Zhu Bajie Again

Near noon, by a stream in a mountain valley, Chen Xuanzang and Sha Wujing found a clean spot to rest. Chen Xuanzang shook out his arms and said, "I'm exhausted." Sha Wujing rolled his eyes beside him, dearly wanting to roar, "You're calling yourself tired? Who was it that carried a huge sack of steamed buns all morning?"

Chen Xuanzang tipped his head back, checked the time, and said, "Mm, it's about time for lunch. Sha, open the sack." Sha Wujing did as told. The moment he pulled open the burlap sack, snow-white steamed buns were revealed inside. Sand Monk was clearly hungry too, staring at the sackful of buns as he swallowed saliva. Grinning, Chen Xuanzang took four buns from the sack and handed them to Sha Wujing. "These are yours." Sha Wujing did not take them, instead spreading all ten fingers on both hands.

"You want ten?!" Chen Xuanzang agonized over it for a moment. "Eight! Eating too much will upset your stomach." He stuffed the four buns into Sha Wujing's arms first, then picked out another four. Sha Wujing wore a miserable expression, but there was nothing he could do. Looking utterly wronged, he grabbed the buns and began gnawing on them.

Chen Xuanzang picked out two buns for himself and tucked them into his robes. Then, to Sha Wujing's surprise, he took another pile of buns from the sack—at least twenty or thirty of them—and wrapped them up before placing them on a large boulder in the distance, piling them into a mountain of buns. Then he ran back to their resting spot. Sha Wujing, who was chewing on a bun, could not help revealing an expression of envy mixed with jealousy.

Next, Chen Xuanzang eagerly took out Nursery Rhymes 300 and a reed pipe fitted