He gave in to Jiutiao Meijie temporarily, considering his parents who had raised him for sixteen years and had been farmers for most of their lives.
"Let's not talk about money and status for a moment, when ordinary people see them dressed in expensive and beautiful gowns, they generally feel the other party is an unapproachable entity," Kiyono Lin suddenly lowered her head in contemplation, "That's right, you acted very naturally at the tea party last time, so it seems you don't need to worry about this step."
"Then it's easy," she relaxed slightly, "As long as you don't regard the other as superior mentally, your actions and manners will be natural. Just make sure you don't suddenly start dancing the 'Sakura Momo' or whistling 'Jingle Bells.' After all, it's not an especially serious occasion."
"Do you really need to spell it out like that? What's wrong with 'Sakura Momo' and 'Jingle Bells'? They're world-class music!" Dubian Che argued indignantly, defending both.
