Uncle Tang indeed lost 50 yuan in a card game last month, but he wasn't expecting to be called out by Yuantong right to his face.
The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward; Uncle Tang was pinching a fried broad bean, his hand already lifted and ready to eat, now not sure whether to eat or not.
Chuchu noticed Uncle Tang's embarrassment and, wanting to ease the atmosphere, she took the initiative to say,
"Losing 50 yuan in a card game is normal; some people in our village lose hundreds, now those are the people who really don't know how to appreciate what they have."
Uncle Tang fell silent again.
Yuantong said, "During the New Year, Uncle Tang lost over five hundred."
Chuchu's face grimaced.
Uncle Tang quietly left, he needed to go to the dam to blow off some steam and clear his mind.
Jiang Ning glanced at Chuchu, who was keeping her head low, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.
