"Sigh, it seems this is the extent of your talent. You're just miles behind me," Cheeky griped, clutching the fig platter. "A parrot of my refined tastes can't possibly endure such simple songs for long. One or two days is one thing, but if you plan on fobbing me off with these tunes forever, it's not going to fly."
'Pfft, you think I *want* to spend two hours a day singing children's songs? Damn it, I'm at the age where people on the street are calling me "uncle"! Who enjoys this kind of thing? I've already sacrificed so much to serve your highness, and you're still not satisfied? What the hell do you want?'
"Sigh, but you don't like it when I sing other songs," Shen Yibin shrugged helplessly. "This is all I've got. I'm really not cut out to serve a master like you."
