"Yeah, yeah! And both my sister's and my name are from the same ancient poem, Uncle, can you guess which one?"
"Um... raindrops on the crabapple tree...
Could it be 'Last night's rain was sparse, the wind fierce, deep sleep couldn't dispel the remnants of wine. I asked the curtain-rolling maid, and she said the crabapple is still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be lush green and fading red'?"
Lin Haitang: "⊙⊙"
Xiao Yu: "⊙⊙"
Seeing the Lin sisters utterly flabbergasted, Yan Weiwei was equally shocked.
"No way, did he really guess it right?"
"Ahem! Don't forget, I'm a top graduate from the Chinese Department, versed in poetry from across the land, couldn't I at least make an educated guess?"
Everyone: "..."
"Narcissist, why don't you just claim you have all the knowledge?"
Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes, assuming Meng Lang just had a lucky guess.
"Uncle, you're amazing, that's the one!" Xiao Yu looked admiringly.
