But the mad scholar shook his head.
"It's a small thing. If I try a little harder, I'm sure I can figure it out."
"But those people were just laughing at us. If we turn back and ask for their help now, we'll lose our dignity. That's unacceptable, simply unacceptable."
Shen Ningning blinked her big eyes, thinking he had a point.
"You're right, teacher. Just be careful, okay?"
The mad scholar sighed. "It's my fault for being so useless. All I know is how to read."
He had grown up in a wealthy family and was well-versed in the classics, but because of the saying, "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen," he had never cooked in his life.
Back home, he had always been attended to by servants.
Now, even trying to take care of Shen Ningning was a struggle for him.
Sensing his dejection, Shen Ningning dangled her little feet, basking in the sun.
