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

"Really? Can you make delicious roast chicken in this way?" Sun Wukong's eyes lit up immediately. He twisted the pheasant's neck and let go, picked up the knife beside him, gestured at its neck twice, and said curiously: "Then I will use a knife, but if you use a knife, how much effort should you use to cut her neck."

"Glowly..." Tang Sanzang was about to give some guidance.

Before Tang Sanzang could finish his words, Sun Wukong had already raised his sword and cut off the pheasant's neck with one knife.

Blood immediately splashed out, and the unpressed pheasant ran away, shaking her headless neck, and blood splattered everywhere. The scene was too beautiful to say.

The scene suddenly became quiet and was very awkward at one point.

"Master, this pheasant is too naughty." After a while, Sun Wukong brought back the pheasant who had lost too much blood and said with little confidence.

"Well, it's a little skin. Clean up the hair. You will roast this pheasant tonight." Tang Sanzang shook his head with a wry smile and continued to deal with 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 his hair.

After dealing with the deer and the pheasant quickly, Tang Sanzang split a few tables and chairs and raised the fire, and began to roast the deer.

"Master, am I waiting to bake with you, or should I start a new stove by myself?" Sun Wukong came over with the processed pheasant and asked as he looked.

"You can make a fire here." Tang Sanzang pointed to the open space beside him.

"Okay." Sun Wukong nodded, got a few pieces of wood over, pointed his hand and the fire was ready immediately.

Tang Sanzang put the small grill on the fire. How to put the pheasant on the grill? Sun Wukong is very skilled and brushes oil on the pheasant in a good manner.

"Remember to roll often so that it won't burn and cook together." Tang Sanzang said to Sun Wukong while rolling on the deer.

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

A quarter of an hour later.

"Master, am I surprised by this?"

"No, the fire below is gone, how could it be cooked?"

Half an hour later.

"Master, are I too familiar with this?"

"It's not too cooked, it's burnt." Tang Sanzang said helplessly as he smelled the faint burnt smell in the air.

"It should be okay to eat." Sun Wukong looked at him and said without any certainty.

"I'll help you with it, go and call them." Tang Sanzang took the grill from Sun Wu's empty hand, first pressed the strong fire below a little less, took a knife and peeled the scorched part, brushed the sauce he prepared himself, and roasted it for a while on low heat.

"Master, you have to remember that this is what I baked. You just take care of me." Sun Wukong reminded Tang Sanzang, then got up and walked towards the Dragon Cave.

"I think if Wanjing comes to learn cooking, Wukong can improve faster when he goes 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 period, and she is not very active in painting, so she can't help but see a bunch of strange clothes portraits every day.

"Master, we are here!" Ao Xiaobai's voice came, and the first one rushed out of the cave. Looking at the golden and shiny roasted deer on the grill, his eyes shining.

"Have you not done it yet?" Tang Sanzang said strangely as he looked at the little golden dragon still holding in her hand.

"It's almost done, but Xiaobai ran up as soon as he heard that the meat had been roasted, so he had to go to the top to make it." Zhu Tianpeng said, and Sun Wukong and others also walked out of the cave one after another. The demon king's demon core had disappeared without a trace. The golden dragon stick handle was inlaid with a light golden round bead as the size of a thumb, which was the reduced version of the demon core.

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

"The weather is pretty good today." Zhu Tianpeng looked up at the sunny sky.

"Yes, that's good." Sha Wanjing said with her head up.

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

Tang Sanzang looked at Zhu Tianpeng and Sha Wanjing who continued to look up at the sky, and Ao Xiaobai who directly threw the blame on him. He already felt Sun Wukong staring at him, struggled for a while, but nodded and said, "Okay, I'll eat... half."

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

"Master, you won't be cruel to start eating first, right?" Seeing the two people who had already put the meat on the plate, Zhu Tianpeng stared at Tang Sanzang.

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

"Master, I'm hungry too." Sha Wanjing squatted beside Ao Xiaobai, with round glasses slid to the tip of her nose, looking up at Tang Sanzang, looking very cute.

"The blood trough is empty..." Tang Sanzang looked at Zhu Tianpeng and smiled helplessly, picked up the knife and moved towards the roasted deer.

"Hey, hey, you're a foul like this. Xiaobai, I'm making a magic weapon for you. Are you treating me like this?" Zhu Tianpeng jumped in an anxious manner.

"Senior sister, I didn't understand what you said..." Ao Xiaobai took the barbecue plate and his mouth was quickly stuffed with meat, looking at Zhu Tianpeng with an innocent look on his face.

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

"Okay, then I will forgivate you." Zhu Tianpeng saw that Tang Sanzang's knife did go around the front leg, so he nodded and began to continue to carve the formation on the flying dragon staff.

Tang Sanzang broke a chicken leg from the pheasant and took a bite. It had a little burnt smell, but it was not too strong, and he had remedyed it later, so the taste was OK.
Chapter completed!