Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 51 Young Man

Chen Nuo was too dignified to be swayed by poverty, too mighty to be bent by force. Dream on if you think mere Spiritual Treasures could buy off Chen Nuo!

After all, he had just received a whole heap of treasures from Tongtian, why would he care about such trivial things?

Ridiculous! It would be more like it only if you gave him the Primordial Golden Dou.

Yunxiao’s eyes widened in astonishment as she asked, "Isn’t it said that only the meal costs a thousand taels of silver?"

Chen Nuo came back to his senses and looked towards the naive girl helplessly, "It’s the same thing, both alcohol and dishes are on the same level, don’t believe me? Ask Little Kui."

With mischief in his heart, Chen Nuo even started using the Bull Demon King’s shameful moniker from his days in the Jie School.

However, the Bull Demon King didn’t mind at all. To a big shot like Shopkeeper Chen, he would agree even if he called him a dog.

He hurriedly chuckled, "Yes, Shopkeeper Chen’s alcohol, that’s truly unparalleled!"

On the first day of brewing, he almost drank himself into anemia. If it weren’t for Shopkeeper Chen’s reminder, a few more drops of Vital Blood and the Bull Demon King would be no more in The Primordial World.

Sun Wukong was even more ruthless, boasting about his abundance of monkey fur, not only did he overwhelmingly beat him and the Roc Demon King in quantity, but he also took away several jars when departing.

At the time, watching Sun Wukong’s slightly thin, nonchalant departing figure, he couldn’t help but touch the hair on his own head, feeling a chill down his spine.

The Bull Demon King talked for quite a while before finishing praising the Peach Blossom Brew, while Yunxiao was so bamboozled she was dumbfounded. Could it really be that miraculous?

Furrowing her brows slightly, she resolutely turned and walked outside.

"Where are you going, Senior Sister?" The Bull Demon King was taken aback. Did he not brag forcefully enough?

"To get money," said Yunxiao indifferently, disappearing at the storefront entrance.

Chen Nuo shrugged his shoulders without trying to stop her. Tongtian had just made fierce remarks, and now anyone daring to bother Yunxiao was simply seeking death.

He just waited for Yunxiao to bring in customers, after all, the Three Xiao Goddesses should not be divided when it comes to their home.

In the mortal world, the good Immortals gather. Inside the kitchen, amid billowing smoke and tantalizing aromas, a spicy scent opened everyone’s appetite.

A young man was focused on stir-frying the dish in the wok, but there was a certain haughtiness between his brows.

Nevertheless, this was understandable.

After all, being able to become the leading chef in the Land of Bashu at such a young age, a position wielded at the renowned restaurant, talent and hard work were indispensable.

He had the right to be proud.

The kitchen for cooking was large, but it was empty because he did not want others to steal his culinary skills while he was cooking.

"Young man, what dish are you making there?"

Suddenly, an elderly and kind voice rang out in the room.

Someone was there!

The young man was startled. Was this someone here to learn his cooking skills secretly?

At this thought, the young man’s expression turned fierce in an instant. Grabbing a kitchen knife, he started looking around, "Who’s there? Come out right now, do you hear me!"

However, he searched but found no one, and the dish in the wok was close to burning.

At that moment, a wisp of smoke suddenly rose from the stove, and then transformed into a red-robed middle-aged figure—it was the Kitchen God.

He picked up the spatula and deftly dished out the food in the wok.

Turning around to face the young man, the Kitchen God said with a chuckle, "Young man, you should be wary..."

But before he could finish, a rolling pin flew through the thick smoke, striking him squarely in the head!

"Be wary of your grandpa, you dare to steal and learn, I’ve finally caught you!"

Now revealed in his immortal form and tangible, the Kitchen God was caught off guard and stunned.

He was merely invested in a divine position, his cultivation forcibly elevated. While he had the cultivation, he lacked any combat capability.

Faintly seeing the young man about to deliver a flying kick, the scared Kitchen God immediately transformed into smoke again, darting aside and hurriedly waved his hand, "Young man, you’ve got it wrong, I’m an Immortal!"

Immortals?

Upon hearing this, the young man stopped the left hook he was about to throw with puzzlement.

After sizing him up, he scoffed, "Since when are immortals as weak as you?"

The Kitchen God’s expression turned somewhat embarrassed and indignant, "I am the Kitchen God, not the kind of immortal you speak of!"

What’s the use of being able to fight when you still have to eat the dishes made in his kitchen every day!

The Kitchen God!

Shock filled the youth’s heart—this was the ancient progenitor of their culinary world, one of the immortals they unanimously revered and worshiped!

"The name’s Zhou Kang, I pay my respects to the Ancestor Master! The incident happened so suddenly that I failed to realize and offended the Ancestor Master. Please punish me as you see fit!"

The young man tossed the kitchen knife in his hand to the side and kneeled down with extreme excitement.

"Hmm, that’s more like it!"

Seeing the young man act this way, the Kitchen God nodded satisfactorily, his earlier displeasure dissipated.

"I have descended to the Lower Realm to inspect the culinary arts of the mortal world, and your dish looks quite innovative. What is it called?"

So, it was his unparalleled cooking skills that attracted the Kitchen God!

The youth was overjoyed, his tone carrying a hint of pride, "Replying to the Ancestor Master, this is my signature dish, Mapo Tofu!"

"Mapo Tofu? Quite an intriguing name," remarked the Kitchen God with an approving nod.

Looking at the colorful dish and smelling its spicy fragrance, the Kitchen God felt his appetite surge.

"Young man, let me taste it."

The young man furrowed his brow—this dish was meant to be served at a table. However, just as he thought to refuse, a second thought struck him—he had been visited by the Ancestor Master himself, what’s the big deal!

He cheerfully picked up a pair of chopsticks: "Ancestor Master, please."

The Kitchen God didn’t immediately take them but instead approached and closely examined the Mapo Tofu.

The red of the chili, the white of the tofu, and the green of the garlic sprouts created a beautiful contrast. There was no pungent smell of greasy fumes, only an even stronger aroma when gently breathed in.

The Kitchen God didn’t hesitate to pick up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, his eyes instantly brightening.

The first sensation was the heat, but it was too delightful to spit out.

The lingering heat hadn’t faded when a spiciness followed, causing sweat to form on his forehead and bringing an invigoratingly refreshing feeling.

Delicious!

The Kitchen God ate one bite after another, unable to stop himself, until he eventually lifted the whole plate to his face and eagerly devoured every last bit.

Seeing the Kitchen God so immersed in his culinary creation, Zhou Kang’s heart swelled with pride—he truly was the foremost genius among chefs, tempting even the Ancestor Master with his exquisite food!

After polishing off the Mapo Tofu, the Kitchen God maintained his dignity as the patriarch of culinary arts and refrained from licking the plate.

He closed his eyes, savoring the taste meticulously.

A few moments later, he spoke, "I always feel like this dish is missing an exotic flavor."

A flicker of surprise crossed Zhou Kang’s eyes: "May I ask which flavor the Ancestor Master is referring to...?"

The Kitchen God didn’t reply immediately but stood with his hands clasped behind his back, stating with full pretense, "The spiciness of the chili is the first flavor, the aroma from the stir-frying is the second, the garlic’s combination is the third, the heat from being just cooked is the fourth—am I right?"

Zhou Kang was astonished, "All correct!"

The Kitchen God smiled confidently, "The fifth flavor lies in the name of the dish itself, ’numbing’!"

"However, because of my arrival, you didn’t complete the final step, did you?"

"The Ancestor Master’s insight is profound, piercing through the key to my signature dish in one statement!" Zhou Kang couldn’t help but exclaim, truly worthy of being the Kitchen God!

"Haha, it’s nothing much!" the Kitchen God laughed heartily while stroking his beard. Then he looked at Zhou Kang with appreciation in his eyes and tempted him, "Young man, would you like to join me in a great endeavor? Staying in this little tavern in the mortal world, you’re burying your talents!"