Gu An'an looked at her eloquent youngest son and neither agreed nor refused.

Jiang Yong'an looked at the chessboard and realized that it was different from the chess games he usually saw.

"Gomoku?"

“Yes, Mother said that too much intelligence is harmful. Bao’er and I are already smart enough and don’t need to play chess to exercise our brains. So playing this is just a good way to pass the time. But Mother has lost all her money to us and is about to cry. Father, do you want to play? We have very small bets, only ten coins per game.”

Jiang Mingxu had a lot of copper coins, so it was clear that Gu An'an had lost badly.

This made Jiang Yong'an laugh. "I didn't bring any money."

"It's alright, we can write an IOU first, or I can lend you the money. I'll lend you ninety coins, and you can pay me back one hundred coins later, how about that?"

Good heavens, 10% interest? That's outrageous!

"I'd better not play anymore. What if you lose and then cry and act like a jerk?"

"Why are you being a scoundrel? We're real men, how could we be scoundrels? Father, are you scared? Mother, let's keep playing, we don't want to play with this coward."

Jiang Mingxu turned his back on everyone, perfectly embodying the attitude that "money talks, and nobody gets lost."

Gu An'an was quite helpless and was about to uphold justice when she saw Jiang Yong'an sit down next to her. "Let's play another round and see."

The man looked down at the chessboard, but he was sitting next to her, so much so that Gu An'an felt she could smell his scent.

It has a somewhat pungent fragrance.

The scent made her dizzy—

Does Jiang Yong'an also use incense?