"This Palace bid you to develop new dishes, and after several days of research, this is all you've come up with?"
"There will be numerous immortals attending the Flat Peach Festival. Do you intend to make them scoff at my hospitality?" the Queen Mother said with a cold snort.
"Little Immortal wouldn't dare!" The two hurriedly knelt in panic.
With a flick of her resplendent sleeve, the Queen Mother proceeded toward the back garden, supported by her handmaidens.
"If you cannot develop a dish that satisfies me before the Flat Peach Festival, the positions of the God of Cookery and the Kitchen God may very well be open for replacement."
Seeing that the Queen Mother's figure was no longer in sight, the two rose to their feet.
The God of Cookery nudged the Kitchen God, querying, "Kitchen God, what should we do?"
