"The thing you need to understand about the old legends is that the story is never finished. There maybe no pages left to turn, but there is always more to the journey. Rising from the Netherworld, the Demon Bull King attacked. No one could stop him, no one could resist. No one except...the legendary Monkey King.
The Monkey King used his magical staff to pick up a nearby mountain. He trapped the Demon Bull King underneath it. The Monkey King sealed the mountain with the staff that no other being could wield, trapping the Demon Bull King forever. With the battle won, the Monkey King vanished, never to be seen again. Legend says the staff still lies on top of that mountain, the one thing keeping our world from certain destruction. And with the Demon Bull King gone, civilization was able to advance into the amazing city we now live in. A world of elegant cultures, gentle loving people, a city brimming with five-star cuisine, and all because of the Monkey King."
Inside a small noodle shop, A man with slicked back black hair and glasses sat on a stool. He wore a red mei fan outfit with a white shirt and red scarf along with his black boots.
Across from him sat a young girl with spiky dark brown hair held up with a red bandana, honey brown eyes sparkling in awe. She wore an opened button up work uniform with a regular white T-shirt underneath, red jeans and black and white tennis shoes.
The young brunette exclaimed. "Oh, that's so good! Monkey King's so cool! He's so strong and handsome-" Posing as she punctuated with that last sentence.
The gentleman known as Mr. Tang chuckles wholeheartedly, interrupting the teen. "Oh, MK. And you thought you knew all the Monkey King stories." MK interjected. "Oh, but I do. I got his whole life documented extensively in this unauthorized autobiography of Monkey King."
She pulls out a red book, showing the cover of a small doodle of himself and monkey king as well as a small sticker. "Written and illustrated by yours truly. Like how he's born from a stone, and live behind a waterfall with his sweet little baby monkey friends! And- and- and oh!" MK's excitement was interrupted again, as Tang picked up the scattered pages that fell from the book.
"It's nice to know someone is taking in all these stories, pearls of wisdom dripping from my lips." He smiled, ruffling her hair and then clears his throat, hazel eyes now focused on the brown haired teen. "Well, you know the deal. One story, One free bowl of Jajangmyeon, hm?"
MK, too distracted with her book, she looks up at Tang with a hum of confusion, before gasping in realization. "Huh? Oh right, free noodles! Yep, on it. How heavy do you think a mountain is? Compare to like—" MK went to ask the scholar a question, she quickly moving back as a wooden spoon flung towards MK.
"Free Noodles!?"
The bowl of noodles MK had been holding was flung into the air, quickly snatched by a rather angry demon pig, wearing a chef's uniform.
"NOBODY GET'S A FREE MEAL AT PIGSY'S! I AIN'T RUNNING A CHARITY HERE, TANG!" He yelled at him.
Tang sweat-dropped, smiling sheepishly at the demon and bopping him on the nose. "Ah, but Pigsy my sweet, I was paying with wisdom." He replied, making the Pig Demon roll his eyes.
"Well wisdom doesn't pay the rent, you freeloader!" Pigsy yells, looking at the delivery girl with a frown. "And you, young lady! You've been slacking off all morning! I've got a dozen orders that need to go out, so quit slacking and get packing!"
The frown on MK's face turned upside down into a nervous smile, "Yeah, actually.." she spoke, refusing to make eye contact with Pigsy. "I was just about to take my break, so~....."
