Hearing Shen Qiang's words, the stunning Mermaid Princess Qian Ning looked at him in shock, and exclaimed, "Are you serious? Do you really think your musical talent surpasses mine? I haven't even won, and you..."
Watching the frowning and astonished Mermaid Princess Qian Ning, Shen Qiang chuckled and said, "Songs, actually for most ordinary people, are a form of spiritual consumption. In a sense, they're no different from food."
"Some people are very hungry, and you can give them any piece of food and they'll find it delicious, but some aren't hungry at all, and have had too many delicacies. You give them a piece of ordinary food, and they feel it's an insult."
The Mermaid Princess Qian Ning, in shock, said, "I don't get it."
"Your song has soul-penetrating power, it's the finest delicacy, placed in front of those who are used to delicacies, they see it as a treasure, but to those who are famished, it's not as good as a bigger, more visually appealing pastry."
