Chapter 407

Yang Chan made a deep bow to Nüwa, "Yang Chan has something to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

After Yang Chan left, Xuan Feng said discontentedly, "Lady Nüwa, this little immortal has only a thousand years of cultivation, yet she dares to confront you. Why don't you reprimand her? Instead, you even talk about fair competition with her?"

"You don't understand."

Nüwa glanced at Xuan Feng, "You just bullied others with your power, and I haven't settled the score with you yet."

"Lady Nüwa, why don't you go to my master's Chaos Residence? What are you doing here?"

Sun Wukong laughed, "I have nothing here, and besides, my master never comes here whether he's busy or not."

When mentioning this, Nüwa's expression changed. From the last time she mistakenly thought Chen Nuo wanted to confess to her until now, she had never visited Chaos Residence—not only had she not gone, but she hadn't even ordered takeout.

"Our Lady..."

Xuan Feng raised her voice to speak, but suddenly remembered Nüwa's warning just now, so she swallowed her words again.

Nüwa looked at Xuan Feng, "Go on, say it. Why don't you speak when you should, and insist on speaking when you shouldn't?"

Xuan Feng lowered her head, not knowing when to speak and when not to.

Seeing Xuan Feng silent, Nüwa coughed once, "House arrest."

"Recently, Chaos Residence is so busy that we can't get an appointment. Lady Nüwa keeps failing to book one. Can you help us apply for a special appointment number?"

As soon as house arrest was mentioned, Xuan Feng immediately raised her head and repeated everything Nüwa had told her when she arrived.

"Special appointment number?"

Sun Wukong looked bewildered, "What special appointment number? Chaos Residence has never had such a thing. Besides, Lady Nüwa can just order food directly from the delivery app. Apart from Buddha Jumps Over the Wall being unavailable, everything else can be ordered."

"You idiot."

Xuan Feng snorted, "If there are no conditions, create them. If there's no special appointment number, can't you make one?"

"What's wrong with you, you foolish bird? What are you even to dare scold my old self?"

Sun Wukong glared at Xuan Feng.

"What's wrong with you, you monkey? I am a phoenix!"

"Phoenix!"

Xuan Feng also became anxious, "I'm speaking properly to you, but you don't understand. Our Lady Nüwa is of such exalted status—why can't you make an exception for her sake?"

"What do you mean by special status? Isn't it just cutting in line?"

Sun Wukong let out a cold laugh.

Indeed, she came to cut in line, and not only that, she even wanted special treatment.

Let Chen Nuo free up an afternoon or morning to receive Lady Nüwa, but this idea doesn't even need consideration—it's definitely impossible to achieve.

Nüwa also felt embarrassed to admit she was here to cut in line. She also wanted to use this opportunity to properly explain things to Chen Nuo, with eating being secondary.

"Just say whether you can or not."

Xuan Feng got straight to the point.

"Cannot."

Without hesitation, Sun Wukong refused outright: "Since our Chaos Residence established this rule, it has never been broken. Moreover, I won't break this rule for anyone."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

Xuan Feng stared at Sun Wukong.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

Sun Wukong countered, "Since you can think of coming here to cut in line, you might as well use this time to properly book an appointment with my master."

"You..."

Xuan Feng wanted to say something but didn't know how.

"Alright, since Sun Wukong cannot agree to this, don't force him."

Nüwa said.

"Lady"

Xuan Feng glanced discontentedly at Nüwa, "You're too easy to talk to. You are Lady Nüwa—without you, none of these people would exist, let alone this monkey. He dares to speak rudely to you—where is the justice in that?"

Speaking of such great achievements, many are willing to be mentioned by others, and Nüwa is no exception. But this is only from outsiders' perspective.

As for Sun Wukong and Chen Nuo, Nüwa actually doesn't like being brought up this way. After all, her status is equivalent to the mother of mortals, yet she likes Chen Nuo—this generational difference is more than just a little.

"Xuan Feng, shut up."

Nüwa raised her voice with dissatisfaction.

Xuan Feng quickly closed her mouth, not intending to speak again.

"Are you using your status to pressure me?"

Sun Wukong countered.

"No."

Nüwa denied, "This is Xuan Feng's idea."

Xuan Feng wanted to say something, but Nüwa stopped her with a glance, so she could only shut up and silently take the blame.

"Like this."

Sun Wukong didn't believe it. He already knew Nüwa liked his master, so in his eyes, everything she did had a purpose.

"Shopkeeper Chen previously told me he wanted to open a store, but I never expected it to actually be opened here."

On this matter, further arguing would yield nothing, so Nüwa shifted her focus to this point.

Sun Wukong was somewhat surprised, "Did my master tell you all this?"

"Besides you, he only told one other person?"

Nüwa said in surprise.

"Ah, anyway, besides me and the staff in the shop, I only know of you."

Sun Wukong answered truthfully.

"Really?"

Nüwa was somewhat happy; if that were truly the case, then wouldn't that mean she actually held some special place in Chen Nuo's heart?

"What truth or falsehood could there be? It's true if it's true, and I don't need to lie about such things."

Opening a shop isn't such a big deal either; this matter originally didn't require concealment.

I suppose Master hasn't discussed opening a shop with others; it just so happened that I brought it up with Nüwa—it's merely opening a shop, yet she's so delighted; I don't know what she's thinking.

"What is your master's attitude toward Yang Chan?"

Nüwa pondered for a moment, then still asked this question.

Although she must appear tolerant and magnanimous in Yang Chan's presence, this doesn't mean she doesn't care at all; Yang Chan has known Chen Nuo longer than she has.

"My master?"

Sun Wukong thought carefully, "Just that sort of demeanor, really—my master is very amiable toward people; those who come to eat are all like that."

"So"

Nüwa seized the point, "Your master treats Yang Chan no differently from ordinary customers?"

"What are you saying?"

Nüwa paused, could there still be some difference? "Aren't all those who come to eat customers? Do you still want my master to treat them differently, carrying them in a grand sedan to come eat and then carrying them out again after the meal?"

Sun Wukong was somewhat puzzled by Nüwa's words.

Nüwa became even happier after hearing Sun Wukong's reply; it turned out Yang Chan, in Chen Nuo's presence, was treated just like any other customer.

Her fondness for Chen Nuo wasn't because he showed her special affection; it was merely that her own springtime stirrings had made her like him.

Sun Wukong looked at Nüwa in confusion, wondering what he had said that could make her so happy.

Nüwa couldn't help but laugh, then said to Xuan Feng: "Let's go, Xuan Feng—there's nothing else I want to ask; let's hurry back and make reservations."

I don't know what's been with the diners lately; they order just a few dishes, as if there's nothing else on the menu here.

Never mind whether they're tired of eating it; Chen Nuo would grow weary of making it too, so during a break, he decided to research a new dish.