Guide to raising cubs in westbound [Journey to the West]

Xiao Shitou met Zhu Bajie's smiling face, but remembered that he had to shave his own hair before, and turned his head away and said, "Second senior brother is also bad!"

Monkey King immediately looked at Zhu Bajie and laughed when he heard the words, obviously with a hint of ridicule.

"Hey, why am I broken?" Zhu Bajie reluctantly reached out to squeeze him, but Monkey King stopped him.

"Let's go quickly." Seeing them stop in place, Tang Seng reminded.

When Xiao Shitou heard his voice, he immediately opened his hands and said, "I want Master to hug~"

"If you have the ability, don't ask my grandson to hold him later!" Sun Wukong saw that he was protecting him from Zhu Bajie, but he didn't want to hold him by himself, and handed him to Tang Seng's arms angrily.

The little guy was sitting on the horseback and sticking out his tongue mischievously at him, and when he raised his hand to knock over, he immediately shrank his neck and shouted in a childish voice: "Little white horse, run away~"

The white dragon horse cooperated with him, and immediately carried him and Tang Seng to a trot.

If Sun Wukong really wanted to chase him, he wouldn't be able to catch up, but seeing him snickering in his master's arms and covering his mouth was funny, so he didn't bother to chase him.

The pilgrimage team has changed from Tang Seng at the beginning to the current four masters and apprentices plus a lively and cute little boy, and the journey is getting more and more lively.

After leaving the Liusha River, there were no people in the vicinity, and they could only rely on the dry food and wild fruits in their luggage to satisfy their hunger.

"Little Shitou wants to eat fruit~"

At noon that day, there was only dry food left in the luggage, and the little guy ran to Monkey King and hugged his arm to act like a spoiled child after eating two bites.

Sun Wukong looked down at him, unmoved, and said: "Whoever is good, you can ask someone for fruit."

Apparently, he still remembered the little guy's "big rock is broken" casually two days ago.

"The big rock is good~" the little guy raised his head and blinked at him and said.

Sun Wukong met his big clear and bright eyes, and then listened to his childish tone, he couldn't bear to look away.

Seeing that he didn't look at him, the little guy ran to the other side and continued to face him and said, "The big rock is the best~"

Zhu Bajie is used to being lazy, and seeing him clinging to his senior brother and coquettishly saying good things, he is a little jealous, and rarely takes the initiative to do work for himself.

"Come here, little stone, I'll take you to pick the fruit and eat it."

Zhu Bajie was about to call him over, coax him to say a few nice words to him, and then take him to find a place to pick fruit to eat, but Monkey King had already waved at him and said, "Go, go."

After Sun Wukong showed Zhu Bajie that there was nothing wrong with him, he picked up the little stone and left from the vicinity, obviously taking the little guy to pick fruit.

"Stingy..." Zhu Bajie couldn't help muttering as he watched his disappearing figure.

It is the harvest season, and there is no shortage of various wild fruits in the nearby forests.

If Sun Wukong went to pick fruits by himself, he would pick some at random and go back immediately after picking them.But this time with the little guy, he wants to see everything.

"Big stone, eat that!"

Sun Wukong saw a persimmon tree along his finger, put him on a flat stone and sat down, then jumped up to the tree, picked a few persimmons and placed them beside him, saying: "You just sit here and eat. "

"Okay~" The little guy nodded obediently, attracted by the sweet fragrance of persimmons.

Monkey King broke open a persimmon and put it in his hand, and picked various fruits nearby with the cloth bag he carried with him.

While he was busy, the little guy had already lowered his head and bit a persimmon.Ripe persimmons are as sweet as honey, and can be directly sweetened from the mouth to the heart.

This persimmon is not too big, and the little guy can eat almost it in a few bites.

"Bah bah bah..."

The persimmons are delicious, but the skin of the persimmons is a bit harsh, and the little stone spit it out immediately after biting the skin accidentally.

"This skin is really unpalatable!"

"Who told you to eat the skin?" Sun Wukong heard his milky little complaint and didn't turn his head back.

The little guy threw away the skin of the persimmon in his hand, and picked up another persimmon to eat.

When Sun Wukong finished picking a bag of fruit and turned around, he saw the color of persimmons on the sides of his mouth when he ate.However, this little guy didn't feel it yet, and he raised the unfinished half of a persimmon with a bright smile on his face and said, "Eat the big stone~"

"See how you eat." Sun Wukong naturally wouldn't eat his persimmons, so he reached out to wipe his mouth and picked him up, "It's time to go back."

The little guy was sure that he didn't want to eat it, so he leaned into his arms on the way back, and continued to eat the half persimmon in his hand, and his mouth was immediately stained with persimmon juice.

"Where did this cat come from?" Zhu Bajie immediately laughed when he saw him.

Xiaoshitou didn't understand why he said he was a painted-faced cat, but Xiaozui subconsciously replied: "Second Senior Brother is the painted-faced cat!"

Tang Seng saw that he had a little painted face and said that others were a painted cat, so he waved to him with a smile.

Seeing his movements, Little Stone ran over from Sun Wukong's arms, raised his head and said, "Master, Big Stone has picked such sweet fruits~"

"It must be persimmons." Tang Seng said while wiping his face, smelling the persimmon fragrance wafting from his body.

The little guy nodded, and he said "it's a persimmon" like "yes, yes, yes".

Zhu Bajie smiled and stretched his hand into the cloth bag, wanting to eat some fruits first, but was slapped away by Monkey King.

After Tang Seng wiped the little guy's face clean with a wet handkerchief, Monkey King took out some fruits from the cloth bag and said, "Master, please use it."

The top layer of the cloth bag is made of unsqueezable persimmons, which look as beautiful as little red lanterns.

The master and apprentice sat down around the fruit, and the little guy actively shared the fruit with them: "One for the big rock, one for the master, one for the second senior brother, one for the third senior brother, one for the little white horse, and one for the small stone~"

Tang Seng took the persimmon from him, but suddenly remembered the Huojing persimmon from Chang'an.

A monk doesn't pay much attention to appetite, so he is not so much thinking of Chang'an's Huojing persimmons, it is better to say that he is aroused to miss Datang.

"Master, why don't you eat it? The second senior brother already ate two!"

"Hey, you are still reluctant to eat it for me, are you?"

Hearing their voices, Tang Seng thought that this journey was much better than when he left Datang, with a faint smile on his face, he ate persimmons together.

In addition to persimmons, there are red fruits and some other wild fruits, but in comparison, persimmons are the sweetest.

Seeing that the little guy loves to eat persimmons, Zhu Bajie didn't compete with him even though they were delicious, instead he tasted a few and then went to eat other wild fruits.

He was like this, Sun Wukong and Drifting were even more modest and put the rest of the persimmons in front of the little guy.

Xiao Shitou was almost full, but when he saw the remaining persimmons in front of him, he still couldn't help but bend his eyes, his happy little expression showed satisfaction.

The skin of this persimmon is thin, so it is not easy to take it with you on the road. Seeing him touch this and that but refuse to eat it, Sun Wukong reminded him: "Eat it quickly, you can go on the road after eating."

After he finished speaking, Xiao Shitou picked up one and was about to eat it, but Tang Seng said, "Persimmons are cold in nature, so they don't eat too much, don't let him eat them again."

Hearing this, the little guy couldn't help covering the few persimmons left in front of him with his little hands, obviously afraid of being taken away and not given to him to eat.

The persimmon shatters as soon as it is squeezed, and it is not easy for Monkey King to grab it directly, so he looked at the opposite side.

Zhu Bajie received his gaze, touched his stomach and said, "Oh, I really want to eat persimmons, if anyone can give Lao Zhu a persimmon..."

His exaggerated movements and tone made the little guy giggle, and after laughing, he handed over a persimmon and said, "Little Shitou give the second senior brother some persimmons~"

"I don't have any?" Tang Seng asked when he saw that there were four left before he gave out one.

"Master eat~"

After the little guy gave him one, before Sun Wukong could open his mouth, he picked up another one and said, "Eat big rocks too!"

After giving it to Monkey King, Little Shitou still had the last two in his hands. He looked down at the persimmons, then at the Drifting Monk who hadn't spoken, and after thinking about it, he stretched out his left hand: "Third Brother, here you are~"

If Tang Seng hadn't said before that he couldn't eat more, Drifting would definitely not have asked him for this persimmon, but now, of course, he took it after thanking him.

As a result, the little guy only had the last persimmon left in his hand.

Tang Seng thought that it would not be a problem for him to eat another one, so he didn't say anything.Zhu Bajie and the others didn't ask him again.

However, the little guy held the persimmon and looked at it for a while, but he didn't eat it by himself. Instead, he stood up and ran to the white dragon horse and said in a childlike voice: "Little white horse, I'll eat it for you~"

The white dragon horse raised its front hoof to touch his toes, and opened its mouth to finish the persimmon that was not enough for him to eat in one bite.

Tang Seng saw that the little guy was so well-behaved, and when he came back from feeding the white dragon horse, he stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, stroked his little head, and wiped his mouth again.

After eating the fruit and having a good rest, the master and apprentice started their journey again.

Along the way, it is easy to encounter good weather, but it is a bit difficult to encounter windy and rainy weather.Especially when there is no place to hide from the rain nearby, I can only move forward against the rain.

"It's raining a lot!"

Sun Wukong raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face, turned around and saw the little guy on the horse trying to poke his head out, and immediately reminded: "Little stone!"

It was unavoidable for the master and apprentice to get wet in the rain, but when the rain fell, Tang Seng quickly took the little guy into his arms and wrapped him up in cassock.Sun Wukong even took off his hat and put it on the little guy's head, covering most of his head.

Someone helped to shelter from the wind and rain, but the little guy didn't get wet much, but seeing the sound of the rain getting louder, he couldn't help but want to take a look.But when he heard Sun Wukong's slightly serious voice, the little guy who just showed a little white and tender face out of his cassock immediately shrank back.

Tang Seng was still not at ease, stretched out his hand and gently pulled the cassock twice, covering him more tightly.

The road is difficult in rainy days, Zhu Bajie has to complain from time to time.

Little Shitou hid under the cassock and listened to his voice and the sound of the rain, and suddenly hated the rain.

Finally, when the rain stopped, the little guy couldn't wait to get out of his cassock, calling out one by one in a childish voice.

"Aren't they all here, what are you shouting for?" Sun Wukong heard his voice and came to the side of the horse.

"I didn't even see the big rock just now~" The little guy was soft and coquettish, and stretched out two little hands to help him and Tang Seng wipe the rain off their faces.

He was hiding under the cassock just now, but Sun Wukong didn't allow him to show his head, and his eyes were filled with warm red, so naturally he couldn't see other people.

Sun Wukong let his chubby little hands rub his face carelessly, reached out to take back the wet hat on top of his head, squeezed out a handful of water, and put it on top of his head again.