Chen Nuo finally took notice of the sign on the table and smiled, "Probably he didn't have enough time to leave the kitchen and thought of using chicken wings to replace the tea."
In fact, if Xuan Feng hadn't lost his temper on the spot, even the chicken wings wouldn't be available; they would just be left waiting.
But Nuwa was too embarrassed to tell Chen Nuo that she had just arrived and Xuan Feng had burst into a fiery rage at someone—not just in anger, but with real flames—so she glossed over it with an awkward smile.
By now, Xuan Feng had also finished the chicken wings and was sitting with tea, perfectly poised.
Chen Nuo had no idea what their visit was about and really thought they came to cook, yet even for Nuwa, he couldn't break the rules of the place.
"Sorry, you didn't make a reservation before coming, and I'm expecting guests soon, so I won't have time to cook. If you want to eat, wait until Wukong is done, and he can cook for you."