"None of us have the ability to read minds, and the dish was named by your Master," said the Immortal Official. "Even if we can't guess it correctly, you can't blame us."
The Immortal, who had just been scolded by Sun Wukong, felt somewhat aggrieved, "It's just a dish, no need to yell so loudly."
"Wukong, if you have something to say, you should speak nicely, you can't curse at people."
Maitreya Buddha couldn't stand by and watch any longer. This farce had been going on for such a long time without coming to an end. At first, he thought that perhaps some Buddhist Disciple had offended Sun Wukong, but now it seemed that that wasn't the case.
Just what on earth did Sun Wukong want to do? He looked like someone who was trying to hold in a fart, but at the same time, it was impossible to guess what he actually wanted to accomplish.