The old Emperor laughed, "Come sit over here, I called you over just to chat casually. I don't have any old friends to talk with."
"Yes," Yang Ming lowered his head and moved forward.
He fetched a chair and sat at a spot slightly at the back.
The old Emperor didn't say much, eating that sticky porridge-like food while watching a variety show, laughing out loud from time to time.
But after laughing, the old Emperor looked thoughtful, and muttered, "Edwan?"
"Father."
"Do you think the values conveyed by this program are correct?"
The old Emperor said slowly,
"For the sake of entertainment, they are constantly making a spectacle, shamelessly attacking others' weaknesses, deliberately making people play the clown... Isn't this a bit excessive?"
Edwan laughed, "Father, this has become quite common. The content of TV variety shows is guided by ratings, which means that the public likes to watch these kinds of shows that help them relax."
