"Sir, this word means linkage, and also cohesion. It describes a state. The word before it is a particle, usually to express surprise or to intensify the meaning..."
Since that day, Yu Fei had begun studying with Little Watermelon. But he wasn't starting with machine theory or the machinist's secret texts; instead, he was learning the language.
He had guessed correctly: Little Watermelon and Old Man Orange were not related by blood. Yu Fei didn't ask about her past, and Old Man Orange wasn't about to volunteer the information.
Thanks to Yu Fei's tireless efforts to ply her with food and his constant displays of goodwill, Little Watermelon's malice had all but vanished. After all, she was just a sheltered child who, under Old Man Orange's tutelage, had grown cautious and crafty.
She brought out a number of machine-related books, holding nothing back. But for Yu Fei to study them, he faced his first major hurdle.
