Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 2237: War at the Mahjong Table

The sound of clattering filled the air as a square table was set up in the center of the Lin Mansion’s living room, with a man seated on each side of the table.

At this moment, they were rapidly shuffling the square tiles on the table.

"I say, big brother-in-law, weren’t you just too stingy just now? I mean, you’re the richest man in Dayong, yet you didn’t even want to win on a self-draw for a few taels of silver. Tsk tsk, how embarrassing!"

Chen Ruochu had been at odds with Xia Zheng since he was a young boy, and even at the mahjong table, they weren’t fond of each other.

Xia Zheng let out a sneer, his slender hands deftly organizing the mahjong tiles made of Glaze.

"There’s no father or son at the mahjong table, and today I’ll add, there’s no elder or younger! Whether it’s self-draw or winning, as long as there’s Silver, I welcome it!"

With two sharp taps, Xia Zheng arranged his tiles into a complete dragon and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Hurry, hurry, I won a round and got a Kang. Two taels of silver from each of you, two taels!"

When it came to organizing tiles, Xia Zheng was the best. While his tiles were all organized, Zhao Hongyan still had a pile of scattered tiles in front of him on the opposite side.

Gao Xuan, while organizing the last tile, took out two taels of silver from a small box at his side and pushed it in front of Xia Zheng.

"Big brother-in-law is right; there’s no elder or younger at the mahjong table, so if I win later, don’t chase me for the silver!"

Don’t be fooled by Gao Xuan’s jovial demeanor in the outside world—he was quite shrewd at the mahjong table. Every time they returned to their father-in-law’s house to play, he usually managed to win some pocket money to take back.

Xia Zheng, as he stuffed the silver into his purse, jokingly prodded someone: "Brother-in-law, you got it wrong. If someone chases you for losing, it won’t be me; it’ll be someone else!"

That ’someone else’ was looking a bit gloomy; he hadn’t won a single round since sitting at the table.

Reluctantly tossing the silver in front of Xia Zheng, Chen Ruochu huffed: "It’s just two taels of silver! It’s not like I don’t have it. Am I afraid of you?"

He refused to bring up the time he lost and chased Gao Xuan for pocket money.

The youngest, Zhao Hongyan, finally finished organizing his tiles, wiped the sweat off his brow, and handed the silver to Xia Zheng.

"Brother Zheng..."

"Hey hey, don’t call me brother! Didn’t you hear earlier? There’s no elder or younger at the mahjong table, only opponents!"

Before Zhao Hongyan could finish, Chen Ruochu interrupted him.

Zhao Hongyan was the youngest and the last to learn mahjong, currently in the phase of getting familiar with the game.

With Chen Ruochu’s interruption, Zhao Hongyan swallowed back his words.

Despite not speaking up, everyone guessed what he was going to say—that he was still learning and if they could slow down the play a little.

Maybe it was intentional, but the other three played extra fast this round, and sometimes Zhao Hongyan couldn’t even see what tile was thrown out before the second or even third tile was on the table.

"White board!"

"I think I want to claim it..."

"Three bamboos! Xiao Liuliu, you’re too slow! Next time, hurry up a bit!"

"Oh, I also want that three bamboos..."

"Nine characters! Three bamboos are long gone! Quickly, draw a tile, draw a tile!"

Zhao Hongyan nodded like a deflated ball, drew a tile, and before he even looked at it, Chen Ruochu and Gao Xuan were already urging him.

"Is it a wind tile? None of the East, South, West, or North winds are useful; just throw it away!"

"Exactly, why keep these wind tiles? Unless you’re planning to form a Kang!"

"He form a Kang? Does he even know what a Kang is...?"

Before the sentence was finished, Zhao Hongyan had already flipped over four tiles in front of him.

"How did you know I wanted to form a Kang? It really is a Kang, the East wind! Dark Kang! Two taels of silver!"

Zhao Hongyan’s face, dumb and cheerful, was full of smiles as he rubbed his small hands joyfully.

Two taels! A dark Kang, and two taels of silver were gone!

Even from the opposite side, Xia Zheng felt his heart tighten, and with his eyes darting, he urged: "Yes, two taels, quickly play a tile! Don’t delay everyone from playing on!"

Chen Ruochu and Gao Xuan exchanged glances, quickly nodding for him to continue: "Yes, yes, play one, play one! The next in line is waiting to draw a tile!"

Zhao Hongyan looked at the tiles in front of him, hesitating. He suddenly looked up and, like an innocent child, asked: "After forming a Kang, aren’t I supposed to draw another tile before playing one out? I didn’t remember wrong, did I?"

Cough, cough, cough!

Xia Zheng almost choked on his own saliva.

Chen Ruochu dug at his ear and looked up at the sky.

Gao Xuan lowered his head and silently counted the thirteen messy tiles in front of him.

Zhao Hongyan stood up and went behind the dragon to draw another tile.

Xia Zheng couldn’t help but gripe internally: This brat, claiming he didn’t know how to play, yet now remembers to draw after forming a Kang!

"Oh, it’s a ’little bird’!"

Zhao Hongyan exclaimed in delight.

Sitting to the side, Chen Ruochu’s eyes instantly sparkled. A ’little bird’ was good; with this, he could win!

Quickly play it out, play it out!

"Little bird, open Kang!"

What the heck!

Another Kang!

Chen Ruochu really felt like crying. He was just waiting for a little bird to win, and this brat opens a Kang!

He’d finally gotten to hearing for a win with just one little bird needed, and this kid just cuts off his path to victory!

Xia Zheng and Gao Xuan chuckled, their mood lifted seeing Chen Ruochu’s sour expression.

Zhao Hongyan, having opened two Kangs, began to feel a bit guilty and tentatively asked: "Uh, do I have to draw another tile again?"

The others laughed, letting him draw another tile, certain he couldn’t draw another dark Kang.

This time, at last, there was no dark Kang.

"Six circles! I’ve been waiting for this!"

Zhao Hongyan laughed heartily, no longer displaying the innocent and naive demeanor, and pushed down the tiles in front of him.

"Self-draw! Plus two dark Kangs, six taels each, six taels!"

One round and he won eighteen taels of silver from three others. Mahjong really was fun, really fun!

Zhao Hongyan was overjoyed, while the other three seemed like they had chewed on bitter herbs, staring at the tiles on the table repeatedly, hoping to find evidence of Zhao Hongyan cheating.

But, these tiles really had no issues, except for being a bit dirty on the surface, they were absolutely fine. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Six taels, the silver I just won is all gone!"

Xia Zheng pouted, handing over the silver he hadn’t even had time to warm up to Zhao Hongyan.

Gao Xuan shrugged and tossed his silver over: "What a streak of bad luck! Looks like I need to go back and pray to the God of Gamblers!"

As big sister said, if you keep losing at mahjong, you should go pray to the God of Gamblers!

The unluckiest was Chen Ruochu; not only did he not win a single round, but the only ’little bird’ was taken for a dark Kang. He practically had the urge to end his misery!

Throwing his remaining pocket money to Zhao Hongyan, Chen Ruochu hugged the four little birds on the table, kissing and coaxing them.

"Little birds, I’m sleeping with you tonight, you must wait for me!"

The other men didn’t even have time to tease him when Lin Wei’s furious voice, akin to a man-eating beast, echoed from the doorway.

"Seductive lady? Which seductive lady? I’ll cut her down right now!"

The men were immediately stunned, hurriedly stashing away their private money.

Oh dear, even Lin Wei has turned into a tiger; life is so hard...