"Third Sister, what poem have you written? Do you want to recite it for us to appreciate?" Mo Xuemin was very pleased when she saw the ladies around them were still washing their hands, and she could not help but ask with a smile.
"Eldest Sister, you are joking. How would I know how to write a poem. I only know a few words, I don't even know how to put them together to make a poem. Judging by Eldest Sister's speed, I know that your poem is definitely good. You must teach me if you have time in the future, or I would embarrass you when there are such banquets again." Mo Xuetong smiled like a beautiful flower, intentionally raising her voice as she spoke respectfully.
She had really not put much thought in her poem. Mo Xuemin had to be the star of the show tonight.
