"How did the monk get sick?"
"At that time we..."
"He just couldn't stand the smell of meat and vomited, and then he had a fever the next day. What can be done to solve this?"
Tian Peng was just about to speak, barely starting when Sun Wukong cut him off, finishing the sentence. Now, Tian Peng could only nod in agreement with what Sun Wukong had said.
"I see."
Chen Nuo pondered for a moment. It wasn't uncommon to feel nauseous and vomit from just a smell, leading to a fever.
"Shopkeeper, can you think of a solution?" Tian Peng asked. "If not, we should seek out Goddess Nuwa. She's so fond of you; surely she can think of a way to help us."
Sun Wukong slapped a hand on Tian Peng's head, "I don't even know what to say to you. Just because Nuwa likes Master, should we always bother her for help?"
"What kind of person is Master? Master is a virtuous gentleman! He would never exploit others."
