CLATTER-CLINK-ROLL!
Under the shade of the Frost-Pine Courtyard veranda, a dozen priceless [Rank 10 Immortal Jade Mahjong Tiles] bounced. The bamboo tabletop and rolled onto the floorboards without a single one of the four players bothering to pick them up!
“H-he’s holding a girl’s hand!!” Auntie Qin whispered in a high-pitched squeak of pure, uncontainable maternal excitement, pressing both hands against her cheeks as she crouched behind the wooden veranda railing to peek through the fence slats.
“Look at their fingers, Brother Fu, Old Man Yao! Our twenty-five-year-old Nian’er—who used to hide behind the kitchen door whenever the neighbor girls came over to borrow soy sauce—is holding hands with a young lady right outside our front gate!!”
“Wait, wait, let me adjust my monocle for maximum magnification!” Grandpa Fu whispered back breathlessly, his white beard quivering with joy as both his right eye behind his brass monocle and his healed left eye locked onto the osmanthus tree outside the gate.
“By the heavens! Look at Eldest Young Master’s posture! He has straightened his black-and-gold Sovereign collar four times in thirty seconds, and his pulse is beating faster than when he fought the Avatar of Massacre on Floor Nine!”
“And look at what the young lady is cradling in both hands!” Grandpa Yao gasped, hopping from one foot to the other like an excited kid at a lantern festival.
