Just as Zhao Yi was lamenting not doing a good job with his records,
Mr. Zhai cheerfully placed what he was carrying on the table and said:
"I haven't seen you for a few days."
"Oh, right. After dropping off my brother here, I went for a short trip nearby."
"How's business?"
"It's alright."
"You're working hard."
"But it's worth it."
"Where's Xiao Yuan?"
"Probably out playing. You know how it is with kids. Being mischievous is in their nature, no matter how smart they are. Some lessons can't be understood at a young age. Sometimes I worry that I've spoiled him."
"A balance of work and play is good. I was worried he wouldn't know how to relax."
"You're right."
Zhao Yi realized that trying to curry favor didn't work.
He was truly jealous inside. Wasn't everyone a genius in their childhood?
Just because I'm older, does that mean I'm no longer appealing? Have I declined that much?
