Chapter 359: Buddhist Sect Banquet Begins

After hearing Chen Nuo had important matters, the Three Demons guessed he might be researching a new dish again, and hurriedly followed Tianpeng as he stood up, briefly expressing a few more words of loyalty before also leaving.

After these people left, Chen Nuo felt his ears were much quieter, and he began calculating in his mind about Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

This Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is an top-grade dish; originally I only wanted to give them a basic foundation, but Chen Nuo truly didn't expect the awakening rate of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall to be so high—eating it, four people awakened, four awakenings.

Previously I didn't dare speak recklessly, only thinking that Tianpeng had the best cultivation and comprehension among these few, and that one awakening would already be good, but I didn't expect these few to actually awaken divine abilities.

Chen Nuo tapped the system, "System, check the awakening divine ability rate for Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."

"Please wait a moment, currently querying."

The system's cold, mechanical voice sounded.

"Ding"

After that sound, the system said, "Answering host, the awakening divine ability rate for Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is eighty-five percent, and with the support of one's own spiritual power cultivation and comprehension, the success rate can be increased by up to an additional fifteen percent at most."

"Really that high?"

Chen Nuo was somewhat surprised; eighty-five percent is already high enough, which means if the user's own cultivation is high, the success rate could possibly reach one hundred percent!

Indeed, you get what you pay for.

It seems Buddha Jumps Over the Wall will very likely become Chaos Residence's flagship dish in the future; price-wise... Chen Nuo's little abacus clicked loudly, with such a high awakening divine ability rate, even if priced higher, sales won't drop.

But right now, that's not the important thing.

Lingtai Mountain, Sun Wukong was arranging the dishes.

Although he only oversaw the dishes in the main hall's interior, it was still no easy task, especially since the Buddhist Sect and Immortal Sect needed to separate meat and vegetarian dishes, which was even more difficult; fortunately, Haotian had allocated several assistants to him, otherwise, if not for that side's specific request, he wouldn't even want to be head chef, just supervising.

Pouring the caramelized sugar over the stir-frying five-spice pork, the neatly cut five-spice pork rolled in the brown broth, and even though it was only a semi-finished product, the aroma had already spread out.

The assistant chopping vegetables swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The Buddhist feast is not an ordinary banquet; many divine beings and Buddhist ancestors are present, who wouldn't want to step forward and show their face? Yet he was assigned to the imperial kitchen, truly unfair, but once the dishes started cooking, he didn't regret it—Sun Wukong's cooking is truly fragrant, just smelling it could make one eat three bowls of white rice; if he could get a bite, how much... "You blockhead, I told you to chop some vegetables and you came to sleep?"

Sun Wukong slapped that person's head with a palm, "Chop fast, chop fast, or else you'll take my place cooking?"

"Great Chef Sun Wukong, I wouldn't dare"

That person hurriedly smiled and apologized, "Even the Kitchen God and Stove God can't compare to your skills; you let me come, this isn't about me losing my position, is it?"

"Since you know, hurry up and do it"

Sun Wukong took the chopped vegetables away, "Hurry up"

"Eh eh"

From Sun Wukong arriving at the imperial kitchen, this kitchen has never been dull, especially today—not only the servants assigned here to help, but also immortals drawn by the aroma of the food; originally quite spacious, the imperial kitchen is now even livelier than before.

When the appetizers began to be served, all the little immortals gathered around the imperial kitchen vanished, rushing to the dining table to grab food, afraid they'd be too late to eat.

As the imperial chef, Sun Wukong follows each dish to the Great Hall to introduce it; every time a dish is served, the table is spotless—if not for some items on the menu, he truly couldn't recall what the previous dish looked like.

Sun Wukong inwardly looked down on these immortals, thinking his cooking wasn't even half as good as his master's, wondering what these people would be like if they ate his master's cooking—they might even gnaw the plates.

But then he thought, they like his cooking so much, it's not without reason—after all, his skills were entirely taught by his master.

Thinking this, Sun Wukong suddenly felt a surge of pride from nowhere; his master truly is formidable.

"This dish is braised pork elbow"

Already served in the main course segment, the various beings in the Great Hall didn't slow down because of the previous dishes; on the contrary, they sped up, after all, such delicious food isn't often available—if they don't eat a few more bites now, who knows when they'll get another chance?

"This Sun Wukong learned from Chaos Residence Shopkeeper Chen; you've eaten Shopkeeper Chen's dishes long before me, you tell me how Sun Wukong's skills compare to Shopkeeper Chen's?"

Although he was asking Yang Jian,

Zhenyuanzi's hand also hadn't stopped moving; he also felt something different in his heart, but the chance to eat Chaos Residence's food for free doesn't come often—even if the apprentice's cooking is worse, it's not bad by much.

"The pork elbow's exterior is soft and melts in the mouth, the interior meat strands are distinct yet tender and falling apart—it's not worse than Shopkeeper Chen's cooking, but this flavor is also something others can't replicate."

Yang Jian picked up the pork elbow and put it in his mouth.

"Also, what you said makes sense."

Zhenyuanzi agreed with Yang Jian's words.

On the Buddhist side, it's all vegetables and such vegetarian dishes; although Chen Nuo wanted to embarrass the Buddhist side with this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall dish, he also wouldn't neglect all etiquette.

Wheat flour kneaded into gluten, wrapped around chopsticks and roasted, then sprinkled with chili, cumin, and similar seasonings—this roasted wheat gluten also has a unique flavor.

But no matter how delicious this roasted wheat gluten is, it can't compete with meat aroma; this side has that soy product, that tofu, while the other side is all solid meat dishes, especially this aroma—it hasn't even been served yet but has already drifted over, making the Buddhist side's people drool uncontrollably.

Vegetarian dishes are relatively easier to prepare compared to meat dishes; those soy products are also made in advance into semi-finished products, so this side serves dishes much faster than that side.

But even so, as dish after dish is served, it's delicious, yet smelling that side's meat aroma truly makes one hungrier the more one eats.

Especially the braised pork shank served earlier—from far away, one can see it swaying with the attendant's movements when served, making the Buddhist side's eyeballs almost pop out.

But that dish was immediately placed on the immortals' dining table over there.

The Buddhist side chewed on soy products in their mouths, wondering in their hearts what the texture of that braised pork shank really is... that tender, falling-apart skin torn apart—is it like tofu or like fermented bamboo shoots?

The clearly defined meat strands are actually quite similar to the pork ribs they just ate, but seeing the immortals eat with oily mouths and smooth lips, one knows this pork shank is far better than pork ribs or fermented bamboo shoots.

Unfortunately, most of them have never eaten meat; even imagining it only makes them hungrier the more they think.

It's too fragrant, really too fragrant.

Some little Buddhists couldn't bear it and stood up, not daring to be too conspicuous, only pretending to have overeaten and come out to digest, walking back and forth over there; they still knew in their hearts they couldn't break the precepts, but walking over to glance twice was enough.

Sun Wukong saw this group of Buddhist disciples' useless appearance and found it somewhat funny—one braised pork elbow made them crave like this; if Buddha Jumps Over the Wall were served, they might really jump out like the dish's name suggests and scramble for it.

"Great Chef, what's stewing in this pot?"

The Kitchen God finished eating the elbow and came over smelling the aroma.

"That one isn't ready yet, still needs a few more hours to simmer."