"Uh, do I really have to? You sing so well, I'd just be embarrassing myself." Shen Yibin was in an awkward spot. That parrot, Cheeky, had sung the song perfectly, just like the original recording. How could he dare sing with his own terrible voice?
"But I have to listen to the original artist for at least two hours every day, otherwise I won't be in the mood to eat or sleep. If I can't listen, I can't eat and I can't sleep. You wouldn't be so cruel as to let me starve to death here, would you?" Cheeky looked at Shen Yibin with a pitiful expression.
'I knew it! None of you creatures are easy to please! Just to raise Hah'Er, my cooking has gotten good enough to rival a culinary school graduate. And now to keep you alive, I have to learn how to sing!' Shen Yibin was at his wit's end. 'I've really brought home a bunch of little lords, haven't I?'
