Bajie: Leave it to Master. OK,

Friar Sand: Agreed.

Tang Priest: Since you have done so, I'm welcome. (Pick up the watermelon and chew it)

Bajie: Monkey and Friar Sand, the three of us, be your somersault cloud and go to restaurants in the city for dinner.

Wukong: Good idea. go on foot ...........

Tang Priest: ............