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"You monk is really in trouble." After Monkey King tied his horse, he jumped directly into the river.

Born out of trees, the streams lay quietly, and the yellow sunset gradually descended with a red hue.

噗通.

Sun Wukong fell into the water, and the whole water was turned upside down in a short time.

I saw Sun Wukong lift up a half-human fish, lift it up in the air, and throw it to the shore. He even took out a stick of gold hoop and waved it!

The next second.

Sun Wukong picked up the fish and ate it directly. He tore off a piece of fish and put it in the mouth of Tang Seng.

"呸!" Tang Seng vomited directly.

As soon as the sturgeon meat was in his mouth, Tang Seng was taken a sip: "What a **** is this! How can you eat it raw!"

Sun Wukong shrugged his shoulders: "Old Sun, the moment he came out of the stone, it was the heavenly quilt and the earthly bed. What to eat, eat directly."

The monk Tang reluctantly climbed down from Bai immediately, rolled up the tattered sleeves: "Let's follow the poor monk later. I want you to eat delicious and spicy. What a fancy thing!"

Sun Wukong was a little confused, then, lying on the ground, looking at the air with his hands on his pillows.

"What are you doing?" As soon as Tang Seng was preparing to grill the fish, he saw Sun Wukong lie down.

Sun Wukong said, "When watching the sunset, do nothing."

"..." Tang Seng shook his head, "Monkeys are more sick."

Ding!

Good impression-1

The monk's face was even darker.

[Hahaha. You've touched Da Sheng's brow again. 】

【How much can Elder Tang like to deduct? Wait for the Great Saint. 】

[Do you say Dasheng will kill the anchor with a stick or leave the team? Hahaha. 】

The monk Tang took a deep breath and walked towards the grilled fish. First he processed the fish scales. There was no tool to think about it. He picked up the tin rod of the tin rod and tried to scrape the fish.

"This thing is quite easy to use." Tang Seng's eyes lightened slightly, his hands and feet became fiercer.

After processing the fish, Tang Seng began to tear the black skin inside the fish little by little.

Because this thing will affect the taste of the whole fish, one is not good, and there is even a kind of mud, and it does not feel clean.

The monk, who was already hungry, was thinking about the grilled fish that was formed, pressing his dissatisfied belly, and continuing to make fish with hands and feet.

After processing everything, I took out many bottles and cans in the system, wiped a series of things such as cooking wine, peppercorns, salt, chicken powder, pepper powder and so on.

He then found some fragrant leaves nearby and stuffed them into the fish.

I looked around and picked up a few sticks. However, the stick with the fish in the middle must not be used with a wooden stick, or the fish may be affected during the roasting process.

At that time, because of the fire, the fish will fall off the whole stick.

These hard work is in vain.

"It's difficult to find something in this wild country." Tang Seng looked at the tin rod of Tang Taizong Yuci: "It's you!"

He took the tin rod and passed it by the fish, and put it on the fish.

After everything is ready, it's almost time to fire.

The monk Tang Tang took a hand and waved: "Fire!"

"..." Nothing happened.

Tang Monk said, "What spell does Guanyin give? You can only fight? You can only use your hands? Poor monks want all-around spells!"

Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Seng, his finger slightly waved, and continued to look up into the air.

Buzz!

A flame burned directly under the wooden frame.

The raging flames started to bake this big fish.

Tang Monk looked at Sun Wukong, but Sun Wukong did not look at Tang Monk, as if he hadn't done anything.

The monk Tang Tang picked up the grilled fish tin rod and turned it over the wooden frame to let the fire burn the fish evenly.

Over time, the fragrant leaves began to smell, and the various seasonings on the outside became thicker.

The smell of Piaoxiang is like the melody beating in the air, constantly stimulating the taste buds.

The scent is even more salivating to the hungry Tang monk.

Ding!

Cooking Proficiency +2

Currently 2/1000.

A system prompt sounded beside Tang Seng's ear. As a reward for this crossing, not only open a skill slot, but also comes with talented cooking skills.

However, this skill needs to be acquired through continuous improvement of proficiency.

"It's a while," Tang Seng said, staring at the grilled fish.

Sun Wukong's nose moved slightly, and the fragrance drifted in. "This smells good."

Wu Dasheng stood up, tore a piece of meat directly on the fire, put it in his hand, looked at it carefully, and put it in his mouth.

The taste of cumin directly hits the taste buds.

Sun Wukong tore off a few pieces of meat again.

When the monk saw that the fire was almost the same, he wrapped things and won the tin battle: "How is the poor monk cooking?"

"General." Sun Wukong spit out two words lightly.

The Tang monk was helpless and shook his head.

Ding!

Goodwill +1

After hearing the system's prompt tone, Tang Seng's eyes brightened, and he seemed to find a way to increase favorability!

If this is full of favoritism, maybe Sun Wukong will let anyone know who he is, and it's not impossible to dance a ballet in place!

Thinking of this, Tang Seng could not help laughing out loud.

Sun Wukong glanced at Monk Tang without speaking, and continued to eat fish. Eat bite by bite.

The monk Tang Tang was already too hungry and reached out to catch the fish.

I saw Sun Wukong pick up the whole tin battle: "What are you doing?"

"The poor monk eats grilled fish! After so long, the poor monk has starved to death." Tang Seng reached out.

Sun Wukong patted: "Wait for grandson Sun to be full."

"Are you sure you can eat enough?" Tang Seng wanted to cry without tears.

"Rest assured, grandma will have a full day."

?? Tang Seng cried with a sad face: "Hurry up to the poor monk, where will you eat such delicious food after starving the poor monk ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sun Wukong turned his eyes and said nothing. : "Take it. "

"..." At that time, Tang Seng felt like a dog, and it was sky-high.

This thing is obviously baked by myself.

[Hahaha, the anchor is so pitiful. 】

[Anchor, do n’t stop me from watching Dasheng eat fish, this fish is handsome! 】

[Wu Chengen: Who pressed my coffin board! I want to come out and breathe. My monkey is playing badly with you! 】

[Hahaha. Upstairs is funny. 】

[Since it was painful for Tang Seng for three seconds. 】

When the fish flew into his mouth, Tang Seng felt himself relaxed all over, with a special feeling of comfort and a slight happiness.

Live broadcast so many times, the world of the Journey to the West simply overturned his previous feelings. But this feeling is also very real, especially warm.

Watching Sun Wukong eating the grilled fish with a sip, Tang Seng smiled bitterly: "It seems that the road to the West Jingjing is more fun."

The moonlight was lonely, under the stars.

Luanxi stream by the river.

旁 One person and one monkey beside the flames.

Holding the grilled fish in his hand, little bit into his belly.

He quietly listened, and seemed to be able to hear the worms.

Crisp insects lingered around his ears, appearing more pleasant.

The monk Tang Seng looked helplessly like a beggar.

I want to go out and meet other people, and no one else believes that he is a monk.

Although he is a fake monk, he cares so much about him.

At this moment, Sun Wukong's eyes moved slightly: "Not far ahead, there seems to be a village!"

"En?" Said Tang Seng.