"After looking at my cards, he said: Mom, he holds 40,000 to 50,000 to 60,000."

"After seeing Aunt Zhao's cards, he said: Mom, this grandma has three chickens and a few."

Meng Hui was filming with a law enforcement recorder nearby. Hearing this, he couldn't help but covered his mouth and started laughing.

Wei Jinyuan continued to express his bitterness: "We really had no choice but to say, "Xiao Yuan, take care of your son, otherwise we won't be able to play mahjong anymore." But as for her, she just scolded the child a few times symbolically.

She asked him not to report the cards, but there was no practical action. She was too busy playing mahjong herself, so she had no intention of disciplining her."

"We are all acquaintances, so it's hard to say anything because of face. Her son was still running around in the teahouse, looking at it non-stop. Lao Wang originally asked for three, sixty, or ninety thousand, but her son reported the cards and the two families wanted

Wan Zi's was originally supposed to pay 90,000 yuan, but he withheld the offer at first sight. He would rather hit the target sideways than to give him a single shot."

"I was playing Xiao Qi Pair. When his son came over to look at the cards, he said that I had all pairs in my hand. On the card table, two and four were all broken. Even if two families didn't want the money, Yuan Meihua, who was facing me, had all the money. Listen to what he said

He said that if you kill three of a kind, you won’t play, and my seven-pair full card of dragon’s three of a kind will be useless.”

"The same goes for Aunt Zhao. She is almost seventy, and she is slow at playing cards as she gets older. Xiao Yuan's son was deliberately playing tricks on the side. When Aunt Zhao was not paying attention, he stole her cards several times. Thirteen cards became twelve.
Chapter completed!