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"I should be able to help with anything in the kitchen," Zong Guang responded with certainty.
"Really? You used to not even know how to peel a potato."
"After all these years, there must be many things about me that Dad doesn't know," Zong Guang retorted, using Zong Ji's earlier words against him.
"That's also true," Zong Ji stopped what he was doing and looked up at Zong Guang, "How about, for today's father-son meal, you cook?"
Zong Guang, taken aback by Zong Ji's direct challenge, paused for a moment and then rolled up his nonexistent sleeves, responding, "Sure, what does Dad want to eat?"
Zong Ji made room for him, "Just make something you're good at."
"I..." After hesitating for half a second, Zong Guang spoke up, declining, "I don't want to make what I'm best at today."
