Having finished talking about one dish, Sun Wukong pointed to the next one and inquired, "The pork dish you ordered today is this one, isn't it?"
Nuwa nodded gently, "Hmm."
Sun Wukong rolled up his sleeves and with a slap of his hands on the table, he adopted a serious demeanor, very much like a schoolteacher.
"Then I must explain it properly to you. This red-braised pork can certainly be considered a unique skill in my master's culinary repertoire. Despite the abundance of fat on the surface, when you eat it, it's rich but not greasy; instead, it carries a hint of sweetness."
"Alright!" Sun Wukong smacked his lips, feeling a bit thirsty from talking too much in his excitement.
After all, he had boundless enthusiasm when it came to introducing and praising his master's dishes.
"I've described everything!"
"Isn't there still one more dish?" Nuwa pointed lightly to the last one, her interest piqued. How could it be over just like that!