On the way back, Liu Yan turned on the car's radio and found the music channel to listen to.
An elegant and sophisticated melody waved through the speaker; it was a classical piano piece.
She didn't seem interested in such a music, searched again, and finally came up with an erhu solo.
After all, Baobao was going to learn erhu in the future, so it wasn't bad idea to introduce the little girl to various songs earlier.
Just like she thought, it really piqued the little girl attention.
"Nice!" After a pause, she added in a tentative tone, "I think Grandpa Song's sounds better."
"Indeed" Liu Yan nodded, even a layman like her thought that Uncle Song sounded better.
She didn't know much about music theory or stuff like that, but as a chef who dabbling in another kind of art—cooking—she had developed a keen sense of aesthetic. These released singles always give people impression of an over-crafted craftsmanship.
