Did We Regress?

Looking to the side room, Wang Ming Liang said in a tired tone, "We're old now. Inevitably, we aren't as creative and flexible as we were when we were young."

Hearing this, Wang Ming Cheng flared up again, "If you know that we're old now and that we can't be so impulsive and creative, then what do you call this mess you've created!? I'll tell you, if there's impulsive, you're impulsive, if there's creative… I don't know if I could have thought of such a method to create a mess if I wanted!"

Keeping her eyes focused on the door, Wang Ming Liang easily changed the topic, "Little Cheng, I'm tired. I don't want to make the festival wine anymore. I want to make a familial wine."

Averting her gaze, she pointed to the back of the kitchen and said, "Just earlier today, Li Liu sent me a package of sunless flowers."