Xiao Cenyang was very meticulous as he discussed with his granddaughter the art of praising others.
In summary, it amounted to just one phrase.
On merit.
After hearing him finish, Cheng Lingdang couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Grandpa, what you're saying doesn't make sense. On merit? Who isn't on merit?"
As she spoke, she huffed, "So many years have passed, think about it, how many people have you praised? Could it be that all those you haven't praised are talentless?"
Xiao Cenyang: "How do you know I haven't praised others?"
"Have you?" Cheng Lingdang snorted, "I've never seen it happen even once."
Xiao Cenyang glanced at her disdainfully, "How many days have you stayed with me here?"
Cheng Lingdang: "…"
She found herself at a loss for words.
"Ahem, even if I haven't been here for long, I've still seen plenty of talent."
Cheng Lingdang crossed her arms and pouted, "I think that young man last time did quite well. Not only did you not praise him, you even disdained him."
