"Xiaoyi, do you want to compete with your sister to see who knows more about what Su Dongpo loved to eat?" Meng Xin Zhi was definitely an expert at grabbing Zong Yi's attention.
"Let's compete then," Zong Yi said, ready for action, "I'll start. 'Eating three hundred lychees a day, I wouldn't mind becoming a permanent resident of Lingnan,' he loved lychees."
"'With persistent roots, the muddy celery lingers; alone, it stands an inch tall. When will the snow buds stir? For the pigeon that springs forth, one could even make minced meat,' he loved braised celery with pigeon," Meng Xin Zhi interjected.
After just one round, Zong Yi realized she already had no clue what her sister was talking about.
