Heavenly Prison Meals Make Wukong Drool

These things were good, but eating them for too long did get monotonous.

Sun Wukong's ears immediately perked up.

"Oh? There's other food?"

The corner of Lin Zhu's mouth lifted slightly. A glimmer rarely seen in his eyes, something almost like the warmth of mortal life, flashed through them, and his tone became a little livelier.

"Every so often, the meals get improved. For example, some time ago, a Sinful Dragon violated the Heavenly Edicts and was executed on the Execution Immortal Platform. Its true body was enormous, and its flesh and blood contained great essence. It would have been a pity to waste it.

"The Heavenly Prison's cooks took the most tender, firm dragon belly meat, treated it with secret methods, coated it in specially made spiritual wheat breadcrumbs, and dropped it into immortal oil controlled by Samadhi True Fire. They fried it until the outside was golden and crisp while the inside remained bursting with juices, immortal qi curling around it. When it came out of the pan, the fragrance could carry for miles. Even ordinary Immortals would drool at the smell."

His description was not particularly exaggerated, but phrases like "coated in breadcrumbs" and "fried until golden," combined with dragon meat's inherent rarity, painted a strangely enticing picture.

Sun Wukong was practically drooling. His eyes were wide as bronze bells, his Adam's apple bobbing as he pressed on eagerly.

"Dragon meat? Fried? Gulp... When can we have that again? Can Old Sun get a taste?"

Seeing the monkey cast all his melancholy and reflections beyond the clouds in an instant, leaving only the purest craving for good food, Lin Zhu's smile deepened. Still, he deliberately kept him in suspense.

"That depends on whether any more Sinful Dragons who don't know the rules, or some other 'ingredients,' happen