After dinner, Ou Yinghan couldn't sleep. She was mostly recovered by now, and insisted on dragging Ming Mei and Beitang Qing to play cards with her. They were one person short, and Ming Mei looked at Xizeer, hesitating—should they let the child join? Should they or shouldn't they?
Finally, she looked at Beitang Qing and Ou Yinghan, and suddenly remembered that if she didn't let her son participate, she'd be the odd one out at the card table.
So Ming Mei happily called on Xizeer to join them.
Ou Yinghan and Beitang Qing looked at Ming Mei in surprise. "Does Xizeer know how to play cards?"
A six-year-old at the card table, holding mahjong tiles—that scene was undeniably odd.
Ming Mei waved her hand, "It's just that we're short on people, right? Don't worry, back home when we're short-handed, I also have Xizeer join in. He can play, don't worry."
Ou Yinghan: "But… it might seem like we're picking on a child."
