetables and no pot—I simply couldn't eat it."

"However, Boss Chen drew a diagram and told me how to make the pot, so I left Wahuang Palace yesterday specifically to find a blacksmith shop in the Mortal Realm to forge this thing. The blacksmith said to pick it up at noon, so I'm a bit anxious; I hope Lady will forgive me."

Really, just thinking about it makes Xuan Feng want to cry but have no tears. She originally happily carried her takeout package home, planning to enjoy it properly.

After laying out all those ingredients on the table, she realized she didn't know how to cook them—they were all raw!

When she was at a loss, she found the paper in the package, opened it, and only then learned the reason. Her mood at that moment was simply indescribable.

Xuan Feng even thought hot pot was ready-made, never expecting it to be like this.

She also had to specially make a pot, which is why the later events happened.

So that's how it is; Nüwa suddenly understood, her eyes lightly sweeping: "Then where is Boss Chen's diagram? Let me see it."

"Yes."

Xuan Feng took out the folded paper and respectfully presented it.

Her slender jade fingers slowly unfolded it; the drawing and annotations appeared one by one.

Looking at the somewhat messy handwriting before her, Nüwa slightly nodded: "Is this Boss Chen's handwriting?"

Unrestrained and spontaneous, following her heart, though unique, one can still see its restrained skill.

Truly worthy of being the manager of Chaos Residence.

Unconsciously, Chen Nuo has already risen infinitely in Nüwa's impression.

Such ability—even if she is a Holy Person, she deserves courtesy.

If Nüwa's current thought were known to Chen Nuo, he would surely roll his eyes: Is this really unique? He just casually wrote it; where are all these rules and regulations? After roughly browsing the diagram, Nüwa's phoenix brows slightly furrowed: "Feng'er, this pot... why didn't you make it yourself?"

The various precautions written above by Boss Chen are extremely detailed; it should come easily. With Xuan Feng's cultivation, a few attempts would suffice.