Chen Zhou smiled helplessly and ruffled Saturday's head, his tone slightly reproachful.
"I was just thinking about something."
Even though it was a reproach, the smile on his face did not fade.
Indicating that Saturday didn't need to apologize, Chen Zhou took two steps forward, took down a thick stack of framed paintings from the wall, and picked them up one by one for careful appreciation.
...
Since taking over the educational affairs and becoming the teacher and caretaker of the island, Saturday had fewer physical tasks, but his working hours were no shorter.
He had numerous chores to handle daily, leaving him little time for painting.
But Saturday heard a saying from Chen Zhou - "Time is like water in a sponge; squeeze it, and you can always find some."
Saturday didn't know what a sponge was, but he understood that by using time more efficiently, he could always do what he wanted.
