"Uh... what if the third incense still doesn't work?" Zhou Xuan inquired thoroughly.
"Then light the fourth!" Yuan Buyu gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words.
Wow, isn't this just like the silly wife making dough? Add water if there's too much flour, and add flour if there's too much water, endlessly back and forth...
"Kid, you're really strange. There are so many things about you that I just can't figure out."
Yuan Buyu admitted honestly, thought for a moment, and then said, "I should focus on things I can understand."
After finishing a breakfast of two baskets of dumplings, two bowls of noodle tea, a bowl of beef noodles, and a cup of soy milk, Yuan Buyu led Zhou Xuan to the outer courtyard to teach him the real skills of a storyteller.
A few apprentice opera singers, seeing this, conscientiously returned to their rooms to practice, leaving the courtyard free.
Yuan Buyu first taught Zhou Xuan how to handle a folded fan and hold the gavel.
