Chapter 369: Everyone Is Anxious

This milk tea is really delicious.

Xuan Feng opened his mouth to praise, "With Shopkeeper Chen being so capable, we are truly blessed. It feels like the past tens of thousands of years were wasted."

"You sure know how to talk."

Chen Nuo said with a smile.

Actually, if they were willing, they could survive without eating, but they can't escape their cravings, so they are willing to eat his dishes.

Chen Nuo, neither humble nor arrogant, simply smiled and accepted Xuan Feng's words, "Once it's online, I'll notify via the delivery platform; milk tea can also be delivered."

"Really?"

Xuan Feng was somewhat surprised, "I thought this milk tea also had to be drunk in the shop."

"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is a top-tier dish; eating it in the shop shows its excellence. Milk tea doesn't need that—it's just an ordinary drink, naturally not requiring such hassle."

"I think milk tea is not ordinary at all."

Xuan Feng looked at his empty cup, "This milk tea is so delicious, even if I had to go to the shop to drink it, I would buy it."

Chen Nuo politely smiled. Although Xuan Feng spoke as if he were tens of thousands of years old, his nature was like that of a little girl, and liking milk tea is not a bad thing.

Several immortals again thanked Chen Nuo, exchanged pleasantries for a while, then prepared to leave. Chen Nuo was supposed to see them off with Tianpeng.

After seeing the guests off and returning, Tianpeng sighed, "If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the Buddhist Dharma Feast too. Although Monkey Brother can't compare to Shopkeeper Chen's dishes, speaking of it, the taste is also especially good. It's my second favorite food, and it's free."

"I think the last sentence you said is the key point."

Chen Nuo instantly saw through Tianpeng's inner thoughts, "At the Buddhist Dharma Feast, there are so many people—you don't need to join this crowd again."

At this moment, Lingtai Mountain is not as peaceful as Chaos Residence. The reason is simple: Sun Wukong previously said in the Great Hall that the final dish is a treasure, giving everyone ample imagination, yet he keeps delaying serving it, making the gods wait anxiously.

"Food God, otherwise you go urge him—why hasn't this final dish been served yet? We're about to starve to death."

"Exactly, earlier we said this final dish would be so grand and delicious—why is there no movement now? Did the Imperial Kitchen burn the dish and dare not serve it?"

"What are you saying? When has Great Chef Sun Wukong ever made a bad dish? Perhaps it's because this dish is truly too grand, so it's still being prepared."

"Why urge? What if, because you urged too hastily, Great Chef Sun Wukong fails to cook the dish properly—what then?"

Food God had just been kicked out of the Imperial Kitchen by Sun Wukong, and now he doesn't want to go back. Earlier, when he passed by, he had smelled it—that aroma was so fragrant, so fragrant.

The fragrance made him feel that all the dishes he had eaten before were wasted. Just smelling it, without even seeing the finished product, he was driven out.

In his heart, he still wanted to go look again, but this time Sun Wukong the Great Chef definitely won't let him enter the Imperial Kitchen. Thinking of this, he felt a bit annoyed. Really, why did he go so early just now? It would have been better to just wait until now. When everyone urged him, at least he would have had a reason to go.

Food God felt a bit annoyed again—why do those people make him go, while they themselves don't go, yet insist on sending him?

Although he is the Food God, on the surface he doesn't match those civil and military officials, but his position is certainly not inferior to theirs. Why not have someone else urge him, instead of insisting he go?

"Hurry up and go check, Food God."

Another Divine Official urged, "What time is it now? Still no final dish?"

Zhenyuanzi sat in his seat, listening to those people urging Food God. He quietly approached Yang Jian and asked, "What do you guess is in Sun Wukong's gourd? Logically, the intervals between these dishes shouldn't be this long, yet he makes others wait so long. If a dish like Mapo Tofu with green peppers and shredded pork came out, how would we wrap up?"

Yang Jian somewhat disliked the Divine Officials' expressions. He coldly snorted, "In past years, did they not come to such banquets? If the dish is late, it's late. Usually we don't see them this eager. Now they only think about eating—truly disgraceful."

"But it's just about eating a meal—how did you make it sound so serious?"

Zhenyuanzi smiled and relayed Yang Jian's words, "I just want to ask if you're curious about what this final dish is."

"Not particularly curious."

Yang Jian took a sip of peach blossom wine, "Speaking of cooking, his master's dishes taste better than his."

"I naturally know his master's cooking is delicious,

you're not curious? Fine, anyway I'm relatively curious. It's said this dish is extraordinary."

"How extraordinary?"

Yang Jian asked.

"It uses especially many ingredients—I saw earlier beef, lamb, pork, and all kinds of fungi and seafood. You said if each ingredient were cooked separately, they'd all be quite good. If they were all mixed into one dish, would this dish become strangely odd?"

Zhenyuanzi was very curious, "No, I'll go check the Imperial Kitchen later."

"It should probably not be strange."

Yang Jian answered.

Zhenyuanzi looked at Yang Jian, saying one moment it's good, the next it's bad—truly can't read this person. "How is it not strange then?"

"You can't not smell this fragrance—if it weren't delicious, how could it have such a rich aroma?"

The fragrance that drifted by earlier was indeed very pleasant—but because it's been constant, we've grown used to it and now can't smell it.

Yang Jian's reminder made Zhenyuanzi realize, "You're right—I was thinking too simply. Such a rich aroma means this dish must be especially delicious."

"No, the more you say, the hungrier I get. I'm going to the Imperial Kitchen now to see what Sun Wukong's dish actually is."

Speaking, Zhenyuanzi stood up, "General Yang Jian, you wait here. I'll go scout the situation, and when I return, I'll tell you the subtleties of this dish in detail."

"If you want to go, go yourself—don't bring me."

Yang Jian gave Zhenyuanzi a glance.

"Hey, I just don't believe you're not curious at all, Yang Jian—don't be shy. We're all men; I won't laugh at you. Come on, bring me to look."

After saying this, Zhenyuanzi immediately stood up from his seat, interrupting Food God's conversation among the Divine Officials.

"Everyone, stop making excuses. Since Food God doesn't want to go, don't force him. As the saying goes, 'You can't twist a melon and expect it to be sweet.' If you force him to go, even if he goes and returns, he won't speak well with you."

Food God simply didn't want to make another trip, to suffer another scolding for nothing—he hadn't thought so much about all these twists and turns.

The Divine Officials only urged Food God because he had once been Sun Wukong's assistant. Zhenyuanzi's words directly shifted Food God's reluctance to another level.

Seeing the Divine Officials' attitude toward him seem somewhat different, Food God hurriedly explained, "No, no, no—I don't mean that. I just have other reasons."

"Sigh, Food God, why can't you just speak plainly? Everyone only asked you to go because they know you're acquainted with Great Chef Sun Wukong. If you're unwilling, just say so—no one will blame you. After all, this is merely a trivial matter."

Thus, the Divine Officials looked at Food God's expression with even greater hostility.

"No, I'm speaking the truth."

Food God was somewhat annoyed.