Tang Seng is a cook

Can't say, can't say.

The shame is too high, really!

Zhuang Fan didn't make a sound, but Liu Er put his arms around his neck, protruding his head and showing off to Wukong: "My name is Mao Mao!"

The monkey walked behind the master, made a face at the little hairy monkey, and thought, he lost a lot of weight, so he can't bear to bully him, forget it.

At this time, Bajie had already prepared the meal.

On the dining table, there was steaming millet porridge, a large bowl of equally golden pumpkin pie, and a table of lush green vegetables.

Before they were on the road, they discussed what they would like for the evening. The pumpkin pancakes had been steamed long ago, so they were ready to be fried. The dishes were all kinds of garlic and green vegetables.

The main reason is that Bajie has learned this dish from his master: minced garlic.

It's simple, fast, convenient, and the taste is not bad, so as long as he is in charge of the spoon, the table is full of green, it's all this.

When Zhuang Fan brought the two little monkeys over, Hong Ye was crying and crying, clutching the chopsticks, lying there crying: "I want meat! I want meat! I want meat! I want meat!"

Including Hong Hai'er, everyone ignored him.

Anyway, Hongye is just talking about it, and when it's time to eat, it still eats a lot.

Seeing Zhuang Fan walking slowly, Hong Ye raised her face, with a bitter face, she said very aggrieved: "Uncle, have you noticed that I look very much like a wolf in the wild?"

Zhuang Fan sat down next to Wuyou, put the six ears between himself and Wukong, and said slowly, "Oh? How should I say it?"

Hongye protested: "Have you never seen it? My eyes are green from eating green vegetables! How is it different from those hungry wolves!"

Zhuang Fan gave Liu Er the chopsticks, seeing that he was holding them securely, he let him eat by himself, shook his head and said, "I didn't see it, but I saw it, you look like another kind of animal."

Seeing that Zhuang Fan moved his chopsticks, Hong Ye picked up a pumpkin pie and asked casually, "What?"

Everyone held their breath, only to hear Zhuang Fan say: "Greedy cat!"

Liu Er drank the warm millet porridge into his mouth, ah, so the porridge is like this, soft and warm, slippery, not the same taste as fruit.

He looked aside suspiciously, and asked Wukong who was squatting under the table trembling, "You want to squat on the ground to eat?"

Zhuang Fan shook his head helplessly, a low smile is also a disease, and it needs to be cured.

Everyone finished laughing and began to eat. Sure enough, Hongye was very disgusted, and he didn't stop him from eating at all. As he ate, he even praised Bajie, "Xiaopang's craftsmanship is good! Xiaopang's craftsmanship is great!"

The little fool Bajie was flattered by the praise, Zhuang Fan couldn't laugh or cry, picked up a chopstick and stood up and put it into the red leaf bowl, saying: "You can't stop your mouth even if you eat!"

This guy finally stopped talking.

Zhuang Fan took out a boiled egg, beat it on the table to break the egg shell, cleaned it, put it in a small six-eared bowl, and stirred it for him, and put some sauce to mix it.

Liu Er just stared at his golden millet porridge, which turned into a strange color in the blink of an eye.

Zhuang Fan stroked his stunned little head and said, "Taste it, see if you like it?" If he didn't like it, he took it and ate it himself.

And handed the little monkey a pumpkin pie.

Liu Er held the pumpkin pie, stared at the porridge bowl in a daze, he wanted to say that he didn't like it, the color reminded him of something not so good.

But the next moment, he saw that the monkey next to him also took out an egg, smashed it into pieces, picked it up, threw it into a bowl, added sauce, stirred it, and then started to eat it.

At the same time, everyone at the table was banging eggs, and the man in red even cracked two eggs and doubled the sauce!

Seeing that everyone had a mouthful of porridge and a mouthful of pancakes, Liu Er squinted his eyes. He thought about it, hesitantly, leaned closer to the porridge bowl, and sniffed it.

It seems that there is no strange smell.

He clumsily picked up a mouthful of porridge with his chopsticks.

Rough millet grains, mixed with delicate egg yolks, and Genjiujiu egg whites, rich sauce flavor, is different from pure millet porridge, delicious taste!

Liu Er took another bite of the pumpkin pie, the outside was crispy, waxy and soft, and still sweet!

His eyes widened!Much sweeter than the taste of fruit!

He stared blankly at the milky yellow slurry slowly flowing out of the pumpkin pie, and carefully licked it with his tongue. It was a bit hot to the mouth, but it was even sweeter.

"It's so sweet." He whispered.

He had only tasted something so sweet after being stung by a bee.

Zhuang Fan rubbed him and said, "Maomao eat slowly, be careful not to burn it."

Liu Er ate porridge and cakes, Zhuang Fan was afraid that his arms would be short, so he put a small plate in front of him to help him pick up vegetables.

Hongye was on the opposite side of the table, while drinking the porridge Xilihulu, while secretly watching over with her eyes.

After watching for a while, he poked Ba Xiaodai, who was concentrating on eating, with his arm, and whispered, "Fatty, look at them!"

Bajie raised his head blankly: "Who are you two?"

After reading it, he poked the second senior brother next to him, the second senior brother went to poke the younger junior brother, and the red boy on Hongye's head went to poke Wu Wang again, so everyone at the table, except Zhuang Fan, was all looking at Wu Kong and Liu Er Have a meal.

A mouthful of porridge, a mouthful of cake, a mouthful of vegetables, licking the corners of the mouth, another mouthful of porridge, a mouthful of cakes, a mouthful of vegetables, licking the corners of the mouth...

Exactly the same rhythm, exactly the same posture, exactly the same demeanor...

Zhuang Fan ate and ate, and suddenly saw that the children were strangely silent, he raised his head, startled, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Do not eat together in a daze?

Wu You tugged at his sleeve on his left side, Zhuang Fan lowered his head with doubts on his face: "Huh?"

Wuyou said: "Father, take a look." The little chin raised his chin and signaled.

Zhuang Fan glanced to the right, he was amused first, he thought it was Xiaomaotou who was learning Wukong, but just looking at it, he also saw that something was wrong, Xiaomaotou concentrated on eating and didn't look at Wukong at all, how could he be learning?

Obviously, the two gods are in sync!

At this time, Wukong also felt that something was wrong. He raised his eyes to look at everyone, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing? Did I get rice grains on my face?"

He reached out and touched his face.

Strangely, when Wukong was speaking, Xiao Maotou raised his eyes just in time, glanced at the same thing, with a surprised expression, and reached out to touch his face.

Hongye couldn't help shivering, looked at Zhuang Fan and said, "Master, I think you need to have a heart-to-heart talk with my brother!" Isn't this Wukong's illegitimate son?

Zhuang Fan also found it strange, he also understood Hong Ye's hint at once, but he still said: "Stop talking nonsense!"

He greeted everyone again, "Hurry up and eat, it's getting cold!"

The children are all speechless, the summer...

After eating in a while, because today is Bajie's cooking, Xiaopangdai can stroll around to digest the food when he is full, and it is Wuyou and Honghai'er's turn to wash the dishes.

Wu Wang put the water away, rubbed the two little Taoist boys, and said, "Don't fight, if the dishes and bowls are broken, Master will be very fierce!"

The two little people nodded obediently, and said with a smile on their faces: "I know, second senior brother!"

"Understood, uncle!"

Wu Wang said: "Good boy." He also wandered off to see the little hairy monkey!

Everyone was gone, the two meatballs glared at each other, in a blink of an eye, one of them hugged a big wooden basin, the chubby pouted his buttocks, and started to wash!

Whoever washes uncleanly, washes slowly, or breaks the dishes will lose!

Can't lose!

For fame!

The two childish ghosts were working here, and they didn't go far. The dining table was removed, the small stools were put away, and the rocking chairs were put out. They sat in a circle around the campfire, dazed.

Originally, Zhuang Fan made this kind of rocking chair, and everyone took turns to lie down. When Hongye saw it, he wanted it too. Zhuang Fan gave him the blueprint. I don't know where I got more than a dozen of them, and I still have a spare one.

Ask him where he got it, but he doesn't say anything, but his face is full of complacency.

Bajie shook it for a while, looked at the starry sky for a long time, felt bored, took out a bag of chestnuts, and asked, "Who will eat it?"

Wukong lazily said: "I will definitely eat it when it is cooked, let's bake it!"

Bajie had a good time, got up from the reclining chair, buried the chestnuts that had been opened in the charcoal fire, took a small stool by himself, and watched carefully.

After a while, the charcoal fire crackled and the aroma came out, and the red leaves yelled, "It's ripe, it's ripe, don't take it out to paste!"

It happened that Hong Hai'er came back from washing dishes with Wu You, seeing his master's hopeless appearance, Hong Hai'er said to Ba Jie with a smirk, "Third Master Uncle, throw one to my Master!"

Bajie wanted to say that he had to wait for a while, but after hearing what Honghaier said, he took a firewood stick, carefully pulled out one, and flicked it with a "咻".

The red leaves were not afraid of being hot, so they picked them up empty-handed, took a taste of them, and then yelled, "It's not ripe!"

After hearing this, everyone thought in their hearts, "Oh, I'm so angry, I can't beat him!"

When the chestnuts were ripe, the children immediately cheered and came over to eat the chestnuts together. Only Liu Er lay obediently in Zhuang Fan's arms without moving.

It's already very comfortable to eat, and I can't eat any more, he said to himself.

Liu Er didn't want to burst his belly at all.

Seeing the young monk holding him with his eyes closed quietly, with a peaceful expression, he couldn't help feeling a little sleepy, couldn't help shrinking into Zhuang Fan's creaking nest, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

The children were playing happily, Wukong took the time to look up and saw that the master was holding the little monkey slowly rocking on the recliner, as if he had fallen asleep, so he stood up and went to get a blanket for Zhuang Fan.

The monkey tiptoed over with the blanket in his arms, put the blanket on the two of them lightly, and then looked at the master to see if he was awakened by himself, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned around and said, "Shut up!"

Ji Xiao suddenly turned her head and saw the senior brother stretching out his index finger to check the master's breath, he couldn't help but turn pale with fright, dropped the chestnut, and came over to have a look.

Wuyou was younger, leaned close to Zhuang Fan, and asked in a low voice, "Elder brother, what's the matter?"

The monkey touched his own forehead, then touched the teacher's forehead, and said, "I don't have a fever, I just fell asleep? But why do I feel that something is wrong?"

Wu Wang couldn't hold back, and pushed Zhuang Fan's arm slightly: "Master? Master?" He called out twice softly.

Didn't wake up.

Master has always been light-headed, afraid of them kicking the quilt at night, afraid of them falling under the bed, always has an endless worry, usually a little movement can wake him up, but today, no matter how Wu Wang called him, he still fell asleep deeply , without a sound.

Hong Ye had just picked up Hong Boy by the campfire, and was squeezed outside. At this moment, she grabbed Wu Wang by the collar and said, "What are you yelling, let me see!"

Seeing the red leaves, Wukong felt a little more at ease, and hurriedly said: "Brother, take a look, is my master too tired and fast asleep?"

It should be a few days ago, too tired from shopping, right?

The monkey looked at Hongye eagerly, Hongye swept Zhuang Fan inside and out, and said strangely: "When did the uncle get the purple energy on my body?"

Stretching out his hand to grab the wisp of purple air, he missed it. The purple air was originally surrounding Zhuang Fan's body. Seeing Hong Ye coming to grab it, he quickly slipped in along Zhuang Fan's mouth and nose, and never saw it again. No more showing up!

Hongye let out an annoyed "Oops", slapped her thigh, and said, "It's a bad dish!"

Wukong grabbed his arm and said, "What's the matter? Tell me quickly!" His face was full of anxiety, and the younger ones also looked at him together.

Hongye said dejectedly: "It's not a bad thing for my uncle! Somehow he was contaminated with a ray of primordial purple energy, and now he has entered the state of turtle's breath and is refining it!"

The monkey didn't believe it, and said, "Then what do you say about bad food?"

Hongye cried and said: "My primordial purple energy is given to all creatures by the way of heaven. If your master is contaminated this time, he owes karma. Who knows how to pay it back?"

The monkey put his heart back half-half, and said: "It's not a problem. I heard that Master is a good man of ten generations. I don't know how much merit he has. Could it be that he can't bear a purple qi? It's just that he is like this. How long? After all, he has a mortal body, how can he practice like a fairy, and if he continues for a long time, won't he starve to death?"

Hongye said with a sad face: "I don't think it will be short, that purple air looks quite big!"

The monkey got angry: "Brother, you are so confused, how can you throw away the purple qi, and let my master rub it away like a mortal? Where did you put the purple qi?"

Hongye was very aggrieved: "I didn't say that my uncle robbed me! The purple air is one with me, and it only blooms when it rains on my leaves."

Wu Wang heard it, and at this moment he said slowly and suspiciously: "Brother, every time you attach so much importance to your basin of bath water..."

Hongye groaned, jumped up and ran to the barrel to have a look, then burst into tears, asking, "Why did I spill the water?"

With a wave of his hand, he quickly collected the rest.

The monkey really knew about this. He pointed to the little monkey nestled in the arms of the master, and said: "At that time, he pushed the master, and the master hit the barrel of your brother, and his head was poured over." Bathwater!"

After hearing this, Hongye walked over to the rocking chair next to Zhuang Fan and collapsed, pretending to be dead, and wailing: "Why is it so small!"

If it wasn't pouring on Baihui acupoint, how could this majestic purple energy enter Zhuang Fan's body so easily!

After YouQi finished watering, the holy monk took another bath and rinsed himself in clean water.

The body is clean, the pores are clear, and the purple qi loves cleanliness the most. Can you not walk back and forth in Tang Seng's body and push the mud out to play!

Hongye said weakly: "Wukong, your master took a bath today, did you complain that you are particularly dirty?"

The monkey said strangely: "Why do you think of asking this? Yes, the master said that it was too hot, and the whole road was dusty, sweaty and muddy. He almost peeled off three layers of skin today..."

Hongye was bouncing on the recliner and wailing: "Fart! That's the primordial purple qi washing his scriptures and cutting his marrow! Aww, my purple qi..."

Usually, when taking a bath, not so much purple qi comes out. It's not that the weather is hot today, he sweats a lot, and the purple qi is three or four times as usual!

Hong Haier covered his master's mouth and said: "Master, anyway, I gave it to grandpa! Don't feel bad, it happens that you always said that you couldn't pay for the meal, grandpa abused you and didn't give you meat, now you put Zi I'm angry with grandpa, so why don't you want to eat and ask grandpa for anything in the future?"

Hongye's eyes were wide open, thinking that the apprentice's elbow was about to come back, sobbing in her throat, she covered her face with her sleeve, pretending to be dead.

Zhuang Fan couldn't sleep since then.

The monkey carried the master back to the tent that night, held the little monkey by himself, and guarded it all night. When he opened his eyes the next day, he found that the master was still deeply asleep, and his breathing was very long and thin.

After three days like this, the monkey was afraid that the master would get sores while lying down, so he turned and wiped Zhuang Fan's body every day. As a result, he could rub off a lot of dirt every day, and Zhuang Fan also lost weight.

The monkey asked Bajie to cook rice soup for the master, and added salt and sugar, but he couldn't feed it. Hongye advised, "Eating is useless, don't feed it."

Monkey glared at him, Hongye sighed, and said, "It's my fault for being sloppy! Don't be angry, uncle Shi is really fine, just wake up!"

The monkey twitched and said: "Look at this, skinny, starved to death before waking up!"

Hongye knocked him on the head, "I said to wash the scriptures and cut the marrow, wash the scriptures and cut the marrow!"

The monkey sighed, and said to himself that it is what you say.

Tang Seng and his disciples suddenly stopped on the westward road, the auspicious clouds in the mid-air floated still, and Zhu Tian couldn't see the detailed scene, so he couldn't help feeling anxious.

The Jade Emperor and Tathagata frowned, discussed it, and decided to ask Guanyin to have a look and find out.

So Avalokitesvara returned home, just came out of the bath, received the Tathagata's decree, and hurriedly descended to the realm again.

When they got to the place, Guanyin took a look, but didn't move. The refining of this purple energy will not stop until the end.

The monkey looked at the Bodhisattva pitifully and asked, "Is it true that my master will not starve to death?"

He really can't trust his brother, it seems unreliable.

Guanyin sighed, and said, "After refining the primordial purple qi, he can be regarded as the body of the Taiyi Golden Immortal. Whoever starves to death, your master will be alive and kicking! Don't worry!"

He patted his shoulder and sat next to Zhuang Fan.

At a glance, he looked at the six ears holding Zhuang Fan's arm. At this time, the little monkey was still the same as Wukong when he was a child. Guanyin was taken aback when he saw it. He looked at the little monkey, then at Wukong, and said, "Your son?"

Wukong's face was crooked, and he wondered who I would have such a big son with, and said angrily, "My brother!"

Guanyin clicked her tongue and said: "If you have a brother and a brother, your life is worth it!"

Liu Er ignored the two of them. These days, he always felt that he had brought bad luck to Tang Seng. He left the camp, found some remote hills, hid secretly and cried, but every time he cried in the middle, he would magically Was found by Wukong.

When Avalokitesvara came, Liu Er stayed for a while, seeing that the Bodhisattva did not wake up Tang Seng, he was very desperate, and secretly left again.

He thought, if he walked farther away, maybe Master Tang would wake up.

As a result, before the smoker took a few steps, the back of the neck was caught. The big monkey hugged the little monkey and said angrily, "I'm busy, please save me a little worry! What are you running around for?"

He ran back like a gust of wind and put him beside Zhuang Fan again.

The little monkey sat there, tears streaming down his face: "Is it possible that I am the lone star of the gods? I specialize in killing people?"

He saw from mortals that whenever there is an accident in the family, illness, disaster, or bad years, someone will always be scolded like this, and the most unlucky ones are often those children who were just born that year.

Although Liu Er didn't understand, they were so small, how could they "prevent" those adults.

Everyone in the tent poohed him: "Fart!"

Liu Er burst into tears, clutching her little buttocks and said, "I didn't!"

Bajie said in his heart that there is someone who believes in fate, he pulled him over, hugged the little monkey in his arms, wiped his tears, and said: "Brother has learned Taoism and knows everything, brother will tell you a fortune!"

Liu Er nodded, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and said, "I don't have hexagram resources."

Bajie and the others laughed, and said, "The little one knows quite a lot."

Bajie flicked his little tears, and said: "This golden bean is considered money! Maomao, when and what month were you born?"

Liu Er shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

Bajie said: "I don't know, let me see your face!"

Liu Er obediently raised his face and asked Ba Jie to look at it, his face was full of anticipation and fear at the same time.

Bajie glanced at him and said: "Oh, it seems that you are looking at the big brother, always wanting to play his affairs on you when you grow up, always worrying that you will also go to trouble the Heavenly Palace, I can't see anything !"

Liu Er hurriedly said: "I don't look like this! I am like this!"

When he wiped his face, he actually grew six ears. Ba Jie was stunned when he saw it, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you very good ears?"

Liu Erdao: "Yes, I am good at listening and can check everything."

Avalokitesvara just focused on Zhuang Fan and didn't pay attention to these little ones. When she heard this, she felt a thump in her heart. She raised her head, looked at the little monkey sitting on Bajie's lap with her back to him, and murmured: "Six ears?"

The little monkey turned his head in a daze, and said, "Did you call me?"