"Pengshan is not far, and the tadpoles are diligently visiting. Qua, beautiful! It matches my mood perfectly. Liang is truly talented, and so is Liang Qu!" Old Toad became happier and more delighted as he read on, flapping his webbed feet, "Quickly, quickly, another poem! Another one!"
"Frog Duke, composing poetry is rather difficult," Liang Qu massaged his temples, looking utterly exhausted.
Old Toad feigned misunderstanding: "Then how about we meet in a couple of days? Liang Qu should rest and create more!"
"I can't rest, I can't create, without eating Treasure Fish, I can't come up with good poetry!" Liang Qu didn't beat around the bush and laid it bare.
