"What's the difference if you've heard it? With your dense head, it's the same as not having heard it."
Feng Yi was annoyed, kicked Shitou, and then turned to Mo Canglan, giving him a look: "Brother Lan, what's that idiom? Playing the instrument to some ... ?"
"Playing the lute to a cow."
Mo Canglan instantly understood his meaning, and the two senior brothers formed an alliance and jointly struck back.
"How is it a waste to play the lute to a cow?"
Shitou didn't accept defeat, he stubbornly insisted: "I understand musical notation; I can remember it after just one listen."
"Haha, you can remember it?"
Feng Yi gave him a side-eye, a mocking smile on his face: "Alright, sing it for us. If you can remember half of the lyrics, I'll admit defeat."
"Fine, I'll sing."
Shitou refused to be defeated, swallowed some saliva, and started to make a fool of himself with his gesture.
A melodious song turned into a rooster crowing in his version.