The sweet voice struck the soul, which strangely stirred a feeling in Li Xin’s heart, all because of the unassuming David, making the Round Table Conference suddenly quiet.
Estella didn’t feel much about it. In this regard, Mr. Gemini could definitely be called a teacher.
"May I ask a question?"
"Go ahead," Li Xin swallowed and forced a smile, wanting to say that he might not really know it either, just having a smidgen of knowledge, it’s a misunderstanding.
"What is productivity?" Estella asked. "I don’t quite understand why everyone is debating this. The power of production should seem quite evident."
"I don’t really understand either," Li Xin thought for a mont, but fortunately, he had morized this. "Generally, productivity refers to the ability of people to use their capabilities and skills along with the ans of production to create goods and services. Productivity has three elents, which are its basic constituents: the laborer, the ans of labor, and the object of labor."
There seed to be much more, but he couldn’t quite recall it.
Estella felt she understood every word, yet sohow didn’t quite get it. It felt like there was sothing powerful inside, but it wasn’t within her grasp to comprehend at her current stage.
"Sir... Teacher, can you repeat that? I’m afraid I might rember incorrectly."
Listening to that soft, gentle, slightly shy voice, Li Xin couldn’t help but perk up and repeated it once more, even adding a few more fragnts.
Estella was trying very hard to rember it. During this ti, she was working on her own gift, and until it was done, she felt embarrassed to contact Mr. Gemini. However, the disputes among Vladimir and the Grand Scholars were intensifying. It was said they had brawled several tis within a month, even lifting the ceiling of the Academic Hall. Who’d have thought those normally gentle Grand Scholars had such strong combat abilities.
Estella wasn’t sure if she had morized it well. As the do began to sway, the brief gathering ended. Estella bowed; knowledge in Moncalleta was a very great thing and respecting knowledge required even more respect for the person imparting it.
Li Xin returned the gesture. Chatting with Miss Aries was always delightful.
That night, Li Xin finally enjoyed a peaceful sleep. After three days of fierce battles, the macho David finally realized the necessity of rest. Such a man would never worry about food and clothing, even if he weren’t a rcenary.
In adversity, change is necessary, and change leads to success.
Li Xin naturally desired change. Hauling heavy loads was rely temporary. Things like playing musical instrunts, singing, and such were out of the question. As for selling his art... looking at the painters, magicians, and fortune tellers, it seed like getting involved in art didn’t offer much of a future, so he figured he’d be more practical and beco a cook.
When Li Xin shared his idea with Dragon Mother, she opened her massive mouth, "Young Li, it’s good to have ambitions, but reality is harsh. You have other choices, you know."
"Dragon Mother, I’m still a kid!"
"Tch, co on then, whatever’s left in the kitchen, see what you can make. Don’t say I didn’t give you an opportunity," Dragon Mother said with a smile, "Dalivin, where’s your rent?"
"Dragon Mother, I have sothing good here, it feels worthy enough for three months of rent." The painter with a soft yet fawning gentleman manner, his face covered with stubble and complexion looking rough, artists seed to lead stressed lives.
"Nonsense, your lousy painting isn’t even good enough for toilet paper. Let see, if it’s no good, I’ll show you what it ans to cut soone with a small knife," Dragon Mother grabbed the painting and imdiately went silent, eyes wide open, "One month."
Dalivin shook his head, "Dragon Mother, three months is already very generous. Not to ntion its artistic content, once I beco famous, this will be priceless. I think you should understand the artistic value within it."
Dragon Mother wiped her drool, "A month and a half. Try to bargain further, and I’ll get angry."
Dalivin reluctantly agreed, "A month and a half it is. But my food conditions need to be better, my complexion is too poor, I can’t fetch a good price for my paintings."
Dragon Mother thought it over, "Fine, since Young Li is showcasing his special skills, you can co along to taste the dishes." The diverse immigrants each brought their own special flavors, and it wasn’t rare for sothing outstanding to erge in Hedan. Here, unique skills were still highly valued.
"Dragon Mother, count in too." The magician Mr. Kan’s stomach growled, starving without any rich food for a long ti.
"You, aren’t you going out to earn your living yet!"
"Ahem, Dragon Mother, you wonder how Dalivin managed to paint sothing so artistically refined and realistic, it was naturally my magic tricks that did it, and this is only the first phase. Our collaboration, with more to co," Magician Kan smiled without getting upset.
Dragon Mother hesitantly looked at Dalivin, who nodded, "Kan can magnify the field of view with magic, which is why I can replicate it so realistically."
"You two co along then." Dragon Mother reluctantly nodded. She despised these freeloaders who could even drink her poor soup dry if given the chance, "Where’s my David?"
"He’s still sleeping," Dalivin replied.
The inn didn’t allow guests to bring extra people, adding a person ant an extra charge, though exceptions existed, like David. Staying in a big room, generous with money and carefree in nature, handso too, Dragon Mother just turned a blind eye. Of course, everyone knew Dragon Mother had always had her eyes set on David.
The kitchen had no lavish ingredients; the only at was the cheapest chicken, Lirong Inn only had one chef—Ma Liu, whose face was sowhat marred by pockmarks, lean and wiry. It was said he was the sixth among siblings, so everyone called him Ma Liu. He took care of purchasing, cleaning, cooking, and most manual labor practically on his own.
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