After this mouthwatering and unforgettable roast duck, the mist-like rain continued to fall delicately for two more days.
The rain was driving Wu Lan, who couldn't stand being idle, crazy, so a group of people decided to gather some friends and play mahjong.
Teacher Tang was puzzled, "Your room where you keep warm in winter is so spacious, and I see you have a mahjong table. Why not play at your place?"
She even wanted to learn how to play the local mahjong.
It's more convenient at Lao Song's family; going to someone else's home inevitably feels like putting on a show and making small talk. Many people have heavy accents, and the old lady finds it hard to understand, too lazy to rack her brain.
Wu Lan didn't catch Teacher Tang's implication and said rather knowingly, "You can't play at home; otherwise, you'd never be done preparing tea and snacks."
