One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 417 Master, This Pheasant Is Too Naughty

Tang Sanzang took a deep breath, looked at Sun Wukong with a smile, and said, "Just obediently give it a knife, and then obediently hold it down to let the blood out. Only in this way can you get good ingredients and make delicious roast chicken. This is the first step to success, and it must be done well.”

"Really? This way you can make delicious roast chicken?" Sun Wukong's eyes lit up immediately, he let go of the hand that was twisting the pheasant's neck, picked up the knife at the side, and gestured at its neck twice, Curiously said: "Then I will use a knife, but if I use a knife, how much effort should I use to cut her neck open."

"Gently..." Tang Sanzang just wanted to give some guidance.

Before Tang Sanzang could finish speaking, Sun Wukong cut off the neck of the pheasant with his knife.

Blood sprayed out immediately, and the pheasant that was not held down ran away, shaking its headless neck, blood splashed everywhere, the scene was too beautiful to describe.

The scene was suddenly quiet, which was very embarrassing for a while.

"Master, this pheasant is too naughty." After a while, Sun Wukong brought back the pheasant that had lost too much blood and said not very confidently.

"Well, it's a bit skinned. Clean up the fur. You'll be roasting the pheasant tonight." Tang Sanzang shook his head with a wry smile, and continued to handle the deer in his hand.

"Okay." Sun Wukong immediately became interested again, rolled the pheasant in the boiling water basin beside him, and began to pluck the hair.

After quickly handling the deer and pheasants, Tang Sanzang split a few tables and chairs and lit a fire to roast the deer.

"Master, should I wait to bake with you, or should I start a new stove?" Sun Wukong came over with the processed pheasant and asked while looking at it.

"Just build a fire here." Tang Sanzang pointed to the open space beside him.

"Okay." Sun Wukong nodded, casually got a few pieces of wood over, and with a single finger, the fire was immediately lit.

Tang Sanzang put the smaller grill on the fire, and Sun Wukong was very proficient in how to put the pheasant on the grill, brushing oil on the pheasant in a decent manner.

"Remember to roll it often, so that it won't be burnt and cooked together." Tang Sanzang said to Sun Wukong while rolling the deer.

"Yeah, I remember." Sun Wukong nodded seriously, like a serious student.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Master, am I familiar here?"

"No, the fire below has been turned off, so how could it be cooked?"

After half an hour.

"Master, am I too familiar with this side?"

"It's not overcooked, it's burnt." Tang Sanzang said helplessly, smelling the faint burnt smell in the air and looking at the pheasant with blackened wings on the grill.

"It should still be edible." Sun Wukong looked at it himself, and said with uncertainty.

"Let me help you deal with it, you go and call them." Tang Sanzang took the grill from Sun Wukong, first reduced the high fire below, took the knife to peel off the scorched part, and brushed himself Prepare the prepared sauce and roast it on low heat for a while.

"Master, you have to remember that I baked it, you just take care of it for me." Sun Wukong told Tang Sanzang, then got up and walked towards Yalong Cave.

"I think if Wanjing came to learn how to cook, Wukong could make progress faster if she went to learn how to make clothes..." Tang Sanzang sighed. Fortunately, Sha Wanjing's interest in making clothes seems to have decreased a lot during this time. , I am not even very active in painting, and it saves Tang Sanzang from looking at a bunch of weird clothes and portraits every day.

"Master, we are here!" Ao Xiaobai's voice came, and he was the first to rush out of the cave, looking at the golden-yellow roasted deer on the grill, his eyes sparkled.

"Isn't it done yet?" Tang Sanzang asked strangely, looking at the little golden dragon she was still holding.

"It's coming soon, but as soon as Xiaobai heard that the meat was roasted, he ran up, so I had to go up to make it." Zhu Tianpeng said, and Sun Wukong and the others also came out of the cave one after another. The demon core has disappeared without a trace, and the handle of the golden flying dragon staff is inlaid with a pale golden bead the size of a thumb, which is a miniature version of the demon core.

"I roasted this chicken, who wants to eat it?" Sun Wukong stepped forward, pointed at the roast chicken in front of Tang Sanzang and asked everyone.

"The weather is not bad today." Zhu Tianpeng looked up at the sunny sky.

"Well, it's not bad." Sha Wanjing raised her head and said.

"Master, I just want to eat deer today." Ao Xiaobai blinked at Tang Sanzang with big bright eyes.

Tang Sanzang looked at Zhu Tianpeng and Sha Wanjing who continued to look up at the sky, and Ao Xiaobai who directly threw the pot at him. He already felt Sun Wukong's gaze on him. After struggling for a while, he nodded in response: "Okay, I'll eat... half of it."

"Okay, then I'll eat the remaining half." Sun Wukong nodded in satisfaction, took a knife from the side, cut the roast chicken in half, and handed the half to Tang Sanzang.

"Master, you won't be cruel and start eating first, will you?" Zhu Tianpeng stared at Tang Sanzang when he saw the two people whose meat had already been served.

"Master, I'm hungry." Ao Xiaobai pouted and looked at Tang Sanzang, coquettishly.

"Master, I'm hungry too." Sha Wanjing followed and squatted next to Ao Xiaobai, with round glasses on the tip of her nose, she looked up at Tang Sanzang, looking cute.

"The blood tank is empty..." Tang Sanzang looked at Zhu Tianpeng with a helpless smile, picked up the knife and moved it towards the roasted deer.

"Hey, hey, it's against the law for you to do this, Xiaobai, I'm doing a trick for you, are you going to treat me like this!" Zhu Tianpeng jumped anxiously.

"Senior Sister, I didn't understand what you said..." Ao Xiaobai took the barbecue plate, his mouth was soon full of meat, and looked at Zhu Tianpeng innocently.

Tang Sanzang patted Ao Xiaobai's head with a smile, and said to Zhu Tianpeng, "Don't worry, I'll leave you one of the best front legs, so you can prepare it quickly and eat it."

"Okay, then I will forcefully forgive you." Zhu Tianpeng saw that Tang Sanzang's saber had indeed bypassed the front leg, so he nodded and continued to draw the formation on the flying dragon stick.

Tang Sanzang broke off a chicken leg from a pheasant, put it in his mouth and took a bite, it had a slightly burnt smell, but it wasn't too strong, and he had remedied it later, so the taste was okay.

Sun Wukong also got off with one leg. He smelled it first, the aroma was tangy, and then he tasted it. Although it has a slight burnt smell, it doesn't affect the taste at all. On the contrary, it has a unique flavor. He nodded with satisfaction, thinking to himself: "It seems that my cooking skills are getting closer and closer to Master's. Sooner or later, they will all like the dishes I cook. Probably... there will be such a day."

(End of this chapter)