"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!",Zuo Zuo's ears twitched quietly, and her eyeballs rolled. She didn't raise her head and still looked heartbroken, her shoulders trembling as she cried even louder.,The Taoist temple is declining, the ancestral masters have no incense offerings, isn't that what happens。