At the dinner table, Mrs. Zhang didn't say much, just kept placing food in Zhang Xiaoyi's bowl.
Zhang Youfu said with concern:
"Is life tough at the Daoist Temple? You probably can't eat these things, right?"
Zhang Xiaoyi nodded:
"We can't eat them, but the days cultivating with Master are happy."
Master spent his lifetime savings on building the Shu Mountain Daoist Temple, and was reluctant to buy meat.
Zhang Youfu sighed:
"Ah! It's a pity I never got to have a drink with your Master."
Zhang Qian remained silent, mouth pouting to the ceiling.
When someone thinks another person is an idiot, everything they do seems idiotic.
Zhang Qian despised Zhang Xiaoyi, who engaged in feudal superstitions and disgraced the family.
After barely eating a few bites, Zhang Qian stopped eating.
Mr. and Mrs. Zhang watched this with bitterness in their hearts, wondering why these siblings were so antagonistic.
Zhang Xiaoyi did not mind and went upstairs to rest after eating.
