"Ask away, my old Sun has allowed you to ask," Sun Wukong laughed. "And everyone present, if you have any questions, don't be stingy with your curiosity. Don't go back later and complain that my old Sun did something wrong or was lacking."
"No, no, there's nothing to ask," the Immortal Official waved his hand dismissively.
"Ask!" Sun Wukong roared angrily.
Trembling, the Immortal Official looked at his companions. They all gazed back with sympathy, but not a single one stood up for him. Gritting his teeth, he finally asked, "Wukong, Chef Wukong, why does this dish have such a name?"
The question hit the nail on the head, as everyone was most curious about the name of the dish.
"You actually dared to ask," Sun Wukong chuckled again.
Wasn't it you who asked me to ask? The Immortal Official complained inwardly but shrunk back a bit in person, "If you don't want to say, it's okay, I was just asking casually."