Uncle Zhang pulled out four perfectly pressed bills from the book and found eight dimes: "Count them."
Yu Xinyan's attention wasn't on the money at all; she kept staring at the book in Uncle Zhang's hand: "Uncle Zhang, whose book is that?"
Uncle Zhang looked down at the book in his hand: "It's mine, the old man's. What, do you like it?"
Yu Xinyan exclaimed with delight: "Uncle Zhang, you can read traditional Chinese characters?"
Uncle Zhang burst out laughing: "Yes, back in my day, we learned traditional characters in school."
Yu Xinyan was thrilled: "Uncle Zhang, I have a favor to ask, could you spare some time to teach me how to read traditional characters?"
Uncle Zhang saw the hope in her eyes and, a bit boastfully, said: "Why not, come over when you have time."
Hearing Uncle Zhang agree, Yu Xinyan's face lit up with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, consider this fish as my tuition fee for today."
