Chapter 37: The Damned Temptation

Sun Wukong temporarily turned the Ruyi Knife into a staff-like shape, repeatedly patting the beef to make it more delicate.

After the meat filling was prepared, Sun Wukong took out the seasoning and added it in proportion.

At this moment, the large pot beside had already boiled hot water, and under Sun Wukong's dexterous hands, meatballs fell into the pot one by one in graceful arcs.

"Damn monkey!"

The Ox Demon King's eyes turned red with anger—making meatballs in front of him is such a disgrace!

Yet he could do nothing about it.

Not long after, a rich meat aroma rose from the pot, and for a moment, all the monkeys' faces showed a trace of fascination.

What a fragrant smell...

The sound of swallowing saliva reached the Ox Demon King's ears; he sharply turned to look at the Peng Demon King beside him.

"I treated you as a brother, yet you actually want to eat beef!"

The Peng Demon King turned his head somewhat embarrassedly; he also knew the Ox Demon King's greatest taboo was this, and he had never eaten beef in front of him.

Every time, he returns to his own Cave Dwelling to enjoy it thoroughly—after all, beef is delicious!

A demon who doesn't eat beef is not a good demon king!

And this monkey's cooking is truly fragrant!

"Children, it's ready—come taste!" Sun Wukong scooped out the meatballs and placed them in a basin.

Then he filled another small basin, smirking mischievously as he approached the Ox Demon King and Peng Demon King, setting the small basin down.

"Want to eat?"

The Ox Demon King turned his head to the side.

"Monkey, take it away! Just looking at it makes me nauseous!" the Ox Demon King said through gritted teeth.

The Peng Demon King, meanwhile, inhaled the aroma, raised his neck, and declared with resolve to face death: "I, Peng Demon King, would rather starve to death than eat a single thing of yours!"

"Good brother!" These words moved the Ox Demon King to tears.

Truly worthy of being lifelong comrades-in-arms—our friendship was not in vain!

However, what the Ox Demon King did not see was that although the Peng Demon King stubbornly lifted his head, his eyes kept gazing downward.

Sun Wukong observed all this, but merely smiled lightly and said nothing.

The monkeys had long been unable to restrain themselves, rushing forward in a crowd to grab the meatballs.

"Each monkey may take only five—no grabbing; the quantity is certainly enough. If any monkey takes more, I will punish severely!" Sun Wukong shouted upon seeing the scene.

This statement took immediate effect; the previously impatient monkeys instantly quieted down—this is Sun Wukong's prestige among the monkeys!

Every monkey who got a meatball eagerly ate it, smooth in texture, mixed with rich meat aroma.

Monkeys who usually eat only peaches had never tasted such delicious food—each face showed fascination; this is simply too good!

Is it really this delicious?

Seeing the monkeys' fascinated expressions, the Peng Demon King glanced again at the meatballs before him and unconsciously swallowed another mouthful of saliva.

The meat aroma involuntarily entered his nostrils—this is nothing short of torture for the Peng Demon King, who has not eaten anything since leaving home!

Not long after, the Peng Demon King's face seemed to be covered by a painful expression.

Of course, the Ox Demon King's side is no better off—he actually discovered he had developed an appetite for the meatballs before him!

But he is an ox—no way!

The Ox Demon King's heart sank; he began to encourage himself, not wanting to yield to delicious food!

"Still quite stubborn, huh." Sun Wukong chuckled lightly.

Indeed, his cooking skills are poor—this dish, even if not a signature recipe from his master's collection, would still taste far better if made by his master.

If his master were to make it, these two demons would have already eagerly started eating—looks like I still need to work hard!

Sun Wukong, with a playful grin, picked up a meatball and, under the gaze of the two demons, slowly and bit by bit placed it into his mouth.

And he only took one bite!

Having grown accustomed to Chen Nuo's divine culinary skills, eating his own cooking felt merely average—but that doesn't mean he can't learn expressions!

Recalling the dishes Chen Nuo made, Sun Wukong's expression became lively.

"Damn it!"

This dead monkey's expression became even more exaggerated; the Ox Demon King admitted, he was being lured—could these meatballs really be this fragrant?

The Ox Demon King pressed his thick neck against his own body and sniffed—aside from an unbearable stench, there was no other smell at all.

But Sun Wukong had no intention of stopping here; after eating one meatball, he simply stood up.

Seeing the meatballs in the basin were already gone, he began preparing the next round of torment.

He boiled another pot of water, scalded the two eagles once, then began plucking their feathers.

"Are you a Dapeng Bird?" Sun Wukong gave an evil smile, picked up the eagle whose feathers were nearly removed, and said to the Peng Demon King: "Dapeng Birds are hard to find—just use this as a substitute."

"This devil!"

The Peng Demon King stared wide-eyed at Sun Wukong performing this demonic act!

Feathers are a bird's dignity—stop it!

The Peng Demon King no longer cared whether the meatballs were tasty; his heart filled with righteous indignation, though Sun Wukong remained indifferent, continuing his own way in processing the ingredients.

Often, high-end ingredients require the simplest cooking methods.

After thoroughly cleaning the feathers, Sun Wukong washed them several more times, waved his hand broadly, and a grill rack appeared before him.

"What is this thing?"

All the demons present froze in place.

This grill rack was drawn by Chen Nuo during a lottery—though it looks very ugly, he gave it to Sun Wukong.

Using the grill to clamp the eagle, lighting the charcoal fire, and beginning to roast—recalling the tune Chen Nuo hummed while grilling, Sun Wukong imitated it with remarkable similarity.

"In the North Sea there is a fish, its name is Kun, Kun is so big a pot of stew cannot hold it, it transforms into a bird, its name is Peng, Peng is so big it needs two grills, half cumin, half spicy honey, a bottle of Snowflake Beer, let us bravely venture to the ends of the earth!"

"Devil! Devil!"

Peng Demon King's heart was beating very fast!

"It smells so good!"

Bull Demon King stared wide-eyed, watching Old Eagle flipping in Sun Wukong's hand, dancing in the charcoal fire.

Especially when Sun Wukong sprinkled cumin, at the moment it blended with the flames, the aroma was elevated further.

Completely disregarding Peng Demon King's resentful gaze looking over.

After roasting, Sun Wukong gave a large half to the Monkey Troop, holding the remaining half and came again before the Two Demons.

He paused for a while before each demon, watching the Two Demons straining to suppress their inner desires, Sun Wukong found it very funny.

"You don't want to eat? Then I'll just throw it away." After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he also took the beef balls and prepared to throw them away.

Seeing this, the Monkey Troop's hearts tightened, "Don't throw it away! They haven't eaten enough yet!"

"Wait a moment!"

Turning around, Sun Wukong smiled slightly, watching the speaking Bull Demon King and said: "What's wrong?"

Bull Demon King's old face turned red and said: "Monkey... brother, could you let Old Niu have a taste of whatever grilled bird you made?"

He really couldn't take it anymore, his stomach had already started to rebel.

Peng Demon King:???

If you are not benevolent, then don't blame me for not being righteous!

Peng Demon King also looked toward Sun Wukong and said: "Brother, I want to eat your basin of beef balls!"

In his words, the three characters "beef balls" were deliberately emphasized.

"Old Peng, what do you mean?" Bull Demon King's face turned dark!

But Peng Demon King was not easily frightened: "What do you mean by what I mean? You've all eaten bird, could it be I cannot eat beef?"