Heavenly Court God-Chef Competition

Watching Sun Yating leave with a wave of her hand, not taking even a wisp of cloud with her, Qin Fen viciously swallowed the bun in his hand, sweeping away all his earlier displeasure. After finishing up his work, he stood at the entrance, boredly taking out his phone.

There seemed to still be some data left. Qin Fen tried tapping into WeChat Moments, and a flood of immortals' inner thoughts immediately popped up.

Why inner thoughts? Qin Fen had speculated about it before. Since the Heavenly Court was still stuck in its old ways and had not exaggeratedly advanced into the Four Modernizations, then a one-way connection like WeChat might operate through Primordial Spirits. In other words, his phone—or rather, WeChat—could receive their thoughts and feelings, then post them in the form of Moments.

The phone was not receiving wireless China Telecom signals in the Heavenly Court. It was more likely receiving brainwaves, or perhaps something even more advanced: divine sense.

That was the conclusion Qin Fen had reached after thinking it over last night. However, he had yet to fully understand WeChat's functions, so he could only take things one step at a time.

Opening Moments, Qin Fen immediately felt dizzy. There was an enormous wall of posts. It seemed the Peach Banquet's appeal was as strong as ever.

Barefoot Immortal: Another meeting? Queen Mother, you old hag, you ramble on every single time. Can't we just skip this part?

Lord Lao: I'm getting sleepy. Can't you just hand out the peaches already? I'm very busy.

Erlang God: I haven't even taken my dog out today. What the hell is this? First the Queen Mother talks, then the Jade Emperor talks. It's the same old tune every time. Aren't you sick of it?

Lan Caihe: Sigh, the Eight Immortals usually move as one. Ever since marriage restrictions were loosened, Lü Dongbin and He Xiangu have started coordinating in private. That's terribly improper. Why haven't they handed out the peaches yet? Why is this speech taking so long?

Seeing the immortals' moods, Qin Fen's face twitched. If you want to experience meetings so badly, you can come over here and try them.

Eh? As he idly scrolled, one name immediately caught Qin Fen's eye.

Sun Wukong: That old Jade Emperor just keeps going on and on, chattering like my master. At least my master taught with solemn care. What kind of garbage are you talking about? Old Sun came here for your peaches, and I'm already drooling, but you're still talking. I want to smash you to death with one staff strike. That idiot Pigsy is drooling over Chang'e again.

Holy crap, the Great Sage! Qin Fen instantly became excited. He had not expected Monkey to attend as well. He was now the Victorious Fighting Buddha, so his status was certainly high enough. What a pity he could not be there in person.

Qin Fen was excited, and the Food God was even more excited. Led by an immortal maiden, he entered the great hall.

The immortals had already arrived one after another, more or less all of them. In this realm, where entertainment and culture were scarce, they could basically be summed up in one word: idle. They were bored out of their minds. So whenever there was a grand gathering, they were quite enthusiastic and arrived early.

At the Queen Mother's command, large numbers of immortal maidens drifted in like flowers, carrying trays laden with Peaches of Immortality of all sizes.

The banquet began. Strongmen carried in jars of wine and set them aside, while immortal maidens filled wine pots and placed them at every seat. Celestial music drifted through the open-air palace as clouds and mist gathered from all directions. A rainbow rose beside the distant lotus pond, while immortal cranes and birds circled overhead like a flock of birds paying homage to the phoenix, unwilling to leave.

The entire hall became dreamlike and ethereal.

As the celestial music rose, immortal maidens began to dance for entertainment, while the immortals lifted their wine cups and started chatting with one another.

"Food God, serve the dishes," the Jade Emperor said softly with a smile.

"Your Majesty, I fear the Food God may be unable to handle it." Before the Food God could step forward, the Kitchen God beside him immediately began hopping about and making a fuss.

"Oh? Is that so?" The Jade Emperor frowned. Isn't this making me lose face?

"Your Majesty, that is not the case." The Food God glared fiercely at him. He had known this brat would cause trouble.

"Is that so? Then why have you not arranged a flowing banquet? You should know that when all the immortals attend the Peach Banquet, it reflects the Heavenly Court's dignity. Even the mounts, servants, and attendants must be properly provided for. But now? It seems you have not prepared any food yet." The Kitchen God's beard lifted as he chuckled.

"Is that true?" The Jade Emperor paused, his frown deepening.

As the two prepared to respond, Monkey, who had been unable to sit still as he wandered around and looked everywhere, had just snatched King Li's wine pot and taken a swig when he overheard the three of them.

He scampered over in a few quick steps. Bar­ing his teeth at the Kitchen God, who was about to speak, he hissed, "Scram, scram, get out of the way! Old Jade Emperor, it wasn't easy for Old Sun to come all the way from Flower-Fruit Mountain." Then he swept an arm across the fruit platter before the Jade Emperor's seat, grabbed an Apple, took a bite, and threw it to the floor.

"My little ones haven't even had breakfast. Is this how you play host? Don't be so stingy."

Seeing Monkey about to throw a tantrum, the Jade Emperor's face began to darken.

Just as he was about to erupt, the Kitchen God immediately stepped forward. "Your Majesty, I have long prepared everything. I made noodles, pancakes, and all kinds of snacks to ease the immediate crisis."

The Jade Emperor's face immediately brightened. "You understand my heart well. Good, make the arrangements at once. Food God? Hmph. I will deal with you later."

The Kitchen God shot the Food God a smug glance, then clapped his hands. A large number of attendants immediately carried food boxes into the hall and placed various small dishes for drinking on the tables.

"Your Majesty, I believe I should be responsible for this matter this time. The Food God has been in charge for many years. The immortals have likely grown tired of his food long ago."

"Good. Since you have volunteered, I have no reason to refuse. Go."

As soon as the dishes were served, the entire hall became lively.

"Eh, these dishes look pretty good this time."

"They're a little different from the last few times."

"Mmm, they taste good."

Hearing the immortals around him discussing the food, a smile appeared on the Jade Emperor's face. Then he shot the Food God a fierce glare.

"Good? How good can they be?" Monkey became restless again. He leaped onto the Eight Immortals' table and directly started grabbing food.

After tasting some, he wore an unhappy expression. "We've just had less of it lately. Isn't it still the same old stuff? No creativity."

After saying that, he jumped outside. Seeing his monkey children grabbing noodles, steamed buns, and pancakes, he snatched a piece, took one bite, and immediately spat it out. "Tastes bad, tastes bad!"

"Monkey's going to throw a tantrum."

"Yeah, when has he ever come without causing a scene? It's practically tradition!"

"To be honest, although these dishes have a few new tricks, they're still the same old routine. They really aren't creative."

"Keep it down. They changed things up a little, so it's better than before, right? We didn't come here for the food. We came for the Peaches of Immortality."

"That makes sense. What kind of dishes haven't we eaten? There are many human kingdoms in the Earthly Immortal Realm too. These dishes are only a little more refined. After all, the Kitchen God made them personally. The Food God seems to be in a difficult spot this year."

"It's already good enough. The Kitchen God and Food God are both top-tier god-chefs. Of course their food tastes exceptional."

"Even good food gets tiresome if you eat too much of it."

"Then eat less. Wait for the peaches later. Those are the real highlight."

Since ancient times, there had been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Hearing the discussions, the Food God's blood boiled. With a wave of his hand, a table appeared in the center of the hall. He strode up to it, took out a golden roast duck, and spun a carving knife rapidly in his palm. With a swipe of his right hand over the roast duck, slices of crisp, glistening duck meat flew out.

A rich aroma spread through the hall!