Zhu Bajie was right; although Master Zhenyuan had captured everyone and confined them here, he was still an elder, so he couldn't let everyone go hungry, could he?
Therefore, when noon arrived, Qingfeng Taoist Boy and Mingyue Taoist Child did indeed bring over food.
After reciting an incantation, the ropes binding Jiang Liu and the others automatically loosened, and they called Jiang Liu and the rest over for the meal.
"Hey, Qingfeng lad, the food was made by you guys again, wasn't it?" Sun Wukong, although seated at the dining table, showed no intention of picking up his chopsticks. Looking at the notably undercooked rice in his bowl, he spoke up.
Currently, the only ones in Wuzhuang Temple were Master Zhenyuan, along with the two Taoist boys, Qingfeng and Mingyue. With Master Zhenyuan in a fit of anger, naturally, he was not going to cook for everyone at this time. Therefore, the task of cooking had obviously fallen upon Qingfeng and Mingyue.
