Chen Yu suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
"Everyone, don't just stand there watching me eat! Let's all share."
Who knew that the few monks simply sat there with their eyes closed, chanting sutras, while the elderly monk also let out two awkward chuckles.
"You are our guest, we should of course let you eat your fill first, and then think about ourselves."
Only then did Chen Yu realize the situation, he quickly looked around and discovered that the food supply here was not very abundant; all the monks had fixed rations.
The pot of rice and pickles, I'm afraid, was their food for the entire day.
By that calculation, the bowl of rice Chen Yu had just served himself was enough for one person for five days.
He hadn't expected these monks to live such an austere life.
He sighed softly, put down the bowl, and suddenly grabbed the old monk's wrist.
"Master, there's nothing here, and sticking around is pointless. Why don't you leave? I can pay to have a temple built for you elsewhere."
