Journey to the West: From the Start, the Demon King Ordered Me to Steam Tang Monk

I opened my eyes. A dinner knife was pressed against my throat. The Golden-Winged Great Peng's voice came from above me: “It's half a notch underdone. Get in the steamer yourself.” I looked down. On the stove, Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang, and Zhu Bajie were tied up together, soaking in boiling water while they waited for me to add more firewood. I'm done for. If the fire's too high, the monkey will get out and kill me first. If it's too low, the Golden-Winged Great Peng will kill me right now. Through a crack in the steamer, a furry finger reached out and wrote four characters in my palm: “Low heat means death.” Those Fiery Golden Eyes were staring right at me. He was smiling. Only later did I learn that the iron-eating beast bloodline within me, capable of devouring gold and iron, was his one and only chance.