My Life with Narration-Chapter 347 - 344: My Skills Are Average, But I Can Play Along With You

Chapter 347: Chapter 344: My Skills Are Average, But I Can Play Along With You

At the dining table, Wen’s mother kept serving food to him and Shen Yi, the landlord’s wife was feeding the little girl, and Da Huang was squatting at the door. The food in the dog bowl was also quite good, just not well-presented. It was a mix of rice, steamed buns, and various meats, but definitely high-quality stuff, you could even see half a pig’s trotter.

As for Old Mr. Wen, he kept glancing at him now and then, his eyes full of gloom and confusion.

He had crashed; he did not expect to falter in the hands of a young man.

One must know, he often battled with the older folks in the village, and with his intelligence, although not undefeated, he had never lost so miserably.

So what if he’s young? Chess relies on brains, not brawn. He didn’t think he’d lose, but the result was two consecutive losses, and both defeats were very clean and decisive. In the first game, after just over ten moves, he was checkmated by the horse and cannon. He admitted he was careless and didn’t escape.

Moreover, this young man on the opposite side was lacking in sportsmanship, ambushing him, an old man in his sixties.

He always thought he lost because he was careless. After learning from the first game, he started to take it seriously, but the second game didn’t last long either. After just over thirty moves, he was caught in a complete runover; his chariots, horses, and cannons barely moved a few steps before being wiped off the board, utterly crushed in the end.

At this point, he had realized that this young man in front of him had deep chess skills and was an expert. His eyes not only became serious but also fully focused on confronting him in the third game.

The result was still a quick defeat, and it was at that moment he understood that the young man in front of him was truly a figure of depth and ambition.

From the way a person plays chess, you could see that he was someone very skillful and adept. No wonder he could do things so crisply and neatly, without any oversight.

If it weren’t for Wen’s mother losing her temper and calling everyone away, he might have embarrassed himself. This time, he did not oppose; instead, he took the opportunity to back down gracefully. Although he was smiling and saying, ’The young man plays well, let’s have a couple more games,’ he secretly made up his mind never to play chess with him again.

Because he already knew there was no way he could be a match for Su Qing. At his age, why would he self-humiliate?

What annoyed him the most was that this young man had no sense of politeness at all, not even knowing to let this sixty-something-year-old comrade win a bit.

So that remark about accompanying him was not arrogance after all.

[After this battle, you have completely cured the signature move of the "crooked mouth war god"!]

Hearing this, Su Qing felt speechless. It’s not that he lacked emotional intelligence, it was just that playing chess for the first time triggered a bit of excitement in the narration, accidentally defeating the opponent thoroughly.

Before, he only knew that playing mahjong could trigger the narration, and back when he had no money, he’d often go to the neighborhood chess room for some pocket money. But after a significant stock market gain, he gave it up, thinking it was a bit unethical to win money by cheating, considering the uncles and aunties also struggle.

But he didn’t expect it to happen in chess too, and more mercilessly, directly prompting him what move to play next. Could it be that the narration’s supernatural power had evolved?

If you keep this up, you’re making me want to go to the Macau casinos and play the role of a gambling god, with those sexy dealers dealing online, and instant payouts available anytime.

Thinking of this, he shivered and decided not to think about it anymore, lest it be illegal. After all, the Su Family holds an irreconcilable grudge against gambling and drugs, yes, with Da Huang.

"Xiao Su, eat up, have some meat. These are all home-cooked dishes; don’t be picky. There’s more if it’s not enough. Look how skinny you are, and Xiao Yi, you eat more too," Wen’s mother said, her chopsticks creating afterimages, quickly piling a small mountain in Su Qing’s bowl.

He ate quickly too, but still couldn’t keep up with Wen’s mother’s speed in serving food.

Even Shen Yi’s bowl had a few more pieces of braised pork. If it weren’t for the fact she was a girl who needed to maintain her figure, her bowl definitely wouldn’t have less than his.

To this, the two could only eat while exclaiming, "No more, really can’t eat anymore," and then start hiding their bowls. After more than three tussles, a few more pieces of meat would find their way into their bowls.

"No worries, if you can’t finish, give it to Da Huang. With a dog at home, leftovers are no issue!" Wen’s mother waved her hand, and only at this moment was Da Huang an essential in the house.

Da Huang: "Woof woof" [I’m cursing you with lots of profanities]

Da Huang cursed wildly, and rudely, but fortunately, no one could understand, or else things would really get tense.

Finally, after Su Qing had eaten three bowls of rice and who knows how much meat, Wen’s mother let him off and even served him a bowl of milky-white soup.

"Xiao Su, have some soup to help it go down!"

Hearing this, Su Qing couldn’t refuse, so he took a sip and found the soup rich and exceptionally fragrant.

"How’s the taste?"

Su Qing gave a thumbs up: "Auntie, your cooking skills are incredible, way better than a restaurant! Today, I’m really enjoying a rare treat!"

After speaking, he slurped down the entire small bowl of soup.

"Listen, Xiao Su knows how to talk!" Wen’s mother beamed with joy, looking at Su Qing more and more approvingly.

Forget about Wen Nanqing and the others, even Old Mr. Wen felt a bit uncomfortable watching, then coughed twice, serving himself some soup.

"Wow, it looks so good. Alas, I’m too full, or I’d definitely have a bowl and taste Auntie’s cooking!" Shen Yi said with a smile.

She seemed to be craving the soup, but it was truly to convey she couldn’t eat anymore, fearing Wen’s mother might serve her a bowl too. Although she didn’t eat as much as Su Qing, she had a bowl and a half and quite some meat, definitely twice her usual amount.

But obviously, she was overthinking it.

Wen’s mother simply said, "That’s not possible; us women should drink less of this soup."

Hearing this, both Su Qing and Shen Yi were taken aback.

"Why is that?" Shen Yi asked.

In response, Wen’s mother smiled and said, "This is a dietary supplement recipe I got from an old Chinese medicine practitioner, containing more than ten tonic ingredients like ginseng, deer antler, and wolfberry, slow-cooked in a turtle nourishing soup. It’s beneficial for men, but not quite good for women due to its overly yang nature. If you really want to drink some, Auntie knows some soups that are nourishing for women; I’ll make them for you next time!"

Su Qing:...

"Tur...Turtle soup?"

"Yes, young men should eat more; it’s good for your health. Xiao Su, you’re too skinny; looking stronger is better," Wen’s mother said matter-of-factly.

For older people like Wen’s mother, strong men look better. Otherwise, how could a skinny guy accomplish anything? Can’t lift a shoulder, can’t carry a hand.

[Ten-Complete Turtle Ginseng Soup, genuine ingredients with over ten valuable Chinese medicinal materials, has the effects of strengthening Qi and blood, nourishing the kidney yang, and consolidating the essence. However, drinking too much isn’t advisable; your body strength is insufficient to digest the amount you’ve consumed, leading to side effects of excessive vitality and nosebleeds.]

Well, definitely a wealthy family. They do use high-quality ingredients.

On the other hand, look at Old Mr. Wen; he’s more experienced, just serving himself a spoonful, going steady.

"Hahaha, drink more, drink more, it’s good for you, especially since you’re weak!" Shen Yi laughed uncontrollably upon hearing these words, patting his shoulder in amusement.

Upon hearing this, the old couple gave him a different look.

Su Qing:...

He really felt helpless at this point: "Auntie, I actually... my health is alright!"

"It’s okay, if there’s a problem, we’ll fix it. If not, it’s preventative. At most, a bit of a nosebleed, it’s no big deal!"

After lunch, he and Shen Yi helped clear the table and then chatted in the living room on the first floor. Wen’s mother was very happy to have so many people at home again.

An hour later, Su Qing only felt a bit hot all over, likely the effect of the soup’s herbs.

Maybe seeing his reaction, Old Mr. Wen’s eyes twinkled as he smiled and said, "Xiao Su, you say you can fish? How about accompanying this old man for a bit?"

[The man who strives to be strong all his life has issued you a fishing challenge. Win, and you’ll receive a gift; lose, and the old man will regain his face!]

"I’m mediocre at fishing, but I can accompany you to play!"

Old Mr. Wen:...

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