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Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through Master Zhenyuan's mind, and he almost started applauding his own cleverness, but luckily, he still had some sense and forcefully bit his lower lip to hold himself back.
Yes, that must be it—the dish must look the same both inside and out, but Chef Wukong surely would tell those from Buddhism that the dish was actually different.
Chef Wukong had always been an overbearing character; such a scheme was definitely within his means.
Thinking of this, Master Zhenyuan couldn't help but laugh softly again.
Sun Wukong's trick was indeed too mischievous. If those Buddhists knew they were eating meat dishes, the expressions on those baldy's faces would be priceless.
Yang Jian looked at Master Zhenyuan as if he was looking at a crazy person, his expressions alternating between confusion and amusement, obviously not brooding over anything good.