In the following days, your life was as bland as the boiled water you are drinking now.
At the moment, Zhao'er was sitting beside you, with an apple in her left hand, from which she would occasionally take a bite, and in her right hand, she held a Chinese chess piece, playing the game expressionlessly.
She had faced several opponents by now.
The whole thing started with Little Qinniang, because during the New Year celebrations, it was so boring to watch TV at home, that your mother dug out a set of Chinese chess from the cupboard and began teaching her.
While your mother was teaching Little Qinniang, Zhao'er casually watched a few rounds and then joined in the board slaughter as well. The result was that after more than ten games, your mother's win rate was zero!
Oh, my life!
Over the past decade or so, only you and others had the experience of being thrashed by your mother on the chessboard!
It wasn't long before Wu Qiyi and Xi Yu came over for a visit.
