Qin Xiangnuan's face instantly darkened. She's older? How old is she supposed to be? He's even six years older than her. What does it mean to say she's older? Although it's true, her age is quite up there by the facts, she just doesn't want to admit it.
"Don't be angry," Jian Zhiqing hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean anything by it, I simply meant that music is something that needs to be cultivated from a young age. Children have simpler hearts, are pure, and think less, so they're able to focus wholeheartedly. Can you do that? Would you be willing to stop selling scallion pancakes?"
"I can't," Qin Xiangnuan shook her head. Not being able to sell scallion pancakes wouldn't do, at least not for now.