Master Sanzang was clearly not used to using knives and forks.
Seeing him grip the dinner knife like a battle blade and hold the fork like a halberd, Maid Miss smiled faintly and began carefully cutting up the steak on his plate before scooping it out for him.
Boss Luo handed the Master a pair of chopsticks as well.
The Master raised his brows and said with a beaming smile that, apart from the farewell feast given to him by Brother Emperor of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, this was the highest-standard reception he had received in his entire life since setting out west.
The maid was as beautiful as a painting, and the host was generous. His heart stirred, so he began eating first out of respect.
He might really have been hungry. His wolf-fang-sharp teeth immediately began tearing apart the meat in his mouth.
He ate ravenously. Later, he simply polished off Boss Luo's portion as well. Seeing this, Maid Miss hurried back into the kitchen and continued making steaks.
Since they were discounted, there really had been quite a lot of steak purchased that day.
However, this was something that required time and care. The Master chewed the peony like an ox, naturally impatient, and could only say that he could not wait any longer and wanted some wine.
Boss Luo poured the Master another glass of wine, using the Night-glowing Cup.
Once the wine entered his stomach, Master Sanzang clearly had no reservations. He drank four large cups in succession, his face flushed and his expression utterly satisfied.
He was tipsy.
After drinking, the Master spoke his true thoughts and poured out all his bitterness from the journey west. He looked exactly like those overworked middle-aged wage slaves who refused to go home after work and only