They say that interest should be cultivated from a young age, but he couldn't imagine that Tang Yuxin's hobby would be playing in the mud, as many children in the village did.
Such a scene is too beautiful for him to imagine.
"You may insist on her learning, but there's no guarantee she'll actually learn," Tang Zhinian patted his younger brother's shoulder, "Our little Yuxin is a willful one, and certainly an opinionated one."
You should ask her when she gets home if she's interested in learning the piano. After all, she's his daughter, and Tang Zhinian had a hunch that Tang Yuxin wouldn't like it. If she indeed didn't like it, wouldn't Zhijun's fervent push be like 'shaving one's head and carrying hot potatoes on it'? No matter how keen he was or insistent he became, if Yuxin didn't like it, there'll be no use at all.
Tang Zhijun gritted his teeth; he believed his little niece was a traditional sophisticated girl.
