The Tiny Taoist Master: The Sect Leader Always Carries a Little Milk Bottle

[Everyone’s Favorite + Adorable Little One + Three and a Half Years Old + Sweet Romance + Metaphysics]

When An Nuannuan came down from the mountain, the most valuable thing her sect had left was her master.

Master: “My dear disciple, now that you’re the head of a sect, you must learn to be self-reliant and stand on your own two feet. You have to... take good care of yourself!”

Little Dumpling: “Yes, Master! Nuannuan will remember!”

She didn’t quite understand the way her master had drawn out that last part,

but An Nuannuan resolutely took on the heavy responsibility anyway.

One Taoist temple that could topple with the wind!

Two burly men, so lonely!!

Three disciples with nothing to eat!!!

The one and only uncle-master (still) running all over town!!!!

Seeing her five senior brothers hand over money with aching hearts, she heard them say, “Junior Sister, you’re still too young. Leave earning a living to us!”

An Nuannuan sucked on her baby bottle and stuck out her little belly. “No! How hard can making money be? Nuannuan can do it all by herself!”