\nAfter doing these things, when it was time to eat, Ning Shu ate three bowls of white rice, leaving Xie Yiyuan somewhat speechless. “Is that how poor your Daoist Temple is?”
It was like she hadn’t eaten in eight lifetimes.
Ning Shu found Xie Yiyuan extraordinarily unpleasant and said, “There are more than ten children in the Daoist Temple, all of them orphans. It’s just like an orphanage. To rely on my master to read Feng Shui, exorcise ghosts, and tell fortunes, is it possible to become rich?”
Xie Yiyuan noticed that Ning Shu was angry, so he raised his hands and said, “I’m just saying. Don’t get angry. One day, I’ll raise some money for your Daoist temple, which could be regarded as repaying your kindness for saving my life.”
“Haha, thank you so much,” said Ning Shu indifferently.