"Even some of those rare flowers and exotic fruits would do..." Xiaojin retreated a step.
"There's none of those either."
"You!" Xiaojin was so angry that he hopped around with the Spirit Locking Talisman.
"When I strike it rich someday, I'll let you eat and drink well. For now, the household conditions aren't great, so bear with it a little longer. Later, I'll have Ping'an go outside to pluck some flowers and grass for you to fill your stomach." Song Changming casually painted a pie in the sky for the Mountain Ginseng Spirit.
Xiaojin almost laughed with anger but was helpless.
This is probably what it feels like to depend on others...
Regretting again the gluttony of the past, when he couldn't resist popping up to swallow that Purple Celestial Net, leading to the bitter fruit of today.
The Mountain Ginseng Spirit also realized that he couldn't extract any food from the poor wretch Song Changming, so he stopped harping on about it.
