You could totally write novels; that would be more lucrative. Between translating for others and earning money yourself, which do you prefer?

Zhang Mingzhi was somewhat tempted, but he didn't know how.

"But I don't know how."

"Go and take a good look at it, then start writing. I'll give you the spare notebook I had before. Take a good look at it and start writing, okay?"

Mo Yan looked at Zhang Mingzhi. This kid is quite smart. "Think about it, is translating for others as good as writing your own stuff?"

That makes a lot of sense.

"Okay, Auntie, I understand. I'll see and give it a try."

"Let me tell you, if you want to watch something, watch the kind that's really popular online right now. Don't just watch the old stuff, it's useless. We need to keep up with the latest trends online."

After listening, Zhang Mingzhi nodded again, "Second Aunt, thank you."

His aunt really cared about him; she thought of everything for him.

"Wait for me."

Mo Yan went in and brought out the computer for him. "You can use the computer to read. In the future, you should study more books, get into a good university, and serve your country."

"Second Aunt, thank you."

"What's wrong with you, kid? I've already told you, no need to thank me, but you keep saying thank you."

Go back quickly.

Mo Yan sent Zhang Mingzhi back before returning to her own room.

Call Zhang Mingxue? No way.

Mo Yan made herself a dry pot chicken, shrimp, and fried some tofu with a crispy skin. She dipped it in chili powder, and it tasted pretty good.

After eating, I started watching TV. This is truly the wonderful life of a retiree.

Around 10 o'clock, someone kicked the door open. Mo Yan went to open it with a dark face. Zhang Mingxue stood outside with a dark face, followed by Wen Xingsheng with a forced smile.

"Auntie, we've come back to see you."