"Let's play chess."
After lunch, Xu Qinghe took out his chessboard, a simple board he had painted himself with a brush. It was very crude, paired with a set of large chess pieces. Seeing that he didn't move, Xu Qinghe asked, "You don't know how?"
"I know a little."
Pei Yicheng nodded. Besides medicine, Grandpa's greatest passion was playing chess. However, due to his busy clinic, Grandpa didn't have much time to play.
"Come on."
Xu Qinghe took the red pieces and started setting them up.
Pei Yicheng earnestly arranged his pieces, pouring into it the same spirit he had for his college entrance exams.
Xu Nianji, holding his son in the cool room and looking at the two of them playing chess under the big tree in the courtyard, said, "Nian'an, it seems that Dad has softened his heart after that talk with Yicheng."
"I hope he can do as he said and not bully my little sister."
