Xiang Wei said irritably, "What Du Mu, Du Fu, I don't know. Don't keep telling me about these people." Yueyao often brought up a name, and these people were all historical figures, either great poets or great painters, and moreover, these people not only had names, characters, and also pseudonyms; some had several pseudonyms, making her head ache.
Little Bun widened his eyes.
Brother Feifei explained, "Auntie, although Du Fu and Du Mu were both great poets of the Tang Dynasty, they were born a hundred years apart. And Du Fu is as famous as Li Bai, known as the 'Poetry Sage'. Auntie, you must never mix them up in the future."
Yueyao burst out laughing, seeing Xiang Wei's face turned unwell, and said, "I usually tell you to read more books, but you don't listen. Now even children are laughing at you."
Xiang Wei looked at Brother Feifei with a sinister expression, "Are you laughing at me?"
