Chapter 246: Your Mahjong Skills Are Trash, Just Like Grey-Tier Gear

Auntie Wang looked horrified, as though Rita had just confessed to a heinous crime. "Young lady, you need to go home and apologize to your mom immediately! This is no small matter!" 

The older man across the table nodded solemnly. "It's practically the same as slapping your mom in the face." 

Even the proprietress, who had come over to bring water, joined the conversation. "You know, there are three major forms of disrespect to your parents, and breaking up their pure-color hand is one of them." 

The woman on Rita's right sighed and shook her head. "If I were dead and my son burned me 11 matching tiles with a red dragon to complete the set, I'd claw my way out of the ground just to beat him up." 

Auntie Wang thought for a moment, then added, "Do you young people play Ludo? Imagine your plane is about to reach home, and someone knocks it back to the start. How would you feel?"