Qingshan gathered the twenty number sticks on the table, tied them into a bundle, and placed them in a brown paper bag. He asked Yin'er to take the bundle to the back room and give it to Uncle De to use for the next day's number distribution. It was almost noon, and Qingshan condensed a spiritual water ball to water the two pots of century-old ginseng on the windowsill. He then left the clinic and walked along the corridor back to the third courtyard.

In a wing room on the third courtyard, two elderly men in their seventies were guarding the border between Chu and Han, puffing their beards, glaring, and shouting.

"Old Jiu Mengzi, do you know what it means to make a move without regret?"

"Did I lose? If I'm not even touching the chessboard, I'm not losing! If I were an official, you'd have me in checkmate in just two moves! Humph, you stingy rooster! You dug a trap for me to jump into. Luckily, I was wise and brave enough to see through your scheme in time and not fall for it!"

"Bah! A chess player's character is like a person's character. If you insist that you didn't make a move, there's nothing I can do about it. Just wait and see how I destroy your lair—! Bang—!"

“Bang!”

“Ping!”

"Check! Stingy guy, what do you think? Your general was eaten by my little pawn. Didn't expect I still have a backup plan? Hahahaha!"

Luo Zhentian stared at the chessboard with wide eyes in disbelief, muttering, "How—how is this possible? Eh? No, no, put the pawn back and let me think it over. Why do I remember your rook wasn't in this position just now—?"

Zhou Dabao felt a little guilty after hearing what he said, but he still insisted, "There's no such thing as you. Who said you can't regret your move? A real man should lose, so why don't you admit it?"

Luo Zhentian got stubborn and insisted on restoring the chessboard to its original state: "Look, after I captured your knight, you moved your bishop here—then I sent out my cannon, and you pushed your pawn here—then I…"

The more Zhou Dabao listened, the more frightened he became. This stingy guy's memory was getting better and better. He even remembered the chess moves clearly. It was really weird!

"Well, forget it, since you can't stand losing, let's just call this a draw! Let's play another round!"

After Zhou Dabao said this, Luo Zhentian became even more suspicious. Lao Jiumengzi has always been very fussy about chess, so why would he take the initiative to draw the game this time? It's strange!

"Hmph, Old Drunkard, tell me the truth, did you tamper with the chessboard?"

Seeing that the matter was about to be exposed, Zhou Dabao decided to just go for it. He stiffened his neck, closed his eyes, and had an expression that said, "What can you do to me?"

"Well, you old fool, you're so shameless just to eat a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice, and you're even cheating? I'll pull your beard out!"

"Bah, you're the old fool. Qingshan is your granddaughter-in-law, and you can't eat noodles with soybean paste every day, but you have to fight with me for it. You don't know how to treat guests at all! If you dare to pull my beard, I will pull your hair. Who is afraid of who?"

As the two old men were talking, they started pushing and shoving each other again, but although the movements looked quite large, they really didn't hurt anyone else at all. They were more trying to suppress their opponents with their momentum.

When Qingshan entered the room, he saw the two old men fighting again. He was both angry and amused. "Two old men, why are you fighting again? If you fight again, you'll have millet porridge at noon!"

Hearing Qingshan say this, the two men quickly stopped and shouted in unison: "No!"

Zhou Dabao was short-legged but quick. He leaped up to Qingshan with a quick step and said with a smirk, "Hey, Qingshan, the stingy guy and I agreed that whoever wins the game gets to eat at noon! I won, so let's have Yangzhou fried rice for lunch today!"

Luo Zhentian's nose was almost crooked with anger: "Does winning by cheating still count as winning? You despicable old man, didn't you just say it was a draw? How did you win now? Qingshan, don't listen to him. He cheated at chess and is disqualified. Eat noodles with soybean paste for lunch!"

“Yangzhou fried rice!”

"Jjajangmyeon!"

Qingshan couldn't stand it any longer and shouted, "Stop! Stop arguing. I can just make two copies."

The two old men were stunned and nodded their heads in unison, their hearts filled with joy. They even had to say a few polite words: "I'm just worried that you'll be tired, Qingshan!"

Aoyama: ...Looking at your expressions, I don’t believe it at all, hehe!