Chapter 386: Caught Red-Handed While Sneaking a Bite

Ah, working in the Imperial Kitchen is truly a good deal—just helping out in the kitchen lets us eat dishes made by Great Chef Sun Wukong, which really makes us envious.

Some quick-talking celestial officials praised him without thinking, assuming the people inside were Immortal Attendants, and that they were eating leftovers from the Buddhist Sect.

"Exactly, if we weren't attending the Buddhist Dharma Feast, we wouldn't know when we'd get to eat dishes made by Great Chef Sun Wukong. These Immortal Attendants are really fortunate—I don't know if Great Chef Sun Wukong's side still needs Immortal Attendants, but when I'm free, I can come over too."

As the first celestial official spoke, the others were led astray, genuinely believing these Immortal Attendants had come to handle the leftovers.

Mainly because when they just entered, they saw Sun Wukong's seal outside, and thought that if it weren't an Immortal Attendant, he wouldn't naturally appear in the Imperial Kitchen.

The celestial officials here chattered away, and Sun Wukong smiled, turning his head slowly as he said: "But I remember I already sent the helping Immortal Attendants away, and furthermore, I don't seem to have seen these few kitchen helpers before."

Originally, the Buddhist Sect disciples inside were thinking it was over, but now they'd been caught red-handed. Seeing the celestial officials take them for Immortal Attendants, they decided to go along with it and disguised themselves as Immortal Attendants.

"Great Chef Sun Wukong, you forgot—today isn't a case of insufficient manpower; we were sent from other residences to help."

The Buddhist Sect disciple reacted fairly quickly, promptly responding to Sun Wukong's words.

Originally, the celestial officials hearing Sun Wukong say this were all stunned, but their brains hadn't yet processed it.

Now hearing them say this, they didn't suspect much either: "Oh, so that's how it is—sigh, no wonder Great Chef Sun Wukong can't remember; I haven't even fully recognized all the servants in my residence."

The other celestial officials just thought Sun Wukong had a bad memory, so naturally they wouldn't suspect these were other people appearing here.

They then began flattering Sun Wukong: "Hey, don't say it's just you—I'm the same way. To this day, I only remember the people who serve before the case in my residence; as for the rest, I don't even remember their names, and I can't even recall their faces clearly."

"Who said it's not? These few people have only been here less than a day, so it's only natural that Great Chef Sun Wukong can't remember their faces."

That Buddhist Sect disciple was already sweating profusely, thinking about how to wrap things up, when unexpectedly this group of celestial officials turned out to be so skilled at flattery—they'd already paved the way for him, so of course there was no reason not to go along.

Thus, the Buddhist Sect disciple followed the celestial officials' flattery and continued: "Exactly, we're like this because we're too unnoticeable in the residence, which is why we were sent here."

Sun Wukong smiled and said: "So you're all from the same residence?"

"Yes."

One quick-talker responded, then got slapped by his companion.

"No, we're not from the same residence—just that the elders of our few families interact frequently in daily life, so we know each other, and it's not much different from being from the same residence."

"Exactly, exactly, that's how it is."

Several Buddhist disciples spoke nonsense, only focusing on explaining, and none noticed Sun Wukong's smile growing deeper.

"Ah, so that's how it is, but still—today this Buddhist Dharma Feast is going to wear Old Grandson Sun out, so it's not strange that I don't recognize you."

Sun Wukong tilted his head and rubbed his own shoulder.

"Yes, yes, that's just because Great Chef Sun Wukong you're really too busy, so when we came, we didn't even bother to greet you."

The Buddhist Sect disciple hurriedly said.

"Is that so?"

Sun Wukong looked at the small cup in their hands and said: "But I remember I already told you to leave—how come you're back again now?"

The Buddhist Sect disciple hurriedly explained: "Ah, it's like this—we went back and discovered the Buddhist Beads..."

"Buddhist Beads?"

Sun Wukong and the celestial officials all voiced their doubt in unison: "What Buddhist Beads?"

The Buddhist Sect disciple realized he'd misspoken, wishing he could slap himself a few times, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead in panic.

"Look at you—there's no fire lit in the Imperial Kitchen, so why are you so hot?"

Sun Wukong wasn't in a hurry either; he's someone who loves to play, and seeing that he'd caught them, teasing them a bit more before letting them go was no problem.

"Ah, it's like this."

The Buddhist Sect disciple reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I've sweated easily since I was young—this is an old habit of mine, it's no trouble, thank you, Great Chef Sun Wukong, for your concern."

"Like this.

"

Sun Wukong smiled lightly: "No problem, anyway you're not really working in my Imperial Kitchen, so even if you sweat a bit more it's fine—but if you were really working in my Imperial Kitchen, I'd definitely cure you of this sweating habit."

"Ah, haha."

The Buddhist Sect disciple laughed embarrassedly, his heart easing with relief—this matter could finally be put to rest.

"Alright."

Sun Wukong looked at the Buddhist Sect disciple: "Now you can explain to us—what was going on with those Buddhist Beads you mentioned earlier?" "Ah, this..."

The Buddhist Sect disciple, whose heart had just relaxed, felt it rise again.

His companion beside him took over: "Ah, it's like this—we weren't preparing to leave, when suddenly we ran into a Buddhist Sect person who said his Buddhist Bead had fallen off, and he didn't know where it dropped. Thinking it might have fallen into the bowl during the meal, he entrusted us to come help him look for it."

"Right, right."

The disciple turned his head gratefully at his companion: "Exactly like that."

"Such a small matter—why didn't you say it yourself, instead insisting your little assistant over there speak?"

"He's nervous—he's loved cooking since he was little. Seeing Great Chef Sun Wukong standing right in front of him made him nervous, and when nervous, he doesn't even know how to speak."

The companion pulled back slightly on the disciple and explained.

Sun Wukong laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I never expected Old Grandson Sun to actually have admirers."

"Great Chef Sun Wukong, your skills are so high—him admiring you is completely normal."

The companion said.

"Exactly, exactly, that's how it is."

"Well then, looking at how much you admire Old Grandson Sun, Old Grandson Sun decides to give you this opportunity."

Sun Wukong said.

The disciple blinked: "What opportunity?"

"I was just about to have them watch me cook and guess the dish names—since you like cooking, why don't you give it a try? I'll tell you the steps as we go."

The Food God beside him couldn't hold back: "Great Chef Sun Wukong, I admire you too—teach me to cook, I'm the Food God, after all—could I really be inferior to this hairy-headed kid in skill?"

The disciple grew even more worried about how to refuse, but now it was fine—he quickly nodded and said: "Indeed, although the Food God isn't as skilled as you, Great Chef Sun Wukong, he's still the Food God, so he's definitely better at cooking than I am. You should teach him instead—I see his admiration for you is no less than mine."

Yes yes, Great Chef Sun Wukong, teach me how to cook

The Food God echoed.

Sun Wukong glared at him, "What business do you have? Just stay here and meddle, take the cool wherever you go"

Great Chef Sun Wukong, I also don't know how to cook

That disciple hurriedly said.

Sun Wukong turned his head, eyes slightly narrowed, face full of inquiry, asked, "You don't know how to cook, yet you say you worship me—is that how you worship?"

I, I...

That disciple's speech began to stutter.