"This chef is not just any ordinary chef, and even I had to put in a lot of effort to invite him here. Everyone here has tasted his cooking and agrees, so let me tell you the truth: even for immortals, he would be very difficult to invite."
"He's just a chef." This comment came from the banquet.
Sun Wukong heard it, and his smile instantly froze, "What do you mean by that?"
Xiong Daoren immediately followed up, "Are you implying that the dish isn't delicious?"
"Delicious, of course it's delicious. I never said it wasn't," said the Six-Eared Macaque, "But delicious as it may be, the way you're talking about him is a bit too much. He's just a chef; why make him out to be so lofty? If he's that lofty, he might as well ascend to heaven and become an immortal rather than be a chef."
Hearing this, Sun Wukong was livid, especially since it was coming from the Six-Eared Macaque, who was disguised to look just like him. His anger knew no bounds.
