"We're hungry too!" Li Yuanming said, his voice filled with despair. "You eat five meals a day, eight bowls per meal! You'll eat us all out of house and home!",Li Yuanming watched her back, nowhere could he imagine that he had just been tricked by this little girl. He was so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes widened, roaring: "Disciple!",The Taoist temple is declining, the ancestral masters have no incense offerings, isn't that what happens。