The meal officially started at seven o'clock, and this meal turned out to be not a delicacies from the mountains and seas, but a table of Gyeongju home-cooked food.

Moreover, there was no pork on the whole table, obviously taking into account He Waner's quirks.

Sauerkraut fish, boiled beef, Bishan rabbit, fried black goat, boiling cabbage, pot side bun or something, He Guaner originally made up his mind to be reserved to the end, but she met the local Jianghu dishes that she couldn't resist the most.

And it tastes good, too.

But the so-called family banquet is not as lively as a family banquet should be.

The table was full of dishes, half a table of people, and except for Ruan Shidong, who was a little lively, the rest of the people almost didn't speak.

Mo Chunshan seemed to be in a good mood, and he was happy to see Ruan Shidong spare no effort to enliven the atmosphere, as if he regarded himself as the master. Ruan Mengqi, who was supposed to be chattering, was unhappy because she provoked Mo Chunshan when she entered the door, and was later named by Mo Chunshan to help He Wan'er, but she was reluctant and had to give in, and she was not in the mood to make a fuss this night, and she didn't come to provoke He Wan'er again.

As for Mo Shuyi's family of three, they were even more silent, only Dai Zhaodi still had a little expression.

As for the three glasses of wine that Ruan Shidong said, it was not realized at all, because there was no wine on the table.

In short, such a meal is really not like the occasion of family reunion during the Chinese New Year.

Of course, He Wan'er would not deliberately enliven the atmosphere - she was still playing the role of being sulked by Mo Chunshan, so she didn't say a word, just picked up chopsticks and buried herself in eating, so she inevitably ate a lot.

The dinner ended hastily in half an hour, and as soon as she moved to the living room, two big red envelopes were handed to her.

One was given by Ruan Shidong, and the other was given by Dai Zhaodi.

He Wan'er's eyes lit up.

It's been confiscated for many years, and today's "play" is the role that should be accepted, so she obediently said thank you twice and received two big red envelopes.

The two stacks of heavy stacks in his hand, so the titles of his uncle-in-law and sister-in-law were much more pleasant, and a little joy appeared in his heart.

Last year was so sad, Chinese New Year's Eve also cried a lot, even if this red envelope will be handed over to Mo Chunshan for a while, but from her, I am afraid that I can also get a little joy.

She also looks forward to having a good head and being able to run from time to time, without her always using Tomo

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day's chicken soup to get yourself drunk.

There should always be some entertainment after dinner, and in Gyeongju, it is not good to not play a few mahjong games during the Chinese New Year.

So Ruan Shidong took the lead in putting together the game.

After asking around, in addition to himself to fight, Mo Shuyi and Dai Zhaodi are willing to support the game, there has to be one more person.

He naturally consulted Mo Chunshan's opinion.

Mo Chunshan held a cup of tea and replied leisurely: "Uncle, you know, I'm the least good at gambling, why don't you ask if you want to fight?"

He Wan'er secretly hated him for leading the topic to her side again, but only pursed his lips and did not answer.

Ruan Shidong obviously misunderstood, and looked at her with a smile: "I said that you two are still angry after eating?"

He Wan'er avoided answering, only showing a little shyness: "I won't either, I'm still afraid of losing." ”

Ruan Shidong laughed: "A small bet is pleasant, we bet on chips, one at a time, and four caps." ”

"I'll help you look at the cards," Mo Chunshan said leisurely, "Let's play, you eat so much for dinner, just take it as a sport." ”

He Guan'er pursed his lips and forcibly suppressed the thought of scolding him - well, at the critical moment, you have to give the gold lord Baba some face.

After finally getting together the cards, Ruan Shidong hurriedly instructed a black suit to go to the chess and card room to prepare chips, tea, and snacks.

And since she didn't gamble money, He Wan'er was a little more relaxed, but when she arrived at the chess and card room, she learned that the so-called gambling chips were not no longer gambling.

These trenches gamble big, if they win or lose, they are paid in cash, a pile of money is unsightly and cheesy, and the bookkeeping is strange and unidentious, so they all take chips instead of money at the poker table, and settle the game after the game is over.

The Arabic numeral 1 on the chip that Nguyen Shidong said is equal to 100 yuan, and the number on the smallest chip is 10, so the smallest chip is equal to 1,000 yuan.

At the beginning of the game, each player can get a number of chips with a total face value of 200, which is equivalent to 200,000 yuan.

You don't have to exchange money for the 200 chips, but when you run out of chips, you have to spend money to buy them from the winner. Anyway, when the game is over, she has to make sure that she has chips in her hand that add up to 200 and return them to the black suit.

In other words, the mahjong game she is going to play, a thousand jumps, and a maximum loss of eight thousand.

No, this is a bloody battle to the end, so you can lose a maximum of 24,000.

He Wan'er stood at the mahjong table and was worried - if she lost too much, would Mo Chunshan scold her?

Thinking about it this way, I feel that the chair is like a tiger chair, and the so-called "small bet" is to punish her.

Mo Chunshan seemed to see her thoughts, so he moved a chair and placed it next to He Wan'er's position, and sat down slowly while rolling up his sleeves: "Don't be afraid, if you lose, it's mine, and if you win, it's all yours." ”

He Wan'er turned his head and protested dissatisfiedly: "I'm not afraid!"

"Well, I'm not afraid," he said, following her words, chin up to her chair, "why don't you sit on it quickly?"

It was difficult to ride a tiger, so He Waner had no choice but to fight.

The people in the southwest corner are happy to know their fate, like to eat, drink and have fun and are good at this way, mahjong has come here, and has also formed a set of different playing styles from the original system.

Gyeongju mahjong, what flower tiles are all gone, only the tube, strip, ten thousand three-color cards, together to calculate and, the rules are very simple, but want to and the card must be less of one of them.

The simple and crude rules made He Waner dare to say "I will", but she was never good at it.

In her world, she doesn't understand people who are addicted to mahjong, she can't wait to have forty-eight hours a day, and when she comes home, she is tired and paralyzed and brushes some brainless soap opera variety shows to kill time, why do you want to play mahjong and gamble for money, so that you can play so tired and so exciting?

Of course, I can't understand that a young man about her age would spend a lot of time on these 108 small tofu blocks.

This night turned out to be a retro hand-rubbing mahjong, which surprised He Waner. Others are not surprised, and it seems that there should be no such entertainment tool as an automatic mahjong machine here.

So there was more process of shuffling, which made He Waner miserable. Because she is not skilled, she has a problem with playing cards, and she is always a few beats slower than others, but fortunately, no one urged her.

But in view of the big gamble in this game, although she said that she was not afraid, her body was actually very honest.

Whenever she remembered that a number on the chip was equal to a pink Grandpa Mao, her heart hesitated, and her hands began to tremble.

Originally, the card skills were not very good, so that the former was afraid of the wolf and the tiger, and it was even more impossible to grasp.

An hour passed, and she had a few small cards, but she frequently fired cannons, so there were not many chips left in front of her.