❝LET'S GO AND STEAL SOME FLOWERS!❞ [nezha x m!reader] love is a difficult emotion; at least he has all of eternity to figure it out, right?
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CHAPTER 10 — CHEESE TEA
❝KEEPING COUNT OF THE FLOWERS THAT GO!❞
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"TO BE HONEST, I wouldn't say you missed too much over these past few centuries," Iron Fan said, lifting a porcelain teacup to her lips. "I suppose you would be curious as to how that simian got a successor in the first place, considering Wukong never tells us much. Well, that, and my dear doesn't get on his good side most of the time."
"Is there a reason Wukong came out of retirement?"
"Hmmm. As far as I know, yes. That troublesome kid... I think he grew a liking to him. Something about that noodle boy was special to Wukong, though I can't see it."
Nezha nodded. "MK is a good kid. I have my own thoughts about his mentor, but his heart is in the right place."
"That fanboy was a hindrance in many of our plans." Iron Fan rolled her eyes and took a sip of her tea.
"The first encounter we ever had, he barged in with a delivery of noodles, wielded the Monkey King's staff, and then disappeared. Doesn't he understand the meaning of privacy? Clearly, he was intruding on personal family matters.
"We later met again on the Flaming Mountains, much to my chagrin. Like his mentor, he doesn't seem to know when to give up."
Well, that doesn't seem to be... a bad thing? Most of the time?
"And I assume the rest is history?"
She gave a curt nod. "My son seems to have a knack for getting in scuffles with that kid and the rest of his friends. He took over the weather station, participated in a race, and my husband took over Megapolis for a bit—"
"Hold on a minute, you can't just—"
"—and then he sold street food during New Year's with Red Son. I think they should've added more than just five levels of spice, but Red Son said something along the lines, 'We're trying to reform, mother, we need to start off with something milder for the mortals!' Whatever that means. Personally, I think these mortals should be able to handle it, considering that whole television broadcast with the spicy sauces."
"...You know what," he sighed. "I won't even question it. If I recall correctly, New Year's was the day mortals and demons came into the Celestial Realm."
"Hm? Oh, yes. I should visit that place again sometime soon. I do miss wandering the Heavenly Orchard at times."
His eyes softened. "Yeah. I hope you can visit one day."
"The events after New Year's were the same as usual. I quite enjoyed my time as a judge during that one Food War, considering one of the contestants could actually cook. Perhaps I should make my own hand-pulled noodles in the future. And... you know the rest."
