Chapter 2892 - 1371: Interlude · A Small Gamble for Amusement_2

As a result, Ji Xiaoge inadvertently heard this while passing the study, but she only caught the first half, unaware that her dad and grandpa planned to order takeout. Excitedly, she went to her mom to report that dad and grandpa wanted some Western food. Together they decided to whip up some fried chicken nuggets in the kitchen.

Later, during dinner time, the delivery guy arrived, and Ji Family sisters’ father was sent outside by his father-in-law to pick up the takeout, which he brought directly to the table.

A while later, Ji Xiaoge and her mother finished cooking the chicken nuggets and brought them to the table.

Then, as time passed, the old man Ye strolled out of the study. Upon seeing the table full of takeout, he happily grabbed a nugget and stuffed it into his mouth.

Simultaneously, the delivery guy, who forgot to bring in the complimentary drink, showed up at the entrance hall again.

The entrance hall of the Ye Family mansion faces directly into the dining room.

The delivery guy stands in the entrance hall with a complimentary cola bottle in hand.

Old man Ye is in the dining room, lying down, surrounded by takeout packaging.

And then... there was no "and then"...

Let’s just say, everyone has an idea of Ji Xiaoge’s culinary skills, which are purely inherited from her mother. To put it bluntly and honestly, if Ji Xiaoge’s dishes are "colorful, aromatic, and poisonous," then her mom’s dishes are "colorful, aromatic, and highly toxic."

In short—the delivery guy took a photo, the internet helped it go viral, the store was reported, and people began to pray.

This is the only information that junior members of the family are aware of, which was all disclosed by Ji Xiaoge.

As for how this incident eventually calmed down, even Ji Xiaoge, who was involved, isn’t completely sure. But everyone has probably guessed that in the end, it was these outsiders who employed some unconventional methods, dispersing this bizarre case into the void. Not only were all the photos circulating online destroyed, but to this day the entire incident remains only in the hearts of a few who were deeply engaged at the time, leaving few traces.

The delivery guy, bursting with righteousness, also had his memory covertly altered by the Ji Family sisters’ father. Though he didn’t become an internet celebrity, he soon won a lottery prize and leapt into the middle class, even opening his own catering business, living a fairly happy and fulfilled life—a good man rewarded.

As for the only victims in this incident, the chain restaurant, which suffered reputational damage, wasn’t hit too hard. Although business wasn’t particularly good for those months, it didn’t sustain any significant losses. As for the Ji Family sisters’ grandfather, although he stopped breathing for about three seconds, he was finally brought back to life. Aside from feeling nauseous at the sight of fried food for half a year, he didn’t suffer any lasting effects, remaining as robust as ever with a healthy appetite.

...

In short, the story ends here, and the mood fell into a bizarre awkwardness, even Ji Xiaodao, who’s mostly in her own world, found herself at a loss.

Finally, Motan’s voice echoed in the room: "Why don’t you come in already? All piled up at the door, are you acting as doorkeepers?"

"Shut up, we’re coming."

Yi Dong shouted back without turning his head, then apologized with a laugh, "Haha, come on in, come on in, it’s hot at the door, it’s nice and cool inside with the air-conditioning."

Ji Xiaodao then said seemingly out of nowhere, "I always feel like you’re the hostess of this family."

Yi Dong: "???"

Yu Chen: "Eh!?"

Cui Xiaoyu: "That’s an unexpected path."

Ji Xiaoge: "Pff—"

And this girl couldn’t stop, laughing all the way from the entrance hall to the living room, and even when Yu Chen and Ji Xiaodao dragged her to sit down on the sofa, she still couldn’t stop, laughing wildly.

"By the way, Xiaodao classmate..."

Yi Dong glanced at Ji Xiaodao with twitching mouth corners, whispered, "I get that you want to change the topic to relieve your sister’s embarrassment, but can you try a different approach next time? I’m as straight as they come!"

Ji Xiaodao blinked, frowned, and said, "So you’d rather I consider you the host of this house?"

Yi Dong: "..."

Ji Xiaodao: "Just kidding."

Yi Dong: "But your expression was so serious!"

Ji Xiaodao: "You can see me as a poker-faced person."

Yi Dong: "..."

...

At the same time, Motan, Kanglan, and Wanyang sitting around the coffee table were nearing the end of their game.

Kanglan leisurely leaned against the back of the sofa, cockily crossing his legs: "I claim landlord!"

Wanyang gritting his teeth, almost obscured by the dense paper strips covering his face, with his conspicuously red hair still very visible: "I’m claiming!"

Motan yawned, lazily waved his hand: "Not claiming."

Wanyang was shocked, then broke into a sinister grin. After taking the three bottom cards—a Big King, a Queen, and a King—he glared maliciously and declared: "I’m raising the stakes, a limited set of Gugu-chan figurines from the summer of ’46!"

Kanglan remained expressionless: "Match, a signed album of covers from Gugu-chan’s debut era."

Motan remained expressionless: "Match, a sweater hand-knit by Gugu-chan last year, if you don’t mind the letter T on the chest."

Wanyang hesitated: "What does the letter T mean?"

"The initial letter of Motan’s ’Tan’."

Sitting on the armrest of the sofa, Yi Dong pulled at the corners of his mouth, dryly saying: "I have an identical one with the letter D."

Wanyang was shocked, furious: "Why do you both have sweaters hand-knit by Gugu-chan, with your initials on them!!"

Yi Dong raised a hand to cover his face, sighed toward the heavens: "Because she’s my mom... By the way, she supposedly knitted a pair of boxers for my dad, though I’ve never seen them."

"Oh right, I honest-to-gosh forget Gugu-chan is your mother... No, more precisely, I’ve never been able to accept that fact."

Wanyang clutched his face in agony, then glaring at Motan with widened eyes, shouted: "Then why do you also have one? Gugu-chan’s not your mom?"

"That’s true, but the aunt has always liked me."

Motan raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly: "If it weren’t for Yi Dong threatening his life, she even wanted to call me her brother."

"Darn it!"

"Darn it!"

Both Yi Dong and Wanyang cursed simultaneously, though Wanyang quickly calmed down and gritted his teeth saying: "Never mind, once I get the sweater, I’ll rename myself Wang Llama, so my name will also have a T!"

Leaning against Wanyang’s chair, Cui Xiaoyu was equally shocked, bewildered: "Holy God Wang Llama! Are you serious?!"

"Whether he’s serious or not doesn’t matter."

Motan interjected lightly, his tone bright: "He can’t win."

Wanyang was taken aback, angry: "You just wait! I’m definitely going to win this round!"

"Brother..."

Kanglan clicked his tongue, shook his head: "You said the same thing when you only had one strip of paper on your face."

"Shut your mouth!"

Wanyang slapped his leg, forcefully tossing a card onto the coffee table: "I’m playing a single three!"

Kanglan casually threw down a Small King: "I’ll intercept."

Wanyang directly smashed down a Big King: "Beat that!"

Motan: "Pair of deuces."

Wanyang: "..."

Motan: "Do you want it?"

Wanyang: "..."

Motan: "Don’t want it?"

Wanyang: "..."

Motan: "456 airplane with 7, 9, J, report a single bottom card, want it?"

Wanyang: "..."

Kanglan: "789 airplane with 10, Q, A, want it?"

Wanyang: "..."

Kanglan: "Single, play a three."

"Offering you victory."

Motan flicked his remaining card, a 4, onto the table, then leaned forward and patted Wanyang’s trembling shoulder: "Really too graceful, brother, here’s a word of advice for you."

Wanyang glared venomously at Motan, his voice full of resentment: "If you say I’m not cut out for cards, and should stay away from gambling, I’ll have you thrown out Arluba at your neighborhood entrance."

"Oh, no."

Motan shook his head, pulled six Kings and ten Deuces from his pocket, shrugged: "I just wanted to tell you to avoid bringing me into card games in the future, and don’t let me shuffle."

"You freaking cheat!?"

"Yeah, I’m really sorry..."

"That round doesn’t count!!"

"Okay."

"The previous ones don’t count either!!"

"Alright, alright, my bad~"

"Give me the sweater!"

"Giving face, are you?"

Chapter 1371: The End