บท 530: Chapter Three Hundred Ninety: The Taste of Intestine Rolls

Sorrow Sake, this was the alcohol Chen Ze had obtained from Mephisto. Chen Ze felt that rather than calling it alcohol, it would be more appropriate to call it pure ethanol, and it was extremely strong at that.

"Should I use it... But Sun Wukong is the Conqueror Buddha, will this drink be effective?" Chen Ze was a bit tangled because, according to Sun Wukong's illustrious battle record, this was the one who only got drunk after consuming a lot of immortal wine, which was simply terrifying.

"Forget it, let's try it. Meanwhile, I'll make a chocolate fantasy cake, then a beer duck, followed by a serving of chicken oil rice, and then pair it with Sorrow Sake... Incidentally, I'll also use Elizabeth to marinate a rack of ribs, and make fried ribs." Chen Ze quickly decided what exactly he was going to prepare today.

If Sun Wukong still wouldn't get drunk after this, then Chen Ze had no other recourse.