Tianhu Mountain, the cradle of Taoism, the origin of an entire religion.
Perhaps it was the intense culture of Taoist cultivation, the not-so-serious big and small actually skipped dinner to meditate cross-legged, attempting to cultivate immortality.
Ten minutes later, Chen An'an opened her eyes, "Dad, I'm hungry."
"Endure it."
"Oh."
Half an hour later, with her stomach growling, Chen An'an opened her eyes again, "Dad, I want to eat dinner."
"Endure it, if you don't even have this bit of willpower, how can you talk about losing weight... I mean, cultivating immortality."
"Oh."
Surprisingly, Chen An'an sat for another ten minutes but finally couldn't bear it any longer and turned her head to ask curiously, "Dad, aren't you hungry?"
"Of course I'm not hungry, I already ate."
Chen An'an: "...What??"
How could you have eaten, why did you eat, weren't we supposed to cultivate together?
"Dad, I am very angry—angry—angry."