Wukong deeply inhaled in craving, the fragrance violently assaulting his olfactory nerves, tempting him so much that he wished he could pounce forward and snatch some for himself.
But this dish was indeed something Master had prepared for himself, and Wukong wouldn't dare even if he had eight times the courage he possessed; his mood suddenly turned somewhat dejected.
Sun Wukong listlessly opened his own jar, and although there was also a fragrance wafting out, compared to what Chen Nuo had made, it really was like a minor magician in the presence of a great sorcerer.
He looked at the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall he had made, and then at Chen Nuo's.
He saw that every ingredient in Master's pot was perfectly placed, with vibrant colors, just a small pot, and yet it combined to form a grand spectacle.