Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 102 Hopping Back and Forth
"Ay, Grandma, please don’t drink any more." Inside Chaos Residence, Bull Demon King watched with a sorrowful face as Bixiao, holding a jar of wine, drank heartily and tried to persuade her.
She had started drinking early this morning and had been at it until now.
This was the brew they had worked so hard to make, yet Bixiao alone had drained a whole large jar of it.
If she continued drinking like this, what would be left for them to drink?
"Mind your own business, I did pay you, didn’t I?" Bixiao frowned slightly and looked at Bull Demon King displeasedly, "Little Kui, I think you’ve gotten a bit carried away today, daring to criticize me!"
Bull Demon King’s face changed, his forehead beaded with sweat; he quickly retreated a few steps, with a beaming smile, "No, no, that’s not the case at all, Grandma, please drink, keep on drinking!"
"But we still have more!"
The way he was being deferential, if not fawning, was simply laughable.
"That’s more like it." Bixiao rolled her eyes and relaxed her clenched fist.
Seeing this, Bull Demon King let out a long sigh of relief—another beating averted.
Watching Bixiao guzzle down the wine, Bull Demon King also harbored a significant doubt—each small jar cost three thousand taels, and Grandma had already drunk her eleventh one.
Wasn’t that over thirty thousand taels of silver?
Even though he was just a Demon King, he knew what thirty thousand taels of silver meant in the mortal world.
My heavens, could the three sisters have robbed a national treasury?
"Is Shopkeeper Chen still not up?" Yunxiao sat silently as a maiden, smiling subtly as she spoke softly.
Roc Demon King shook his head, troubled in his heart at the prospect of having no wine to drink the next day, "How could we possibly fathom what Shopkeeper Chen is doing?"
Yunxiao nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
Even Qiong Xiao, who had originally been hostile towards Chen Nuo, astonishingly did not retort.
The practical ability of Divine Skills had truly amazed her.
"But I want to eat something, I’m sick of drinking wine already!" Bixiao pouted unhappily, and just as she finished speaking, she took another sip of wine.
Her Divine Skill, Abyss Devouring, allowed her to transform the energy from anything she consumed, and this Peach Blossom Brew, as soon as it hit her mouth, was completely digested and absorbed without any waste.
Bixiao could clearly feel her strength had improved by a full ten percent across the board.
It didn’t seem like much, but she was at the pinnacle of being a Daluo Golden Immortal.
It was already astonishing enough.
It was enough to show how incredible the energy contained within Shopkeeper Chen’s wine was.
Moreover, this advancement in strength wasn’t restricted by the Investiture of the Gods, which meant she could continue eating and drinking to possibly advance to Quasi-Saint!
It was truly a Divine Skill!
As long as she kept eating and drinking daily, awakening more Divine Skills, one could only imagine how strong she would become in the future.
So, Shopkeeper Chen, come down and cook already!
The Three Xiaos’ beloved Shopkeeper Chen Nuo was currently busy in his own room.
He was aware of the Three Xiaos’ arrival, but he had something even more important to attend to at the moment, which was the lottery.
New dishes had not appeared for a long time, and Chen Nuo aspired to greatness with a thirty consecutive draw.
In front of Chen Nuo were already three sticks of incense, sending curls of blue smoke upwards. He wasn’t praying to The Three Pure Ones, but to a single word.
A capital ’E’ for Europe!
Watching the system time, timing it for the exact hour, Chen Nuo clicked the ten consecutive draw!
"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining ten bags of flour, a hundred pounds of prime beef steak, fifty bags of mutton roll, fifty pounds of prawns..."
The first round of ten consecutive draws was a complete flop!
Chen Nuo’s heart sank, his fingers trembling as he went for another ten consecutive draw.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining ten bags of flour, twenty bags of flour, fifty yellow croakers..."
My mother, Chen Nuo was on the verge of spurting out a mouthful of old blood.
Was the system’s previous life a flour mill or what!
The amount of flour he now had in the system could probably fill all of Spirit Mountain!
He had one last desperate chance, to either illegally immigrate to Europe to become an emperor or to head to Africa to be a chieftain.
This was it!
Chen Nuo held his breath, hammering away at the ten consecutive draw button, even though he had only one chance left!
If that button had been tangible, it would’ve been smashed to bits already.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for receiving fifty bags of flour..."
Damn it, giving you face here, huh? Each time more than the last!
"Thirty pairs of premium elbow joints, hotpot heritage..."
A dish has come out!
Chen Nuo’s eyes showed a hint of surprise, but that wasn’t all.
"Thirty cases of Wang Zhihe stinky tofu, one Expansion Order."
An Expansion Order?
Chen Nuo was a bit baffled. What was this about?
He clicked in to look closely and it turned out to be an upgrade item that could expand Chaos Residence.
Not bad!
Chen Nuo felt a surge of joy in his heart.
With this thing, the hotpot issue could also be resolved.
When he had just won the hotpot heritage, he was wondering how to set up the hotpot in the restaurant. It seems he had worried needlessly.
After the new construction, having one in the middle of each table would be absolutely perfect.
The lottery ended, and the system began the heritage.
The heritage of the hotpot didn’t involve much operation, mainly the matching of base ingredients, which is the soul of it.
Having tidied everything up and extinguished the incense, he then walked downstairs in high spirits.
"Shopkeeper Chen!" The Three Xiaos looked up in unison upon hearing Chen Nuo coming downstairs.
They had indeed been calling eagerly for him to come out.
"Shopkeeper Chen, quick, order up!"
Bixiao was like some rich tycoon, exuding the air of someone flush with cash.
Chen Nuo couldn’t help but laugh, "What do you want to eat?"
"Sauce-coated Duck!"
Without thinking, Bixiao said decisively. Last time she was in the store, Erxiao had guarded that sauce-coated duck like a tigress.
This time, she was determined to find out what it tasted like!
The spirit of a food lover never yields in the face of hardship!
Chen Nuo nodded, then turned to look at Erxiao and asked, "And you?"
"I’ll have the beef noodles that Sansister had last time," Yunxiao said with a gentle smile.
Looking at the handsome Chen Nuo, Qiong Xiao turned her head away somewhat unnaturally, but her mouth honestly opened to say, "Flying Dragon Soup."
Chen Nuo twitched the corner of his mouth. Good lord, they only remembered these three dishes? Is this some sort of recurring pattern?
Without saying anything, Chen Nuo turned around to start the preparations.
"Shopkeeper Chen!" Bull Demon King suddenly called out to Chen Nuo.
When Chen Nuo looked back, Bull Demon King chuckled, a bit awkwardly saying, "Can I place my order for today now?"
"Mm."
"Then I want braised pork."
Before he even finished speaking, Roc Demon King also shouted, "I want Crispy Fried Chicken!"
"Remember to pay," Chen Nuo said indifferently.
Heavenly Court’s Imperial Kitchen.
"Which course is this already?" Zhou Kang was sprawled on the table, speaking listlessly.
The face that was once quite handsome now had dark circles under his eyes, as if he had been beaten up.
The continuous high-intensity work over the past few days had been too much for him, the only mortal there.
"It’s like, already two hundred, isn’t it?" the Kitchen God said, his eyes glazed over.
"It’s two hundred and seventeen dishes," Sun Wukong said with a heavy tone.
Tomorrow was the day they were supposed to present the dishes for the Queen Mother’s inspection, but all four of them had exhausted their skills and had only come up with these so far.
The distance to the three hundred and sixty-five dishes the Queen Mother had stipulated was still vast.
