Sun Wukong's ears ached from Master Zhenyuan's shout, so he scratched his ears and then asked, "What's the matter? Is there a problem?"
"Isn't this a problem?" Master Zhenyuan pointed at the rows of small bowls on the table, "You've named it 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall,' doesn't that explain the issue?"
"I must clarify, I didn't come up with 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.' It was my master who named it," Sun Wukong corrected Master Zhenyuan's words.
"Even if it was your master who named it, it cannot be called 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall'!" Master Zhenyuan pointed outside, "Are you a monkey or just outrageously bold? Do you know who is sitting out there?"
"I know." Sun Wukong fished something out from his ear, "They are all here to eat the dishes prepared by yours truly, right? I cook, they eat, how could there be a problem?"
"The problem is too big. If those bald monks learn the name of this dish, they won't beat you up only because they're being kind."