Chapter 380

The companion's eyes slowly widened, looking in disbelief at the Buddhist disciple, "Are you crazy?"

The Buddhist disciple hurriedly shushed him to be quiet.

The companion lowered their voice, "Do you know you're breaking precepts like this? You'll be expelled from the Buddhist Sect."

"I don't plan to eat it, I just want to smell it again—are you coming or not?"

The companion thought for a moment, their gaze gradually firming, "Let's go."

"Great Chef Sun Wukong, did you gather us here just to announce a dish name?"

The celestial officials who had just finished attending the Buddhist Dharma Feast were supposed to return to their posts, but instead they went back to their residences, hadn't rested a moment, and were summoned by Sun Wukong.

"Right, Great Chef Sun Wukong, if you want to tell us the name of this dish, just tell us straight to our faces—why summon us here? Who's responsible if this delays work?"

"Hey, why are you so blind? Since Great Chef Sun Wukong summoned you, he naturally has his own reasons—how could you just guess randomly and be done with it?"

Some celestial officials who didn't want to work at all wanted to join the fun, fearing no one would accompany them, so they quickly echoed Sun Wukong's words.

Sun Wukong couldn't be bothered with them; after everyone gathered, he then said: "It's like this—I, Old Grandson, am someone who sees things through. Since you all can't guess the dish's name, it shows you're all idiots, but no matter—I'll demonstrate it for you right now."

"Demonstrate what?"

The celestial official took over Sun Wukong's cue, "If you want to say something, just say it—why must you insist we're idiots? It sounds like, in your mouth, we're good for nothing."

Sun Wukong was annoyed by this celestial official who kept giving the other officials bad advice, so he bared his teeth at him.

"You don't know shit!

What's so smart about you? You're just someone who gained the Dao through brute strength—I see your brain hasn't grown, it's all just meat, and you can't even guess a dish name, yet you dare to shout at me? What are you even supposed to be?"

This celestial official had relied on strength before attaining the Dao, and Sun Wukong wasn't wrong—he really was just strong, useless in every other matter, and even less helpful in the Heavenly Court.

This isn't the Mortal Realm—every celestial official has magical power, and they rarely need to use strength; when strength is needed, they just make a hand seal and use a spell, so this official, aside from his post, has no say in minor or major affairs.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Court's customs are still relatively open, and they don't look down on people for this—that's why this official, though his rank is nominal, can still speak up.

The celestial official said, voice full of grievance: "This is a thorn in my heart—other officials never bring it up in front of me, but you, Great Chef Sun Wukong, just pulled it out—can I ask you for compensation for mental distress?"

"You want shit."

Sun Wukong snapped, "Others don't scold you because they don't bother to scold you—you think you're something? In their hearts, you don't even count as an idiot."

"Ah?"

That celestial official had never been scolded like this before, and was instantly dumbfounded by the insult.

Sun Wukong didn't stop his mouth either—even though everything was going according to his plan, a few troublemakers were really over the line, and if he didn't scold them, he'd never feel right inside.

"You think they're deliberately not exposing your wound? Actually, they just can't be bothered with you—they're polite to you, and you actually think you're a dish? What are you even? Look at yourself—no ink in your brain, less than two ounces of meat on your bones, just relying on that inflated arm of yours to get things done?"

The celestial officials knew Sun Wukong was formidable, but they hadn't expected him to scold so fiercely; they were inwardly relieved, glad it wasn't them being scolded.

"You used to mock others—though the Food God's cooking is a bit lacking, he still oversees the flavors of mortal food—so what's your specialty?"

"I, I..."

The celestial official stammered.

"You're too embarrassed to say it yourself, so let me say it for you—does your divine office have anything to do with your actual ability? What do you even manage? How big is that rock? How long is it? Saying it out loud would make you die laughing—good thing you only manage a rock, because if you had to manage anything else, I, Old Grandson, wouldn't hesitate to say you're useless."

The Food God looked at Sun Wukong with a moved expression, hadn't expected it—hadn't expected it,

and the pent-up frustration in his heart all night finally burst open.

Fortunately, even though I'm a bit stupid, I haven't become so stupid as to keep sparring with Sun Wukong—looks like from now on, not only do I need to learn cooking from him, but also how to speak; with Sun Wukong's sharp tongue, I'll never lose an argument again.

Sun Wukong scolded for a while until he was tired, then fiercely spat at that celestial official.

"Anyway, I, Old Grandson, don't care about you one bit—I've memorized you. From now on, if you dare to dream of eating even a bite of my food, I'll kick you once for every bite—get lost, get lost, don't let me see you again, you annoy me."

Having said all this, even if that celestial official wanted to stay, he had no face to remain—but from now on, it won't be so simple as just not getting to eat Sun Wukong's food.

Though the celestial officials appeared calm on the surface, in private they gossiped freely—and if it were any other gossip, it would still be fine.

But having offended Sun Wukong to this extent, probably no celestial official dares to openly associate with him in private anymore.

As long as they interact, it means they want to publicly slap Sun Wukong's face—the celestial official broke into cold sweat, droplets trickling down his forehead—now what should he do? Going isn't right, staying isn't right.

Sun Wukong glared at the celestial official, "Hey, are you deliberately coming to oppose me, Old Grandson? I already told you to scram, scram!

Why aren't you scrambling yet?"

"Alright, alright, alright—I'm leaving now, Great Chef Sun Wukong, don't be angry."

After thinking it over, the celestial official decided to leave for now and apologize properly later—Sun Wukong is still angry, so even if he apologized now, it wouldn't help.

Knowing the times makes a talent—for now, it's best to just leave.

The celestial official bowed to Sun Wukong, "Great Chef Sun Wukong, this minor official takes his leave—I'll come visit you in person another day to offer my apologies."

"Hurry up and get lost."

After scolding him, Sun Wukong's mood improved beyond just a little—he waved his hand, now completely relaxed, "Next time, pay attention when you speak."

At that moment, the celestial official was sweating profusely, didn't catch the happiness in Sun Wukong's words, and just followed his lead, saying immediately, "Ah, fine, this junior official takes his leave."

After the celestial official left, Sun Wukong looked at the remaining ones, "How come? I felt like, besides that official, I also heard some other echoes of agreement—whoever it is, step forward and leave with him."

If they really left, they might never get another chance in this lifetime—the celestial officials quickly shook their heads.

"What you're saying, Great Chef Sun Wukong—we all love your cooking, you've made so many dishes for us, now you just want us to go out—what's so hard about that?"

"Right, right."

One celestial official finished his flattery, and the others quickly echoed his words.