"Mr. Yan's chess skills aren't good?" Shuangshuang asked.
"Not just not good! He's a terrible player, getting worse with every game." With Cheng Yue joining him in chess, Yan Luquan couldn't despise his own son enough.
"That's all I needed to hear! Don't you ever ask me to play chess again! I hold grudges," Yan Ye expressed disdain for his father's behavior.
After three rounds were over.
Feng Yuzhi's dinner was almost ready.
"That's enough! Dinner's ready, stop playing," Feng Yuzhi said as she began to gather up the dishes and utensils.
An Hao and Shuangshuang quickly went into the kitchen to help bring out the dishes.
"I'll be there in a moment," Yan Luquan, who was too addicted to the game to let go, protested, "It's rare to find such a strong opponent!"
His skill level was almost equal to his.
"What do you mean in a moment? It's always a hassle to call you for meals!" Feng Yuzhi didn't allow any arguments and stepped forward to flip the chessboard over.