"It's fine, I just made so many desserts, now is the time I'm excited," Chen Nuo said to Sha Wujing with a smile, "You don't need to worry about my health. I'll rest properly after I've sorted out this dessert situation."
Sha Wujing felt warmed by Chen Nuo's response, nodded, and said no more.
Since Sun Wukong's own flattery hadn't continued, he gave Sha Wujing a disdainful look and muttered "apple-polisher," then turned to Chen Nuo and asked, "So Master, after making so many desserts, which ones are we going to list on the vending machine?"
"I haven't decided yet," Chen Nuo replied, recalling the over a hundred types of desserts he'd made. Each and every one was a masterpiece, but it really wasn't easy for him to make a selection from them.
It's like asking a mother which child she likes best; of course, she'll say she loves all of them. This sort of thing, where you love each as much as the other, isn't something that can be summarized in a sentence or two.
