The woman's eyes flickered, and she immediately lowered her head, her voice tinged with grievance. "This little woman has been frail since childhood, and my elder brother always took care of things at home, so... I have never cooked."
"Oh, a young lady." Chu Yang nodded. "Perfect. Time for some practical experience. Master, go teach her how to rinse rice."
Tang Monk froze for a moment. "Me?"
"Aren't you best at enlightening all living beings? Teaching someone to rinse rice shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Sun Wukong had already returned with a bundle of firewood over his shoulder. He laughed so hard he slapped his thigh. "Master, go on, go on. Good chance to show off the cooking skills you've practiced these past few days."
Helpless, Tang Monk could only press his palms together. "Female benefactor, come with this poor monk."
The woman practically wanted to vomit blood.
She was a Fox Demon. She had been eyeing Tang Monk's flesh for ages, yet the first time she had a proper conversation with him, she was learning how to rinse rice.
By the river, Tang Monk crouched beside a stone and demonstrated solemnly. "You must gently rub the rice as you wash it. Do not use too much force. If you wash it too thoroughly, the fragrance of the rice will be gone."
The woman crouched beside him, her sleeves nearly soaked through, yet she still had to look like she was earnestly taking instruction. "So that's how it is. Master truly knows so much."
"This poor monk has only recently learned the basics." Tang Monk smiled. "I once thought such things were worldly chores. Only now do I understand that being able to cook a meal properly is also a skill."
The woman's eyes shifted as she said softly, "Master