"Hey, I think I'll pass. You sing so well, how could I embarrass myself?" Shen Yibin felt awkward. The parrot's song was practically identical to the original recording. With his own terrible voice, he was just too ashamed to perform.
"But I absolutely must listen to the original recording for at least two hours every day to even feel like eating or sleeping. If I can't listen, I lose my appetite and can't sleep. You wouldn't have the heart to let me starve to death here, would you?" Jianjian looked at Shen Yibin with pitiful eyes.
'I knew it! None of you critters are easy to take care of!' To raise Hah'Er, his cooking skills had already become good enough to rival a culinary school graduate. And now, to keep this one alive, he had to learn how to sing! Shen Yibin was at his wit's end. 'I've really brought home a bunch of little lords, haven't I?'
