His companion's eyes slowly widened, incredulous as he looked at the Buddhist disciple, "Are you insane?!"
The Buddhist disciple quickly shushed him and motioned for him to be quiet.
The companion lowered his voice, "Do you realize that what you're doing is breaking your vows? You could be expelled from Buddhism for this!"
"I don't plan on eating it; I just want to smell it again. Are you coming or not?"
After a moment of thought, the companion's eyes gradually hardened with resolution, "I'm in!"
"Chef Wukong, did you gather us here just to tell us the name of a dish?"
The Immortal Officials, having just attended the Buddhist feast, were supposed to return to their posts. However, no sooner had they returned to their quarters and taken a short rest, than Sun Wukong called them back.
"Yeah, Chef Wukong, since you're going to tell us the name of this dish, you could've just told us verbally. Why bother calling us here? Who's responsible if this delays our work?"