Master Yan Se went to the table, shook his head at the old man, and sighed. Then he turned around to see Chen Pipi, who was as timid as a quail with his head lowered, shaking his head and sighing again. He asked, "How has the abbey dean been recently?"
Hearing this, Chen Pipi looked up and wondered, "You know I've been in the Academy all these years, how would I know if he is good or not?"
Yan Se slightly stroked his sparse beard and stared at him, impatiently saying, "Now that you do not know, we can't chat about the old days. Since you have escaped from the Abbey, do I need to save your face?"
Chen Pipi became increasingly puzzled, touching the back of his head and answering, "Of course not."
Master Yan Se growled, "Then why not offer me a seat? Why stand here like a dull goose?"