If there were to be a more universally adored Chinese New Year activity than dumplings, suitable for both North and South and for all ages, it would undoubtedly be mahjong.
The future father-in-law pulled him in to make up the numbers for mahjong, and Shi Wangyue found it hard to refuse, but had to honestly confess, "Uncle Ning, you might not believe it, but I really don't know how to play mahjong, not even poker."
Director Ning, who was used to people in his circle playing mahjong whenever they had nothing to do, never imagined there were adults who couldn't play, "You've never played mahjong?"
He looked at Shi Wangyue in disbelief.
Shi Wangyue awkwardly smiled, "I'm sorry, I really have no clue about mahjong."
Ming Jinxin chuckled beside him, "No wonder you and Youyou get along so well. When we were back home, my father-in-law, mother-in-law, and sisters-in-law would always drag Youyou to play mahjong during the New Year. Do you know why?"
