The little gluttonous child needs to eat

The air in the small side room of Firecloud Temple was thick with the scent of old paper and dying embers. Yao Yao, a small girl in an oversized, patched-up gray Taoist robe, watched with tear-filled eyes as her master, a frail old Taoist priest, spoke in weak, broken sentences.
"Little Yao'er, your master’s time is almost up... I won't be able to protect you anymore." His voice, though soft, carried the weight of finality. "You've always had a big appetite, and I’m afraid you might starve once you climb down the mountain."
He offered her a letter, a lifeline to an 'Uncle Qingyun' in the distant capital, a man he hoped would care for her. Yao Yao, barely tall enough to reach the bed, nodded obediently, large tears falling like pearls onto her chubby cheeks. Despite her young age, a flicker of concern crossed her face: "Uncle probably isn’t doing that well in the capital if he can’t even afford five vegetarian meals."
Two days later, after burying her master, Yao Yao descended the mountain. Her small bundle, bulging with a dozen flatbreads, was her only companion. The path was unfamiliar, but her determination was clear. At the foot of the mountain, the bustling road of the capital stretched before her, promising adventure and, more importantly, the chance to finally find Uncle Qingyun before her flatbreads ran out. A small smile touched her lips, a rare sight amidst her grief, as she prepared to step into a world she knew nothing about.
