Randolph explained his purpose for coming.
He was indeed there to provide a treat.
But the way he provided this treat was beyond everyone's imagination.
He had two beautiful women recite a pair of Chinese poems.
He called it a "cultural immersion."
The two Mexican beauties recited with such perfect, crisp pronunciation that it made Su Xi's scalp tingle.
And it resonated strongly with him.
Back in China, Su Xi only had a third-grade level education.
But he had heard these two poems before.
"Goose, goose, goose, neck curved, singing to the sky. White feathers float on green water, red webs push through clear waves."
Su Xi could even recite along.
The second poem moved him to the brink of tears because his grandfather had taught it to him, more than once.
"Hoeing grain at noon, sweat drips to the soil beneath. Who knows that of the food on their plate, every grain is born of bitter toil."
