"I want to be a noblewoman." Wang Wenwen raised her hand.
The family sat in a neat row, waiting for the Illusion Director to choose.
"That's the Female Lead. It's not your turn." Little Illusion shook her head.
"Why?" Wang Wenwen protested. "Can't I put on makeup?"
"You can only be extras," Little Illusion said.
"What's so bad about that?"
"Extras won't get tormented. The lead gets tossed around nonstop. Do you want that?"
"Then forget it."
"Oh, Illusion Director, what role can you arrange for me?" Zhao Han asked with a laugh.
"You can be a cook." Little Illusion looked her over, then said.
"A c-cook? All right, then." Zhao Han drooped dejectedly.
"You should be satisfied. I'm only giving you this extra role with over two hundred lines because we're on good terms. Those aren't easy to find."
"So the Illusion Director is looking out for me after all. I wonder what those two hundred lines are?" Zhao Han asked hopefully, completely devoid of her usual seriousness at the company.
"Madam, it's time to eat. Madam, it's time to clean up." Little Illusion thought hard before answering.
"Isn't that just two lines?" Zhao Han could not understand.
"Yeah, repeat each one a hundred times. Doesn't that make over two hundred lines?" Little Illusion looked at her as if she were an idiot.
"Hahaha!" Everyone burst out laughing.
"All right, all right." Zhao Han sighed helplessly.
"What role do I get?" Wu Shanshan asked.
"I won't play favorites. You also get an extra role with over two hundred lines. You're a laundress."
"Oh, don't tell me it's going to be, 'Madam, it's time to do the laundry. Madam, the laundry's been collected,' right?" Wu Shanshan asked, amused.
"Uh, you really are smarter than Hanhan. I don't even need to