Mrs. Tang violently shook the thought away. Seeing the old man's curious eyes, she swallowed her anger, forced a smile, and said.
"I don't know. Probably."
Seeing that Mrs. Tang was unhappy, the old man was perceptive enough not to press the issue.
The topic was dropped, and the old men resumed their discussion.
Listening to them praise Su Li, Mrs. Tang's anger flared. She thought to herself,
'Hmph, and here I thought these old geezers and hags were so impressive. Turns out... they have no taste either.'
'Praising Su Li, of all people!'
'So ignorant!'
As Mrs. Tang fumed, she abruptly abandoned her previous line of thinking.
'Actually, newspapers aren't that impressive. You see them every day, and not just one kind—there are several different ones.'
'They're common as dirt, nothing special. People use them to line shelves or wrap things. They even get trampled underfoot or used as toilet paper...'
