Now, Wukong and Bajie came to question Ao Tu.
Ao Tu smiled. "I am, after all, the lord of the Yellow River. What harm is there in indulging my appetite and eating some fine food? Does that really warrant the Great Sage and the Marshal coming to question me in person?"
Wukong said, "There is nothing wrong with eating well, but you are doing it in full view of everyone, and you alone are eating fine food. Right or wrong, people are bound to talk."
Bajie stared at the dishes. "Exactly. Everyone else is eating bland rice porridge and vegetable soup, while the fragrance here assails the nostrils. How is that right?"
Hearing this, Ao Tu raised his hand and conjured two sets of bowls and chopsticks. "Great Sage, Marshal Tianpeng, why not sit down and have some?"
Wukong said, "Who wants your food?"
Bajie said, "Then Old Pig won't stand on ceremony!"
Wukong grabbed Bajie by the ear. "Idiot, didn't you just say we shouldn't do this?"
Bajie said, "Our dragon brother has been casting spells to build the bridge and working hard all day. It is only right and proper for him to eat something good now. Who would dare object?"
Ao Tu smiled. "Well said, Marshal! That deserves a toast!"
Grinning, Bajie raised his wine.
Wukong laughed and scolded, "You idiot."
Ao Tu said, "Please sit down too, Great Sage."
Wukong took out a Glass Bowl. "There's no hurry to eat. I see you have quite a few dishes here. May I take some to my master first?"
Ao Tu said, "I would never dare neglect the holy monk. Please invite him to join us."
Wukong said, "My master is thin-skinned. If we invite him, he certainly won't come. It would be better if I took some