Tang Seng is a cook

Looking back at the monkey, good guy, he climbed the tree!When he was about to call him down, he suddenly remembered that Tang Seng had already finished naming Wukong, so he had to pretend to call: "Wukong, I have a wound on my head, so let's find a source of water for you and me. Eat the tiger meat and rest there, it will not be too late to go tomorrow."

Although tiger meat may not be delicious, but gluttons come to mind, Zhuang Fan is determined to die, no one can stop him!

The master wanted to eat at the tip, but the monkey scratched the back of his head: "Okay, just listen to the master!"What the master says is what.

Who let his reckless behavior startle the master?

Seeing that it was halfway through the sky, the monkey helped the Tang monk to mount his horse, picked up the luggage by himself, and carried a whole skinless, naked dead tiger. Zhuang Fan listened with gusto.

After walking for a while, Zhuang Fan dismounted when he saw a meandering stream in front of him. The two found a higher and flat place by the stream, and decided to sleep here tonight.

I ordered a horse post to tie the horse, and threw away the luggage. Zhuang Fan asked his apprentice to draw a circle with a golden cudgel to occupy the area, and left the horse to graze there by himself, so they walked around and followed the monkey. Carrying the tiger meat, I went to the stream with the guy.

The stream was fast and clear, and it was quite sweet when you took a sip of it. The water quality was quite good. Zhuang Fan was very happy. Pot cooking.

The golden cudgel turned into a knife that was too heavy. Zhuang Fan felt that he should not try to see if he could handle it. The Dragon King would not mess with such a magical weapon. If it hit him, he would go home without an arm or a leg?Or is Tang Seng missing arms and legs continuing his journey to the West?

So Zhuang Fan only asked the monkey to use the monkey hair to turn the sharp knife out of the cow's ear. He planned to practice cleaning the tiger meat, but seeing that the monkey was too weak, he drove him downstream to take a bath.

Zhuang Fan said: "Don't go back until every monkey hair is shiny!"

It happened that there were bath beans in the luggage, as well as Tang Seng’s change of clothes and socks and straw sandals. Zhuang Fan dug out a suit of clothes and a pair of straw sandals and gave them to the monkey. He was not allowed to wear the bloody tiger skin and kudzu vine. Even Zhuang Fan took his tiger skin out of his luggage and threw it far away without protesting.

Zhuang Fan touched the smooth and slippery tiger skin. It would be a pity to wear it like this without tanning it. Now he can only put it away and wait until he arrives in town tomorrow.

Putting the blood-stained tiger skin aside, Zhuang Fan returned to the stream and concentrated on processing the tiger bones.

Tiger meat is sour, whether it is grilled or stewed, it is particularly unpalatable without seasoning. Zhuang Fan looked at such fresh tiger meat, and could only lament the waste of food. One by one, they were shaved clean, left to dry, and then taken away.

If not to say that the chubby Yudi's body is too weak, Wukong rubbed himself inside and out three times, and used a bath bean to clean it up, and saw that he had indeed washed "every vellus hair is shining" "It was bright", and then went ashore to dry off, put on the master's clothes and shoes, and when he came back after somersaulting, Zhuang Fan was so tired that his brow was sweating, but he had only just been cut open by a tiger, and the internal organs were thrown into a ball. Not even a rib was cleaned.

Seeing that the monkey came back clean, the master immediately let it go, threw away the knife, ordered the apprentice to continue shaving the bones, and walked along the stream by himself.

There are many calamus growing beside the stream, Zhuang Fan saw it just now, and grabbed a few long leaves and came back.

Master's shoes are a bit big, and the figure of the monkey is small and exquisite. The feet are a circle smaller than the weak chicken master. The shoes don't fit well. Just now, I threw them several times when I turned somersaults. I asked Zhuang Fan to look at them. , can not be ignored.

But Zhuang Fan looked at the shoes under his feet, thought about his handicraft skills, and made two gestures. He felt that he was really not qualified for such a profound skill of weaving straw sandals, so he had to throw away the rubbed leaves. Just now I tore off two strips of cloth from the inner jacket that covered my head, twisted it to make two ropes, and used them as shoelaces, called the monkey to come over, tied him on the straw sandals, and tightened them to prevent them from falling off. Zhe can only think about it in the town.

The monkey packed up the tiger bones, and Zhuang Fan continued to wander around, intending to find some onion, garlic, mountain grapes and the like.

Still the same sentence, the conditions are simple, Sanzang, the imperial brother, obviously has little experience in outdoor life, the heaviest in the luggage is the Buddhist scriptures, the most gorgeous is the imperial cassock, and there are very few useful daily necessities, especially Zhuang Fan. !Without seasoning, any meat is unpalatable.

Fortunately, he grew up in the wild on the mountain when he was a child, and he was very familiar with these wild grasses and vegetables. He was lucky at the moment, probably blessed by the mountain god, but after a while, he found a nest of small wild onions and a small nest of wild garlic , and a handful of mushrooms, a handful of coriander, and some wild vegetables, mixed together, all brought back with the front placket.

On the way home, Zhuang Fan found a large piece of pepper trees in a small forest not far away. They all bore fruit, but they were still green. He picked one and threw it in his mouth. He happily grabbed a big branch, and almost got stabbed by the thorn inadvertently.

Back at the creek, the monkey had already picked all the bones clean, and even cleaned up the bones that the master had just gnawed like a dog. Even the tiger's head was hard to escape, and now it was white and clean. Neatly laid out on a bluestone slab next to the campsite, it was placed in the shape of a crouching tiger. The black eyes stared straight at it, probably trying to scare his weakling master into jumping.

But whoever is Zhuang Fan, he has seen whale frames and dinosaur frames that are much larger than this in museums.

Not only was Lao Zhuang not afraid, but he also went up to admire it with great interest for a while. The monkey looked at his master with a smile on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After the apprentice finished packing the tiger meat and picking the seasoning, Zhuang Fan was ready to start cooking.

Wukong squatted in front of the stove and said with a smile: "Master, let my grandson also help?"

"Okay!" Zhuang Fan agreed very happily, after thinking about it, he sent his disciples to collect a lot of dry firewood and come back. In addition to cooking, they also need to keep warm at night. If you don't set up a bonfire to keep warm, you might freeze to death in the middle of the night.

This matter is simply overkill. After a while, the apprentice came back with a lot of firewood. Zhuang Fan felt sorry for the great sage who had been under the mountain for 500 years. He praised him a few words, but he didn't restrain him. In front of the stove, start to concentrate on cooking.

He picked and picked from the pile of meat, found three or four pieces of meat that were slightly fatter, lit up a fire, and sizzled in a stone pot chiseled by monkeys, relying on some meat oil to come out.

The fresh peppercorns over there have been washed and dried. When the hot oil is poured on it, there is a sound of sizzling, and a scent rises into the air, which attracts the monkeys to come and smell it.

Zhuang Fan saw the monkey scratching his head and scratching his head with greed. Then he remembered that this guy drank copper juice and ate iron balls for 500 years. Corn, rice made a porridge for the monkey, and saw that there was biscuit food, so he took two and prepared to roast it on the fire.

Seeing that the monkey was really hungry and the food was not ready, Zhuang Fan sent him to pick some fruits so that he would not have to stare at the rice cooker and make him very nervous.

After the monkey left, Zhuang Fan got some slightly tender wild vegetables and ate them with pepper oil and salt after blanching.

Thinking about it, Wukong once went to the world to eat noodles. It doesn’t matter if you drink rice porridge. Millet nourishes the stomach. Mr. Zhuang, a graduate of the Yangshengtang, was thinking while cooking.

One of the two monks in the barren mountains had just jumped out of the earth, and had nothing but the murder weapon on him. Zhuang Fan searched through Tang Seng's luggage, and found a small bag of green salt, note: for brushing teeth.

It can be said that they don't have any seasoning except the shallots and garlic he picked just now.

As for the tableware, Tang Seng only has a purple gold bowl from Huazhai, not even a pair of chopsticks.

As for the purple gold bowl, it looks golden, especially luxurious and high-grade, but it is dead heavy. After serving a meal, I am afraid that the wrist will be broken. Zhuang Fan held it upside down in his hand and decided to use it tonight. It is Wukong's lunch box. The wall of the bowl is thick, and it is not afraid of burning your hands when you use it to eat porridge.Besides, the monkey is afraid of being hot?

Making full use of wild onions and garlic, and wondering if he could get rid of the smell of tiger meat, Zhuang Fan flipped a piece of tiger meat, sniffed the smell of meat that gradually emanated from the air, sighed, homesick , thinking of supermarkets, Taobao, picnic cookers, ovens, and various dipping sauces...

If I ate tiger meat tonight and called my sister Guanyin to come home smoothly, it would be considered an adventure, but I don’t know if there will be any compensation for mistakes, nothing else, as long as I can let myself take that Just bring one or two tiger bones home, without making a fuss, secretly make wine at home, and mail it home to your father every year. These tiger bones from the Tang Dynasty are not very effective in treating rheumatism and cold legs? ...

Thinking well, suddenly there was a sound of piercing through the air, two puffs, Zhuang Fan jumped!