Sun Wukong slapped the spoon out of the God of Cookery's hand, "I've already told you it's not ready, it's not ready, what are you doing?"
"Hehe, I just wanted to taste it."
The God of Cookery smiled sheepishly, "Chef Wukong, what dish is this? How many more hours before it's ready?"
"This, uh..."
Sun Wukong didn't want to tell him just yet. If the God of Cookery told the other immortals, and the name of the dish was so ambiguous, wouldn't he be denounced by the disciples of Buddhism before it was even finished? That would ruin the big plan his master had set up.
"Go on, get out of here!" Sun Wukong waved his hand to shoo the God of Cookery away, "You can't even make a few dishes for old Sun when I ask you to fill in for me with the Kitchen God. There's no need to tell you anything else. Get moving, off you go!"
"Oi, Chef Wukong, I'm not as skilled as you, isn't that to be expected?"