Xia Yueqing wasn't as confident as Pei Yiting; she was well aware of her own mahjong skills.
During the New Year, she was dragged to play for two hours by the old lady, in a ten-dollar game, and lost over a thousand yuan. Xia Yueqing almost developed a psychological shadow from it.
"Well, I'll wait and see."
Compared to Xia Yueqing, Cheng Su was practically a professional, her shuffling and drawing were incredibly smooth.
It's said that this skill was taught by her grandmother, who was also Pei Yiting's grandmother.
"I started playing mahjong with my grandma at two, won nine out of ten games, so I can't believe I'm not a match for you, cousin." Cheng Su said as she threw down a tile.
Beside them were snacks brought by the cruise staff. As Cheng Su took a bite of a pastry, Pei Yiting pushed forward the tiles in front of him.
"Hmm, thank you, cousin. Pung, mahjong!"
