\nNing Shu stopped practicing and opened the door to find a boy taller than her standing there while eating a steamed bun.
Ning Shu hurriedly went to get food. If she was late, these kids really might finish everything.
They were currently in a deserted Daoist temple. Well, it couldn’t be quite said to be deserted, but no pilgrims came here to offer incense. There was only Tao Qin’s master here teaching a group of homeless children the art of Mt. Mao.
Life was quite hard.
When Ning Shu arrived at the kitchen, she saw a group of little radish heads around the table. They were of varying ages. Most of them were boys, but there were also two little girls with pigtails and missing front teeth.
The most striking person was still the person sitting at the head of the table. This dirty old man who had his chest exposed, had a long beard, and had his hair tied up in a bun, was currently burping and picking at his teeth with his legs crossed.
When Ning Shu saw the old man, she felt a sourness in her heart.