Two years gone by, the master's knack for teasing has grown ever more sophisticated.
Good thing Lin Nianhe was well prepared for it, in one ear and out the other, not even a moment's stopover in the brain.
After Rong Zhiguo zinged her, he turned his attention back to the drawings, continuing to roast her as he looked them over.
"Not bad, they're not all worthless, a few are quite good."
"What do you mean 'a few'?" Lin Nianhe pressed.
Rong Zhiguo said, "These eight."
"Master, I only gave you eight in total."
"So should I announce a factory-wide commendation for you?"
"Listen to you! If anyone should be praised, it's you. After all, any little skill I have is all thanks to your great teaching!"
"You think buttering me up will stop me from scolding you?"
"Scold away, feel free, I just love it when you scold me, feels so dear."
"..."
For the most part, Rong Zhiguo didn't know what to do with Lin Nianhe.
Scold her, and she's all smiles taking it;
