The smell of stir-fried field snails drifted in the kitchen, and soon the few people in the west wing lost interest in playing cards, each tearing off the paper strips from their faces and counting.
Actually, they didn't even need to look to know whose face had the most.
Yi Jiefang nonchalantly threw away the paper strips, pulling Ding Datou by his side and wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "Alright, stop counting. Let's go to the service club."
Ding Datou whispered in his ear, chuckling, "Wait a bit, Brother Dayong's pockets aren't empty."
The two troublemakers raised their eyebrows and together pounced on Wan Dayong to search him, grabbing two yuan and dashing off.
Wan Dayong slumped on the kang incredulously asked everyone, "I believe I won, right?"
Everyone nodded and laughed heartily.
Geng Dasheng laughed muffledly, "You're lucky we left you some change."
