"I'm pretty awesome, aren't I?
Is this the first time in my life I'm hearing praise from you?
Hearing you say that, I almost don't want to admit that I'm just winging it.
After I found out yesterday that you were going to intern in Ferragamo's shoe-making department, I took a trip to their museum." Lei Pili felt an exceptionally bright mood due to Yan Yan's sudden praise, as if the night had turned directly into day.
In the matter of translation, Lei Pili never fought unprepared battles, especially when he knew he was likely to translate for someone "particularly important."
"Praise? Which ear of yours heard me praising you?
You don't think opera is a form of praise, do you?
For me, Italian and Italian opera share only one common point—I, don't, understand." Complimenting others was just fluff; bringing someone down was where Yan Yan truly excelled.
"So that's how it is, I guess I'm getting ahead of myself again." Lei Pili liked to see Yan Yan smile.
