"Shut up!" Nuwa suddenly spoke, her voice icy and oppressive.
But if one was careful enough, one could detect the urgency and the slight tremble in her repressed tone.
Sun Wukong cautiously withdrew his hand and lowered his head, obediently closing his mouth, as he had said all there was to say, stealing careful glances at Nuwa.
In his heart, he couldn't help but feel puzzled. Why did this goddess seem a bit unhappy?
Sun Wukong's brow furrowed. Could it be because she felt unworthy of her master and was too heartbroken by her own shame?
Yes, Sun Wukong nodded to himself in confirmation. It must be so!
Alas!
He sighed softly in his heart, understanding this feeling all too well.
As the master's disciple, and the lead one at that.
The pressure he felt was imaginable; he had to diligently practice his culinary skills so as not to embarrass his master and manage his behavior as a role model for his junior sister and possibly future junior brothers and sisters.