Fangzheng finally realized that he had been too mild-tempered!
The monkey asked impatiently, "Do you still have any of those rice dumplings? If not, I'm leaving! Seriously, it's so late in the night. All I can think of are the rice dumplings. I can't even sleep."
Fangzheng rolled his eyes, "You still want more? There's none left!"
"Really, there's none?" The monkey clearly did not believe Fangzheng.
Fangzheng looked at the monkey's scoundrelly look and was tempted to slap him until his ass faced the sky. Only then did Fangzheng understand why Gautama Buddha would imprison Sun Wukong under a mountain. Monkeys truly got on people's nerves. Fangzheng waved his hand, "At least there's none left here. A monk does not lie. If a monk does not lie to humans, why would he lie to a monkey?"
"Good-for-nothing. You don't even have a rice dumpling." The monkey turned around and scampered off.
