"Sigh, it seems this is the best you can do. You're not even in the same league as me," the parrot snarked, holding the plate of figs. "A parrot of my refined tastes can't possibly endure such simple songs for long. A day or two is one thing, but you can't expect to get by with just these."
'Pfft, you think I *want* to spend two hours a day singing children's songs? Dammit, people on the street are already calling me "uncle"! Who would enjoy doing this stuff? I've already sacrificed so much to wait on you, and you're still not satisfied? What more could you possibly want?'
"Sigh, but you don't like the other songs I sing," Shen Yibin shrugged helplessly. 'This is all I've got. I really can't satisfy you, Your Majesty.'
