"One three."
"Joker bomb!"
"No! Bai Bufan! Wanqiu played one three! It's one! Three!"
"Yeah, I know. But I played a joker bomb, which beats a three." Bai Bufan calmly responded while picking up a piece of radish with a skewer, blew on it to cool it down before popping it back in his mouth.
"...Fine, your joker bomb, your win, continue." Ding Sihan gave in.
Bai Bufan put down the skewered food and picked up his cards, then played one card: "One four."
Ding Sihan: "(;☉_☉)?"
"...Hey, wait! Bai Bufan, do you even know how to play cards?"
In the fortune-telling room.
Peasant Ding Sihan is currently questioning fellow peasant Bai Bufan angrily.
"Anyway, according to the results, it's all the same," Bai Bufan casually blew on the steam from his skewered food:
"After all, my target isn't just the landlord, but also the peasants colluding with her. With seventeen cards and no quick chances to beat you, I might as well enjoy myself and dampen your spirits at the start."
