"Master, please don't drive me down the mountain. I can't bear to leave you. Please, master!",Recalling the past, Li Yuanming sighed with heartache and shook his head. His gaze fell on his younger brother holding a cracked bowl in his hands. The rice soup inside contained only a few scattered grains of rice. His resolve strengthened, he suppressed the urge to hug his young apprentice and comfort him, instead hardening his face and saying, "No, you're grown up now. It's time for you to go down the mountain.",“I’m not very big, I’m only four years old.” Zuo Zuo held up her plump little hand and hiccuped in rebuttal. After she finished speaking, she quickly withdrew her hand and clung tightly to his leg, gently swaying it. “Master, please don’t drive me away, okay I promise I’ll never steal food again.”。