"Wan'er also knows how to play mahjong?"
Standing to one side, Zhuge Qing was somewhat surprised upon hearing Tang Wan's muttering to herself.
"Not knowing how to play mahjong in the Tang Sect of the Shichuan Region is like the people of Beiliang having no life. You may stay alive, but you can't hold your head up in life."
With her face cupped in her hands, Tang Wan said listlessly, "I was brought into the game of mahjong by my family when I was six. At first, my parents wanted to win my New Year's money, but I turned out to be naturally gifted. By the third round, I had won all their seed money. Then, on holidays and festivals, they'd take me to other people's homes to win money playing mahjong. Eventually, when they saw me, their first reaction would rather be to swallow the tiles than play with me."
"That's amazing."
Zhuge Qing suddenly looked at her with reverence.
