The apron was stained with grease, and the wok still dripped with blackened rapeseed oil. The hair carried a scent of fried pancakes. Yuan Buyu's shabby appearance was worlds apart from the renowned storyteller he once was.
Zhou Xuan gave Yuan Buyu a big hug and said, "Master, yesterday's storytelling was a full house, I didn't let you down."
"That's called earning face for me, not losing it."
Zhou Lingyi also smiled gently, his eyes like hooks, and said, "Brother, you don't know it, but yesterday when you were telling stories, I broke into a sweat for you. But your master, he wasn't nervous at all. He said your storytelling would definitely echo throughout Mingjiang Prefecture,
and sure enough... no one knows a student better than his master."
Yuan Buyu laughed upon hearing it, and Zhou Xuan was laughing too. The warmth of emotions is always such that with just a few words, it blossomed forth. Those within the emotions are unaware, but bystanders see it clearly.
