He was like a star shining over the moon, being watched with admiration by the old men in the teahouse - as if mahjong was no longer good, these old men were all sitting happily on their chairs, turning around to listen to Yang

Han sings opera.

"Just say that if Su San's life is cut off, he will become a dog or horse in the next life. I will take the responsibility, repay it, and pay it back..." A very short classic Peking Opera aria was sung.

"Okay!" The shouting voice immediately echoed throughout the teahouse, and almost every old man was clapping his hands.

Yang Ruoyi was inexplicably shocked when she saw the excited blushes on their old faces and their heartfelt smiles.

"One more! One more!" Fu Taining shouted.

"Thank you all for your support. Let me take a break and let me think about what to sing first." Yang Han returned the gift with his fists in his arms. He took the tea from Wu Maocai, put it aside, and said with a smile.

His own voice was not suitable for singing high notes, and he had to rely on skill to sing falsetto to get past it, so after singing two verses, he still had to take a break to recuperate his voice.

Just in time, while Yang Han was resting, Yang Ruoyi hurriedly ran upstairs, and the young figure blew into the office like the wind: "Peng Peng, get your phone quickly and come over to record my dad singing Peking Opera!"

When Yang Ruoyi ran back with her two friends and crowded on the stairs to peek, Yang Han was ready to start singing again, but this time he didn't intend to sing traditional Peking opera.
Chapter completed!