Chapter 222 Specialty 2_3

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"Zong Yi," Meng Lan turned her head back and suggested to her younger daughter, "if you're so capable, you might as well write books or scripts."

"Ah? My dear mother, don't act as if you don't know, my greatest talent lies in eating, not writing books."

"What's the big deal?" Meng Lan said, undeterred, "You can develop a second talent besides eating. If you start trying now, who knows, it might become your primary talent in the future."

Zong Yi set down the beef in her hands.

She looked at Meng Lan.

It didn't seem like Mom was joking.

Zong Yi incredulously turned to look at Zong Ji.

Her own dad, whose only line seemed to be, "Lan Lan Zi, how come you're so insightful?"

To flatter his wife to this extent, he's really quite drunk on love.

I'm only twelve years old, what kind of books or scripts could I write?

Zong Yi looked pitifully towards Meng Xin Zhi, hoping her sister would, as countless times before, help her muddle through in front of their mother.