บท 877: Crunch

Days seemed to be passing really fast. The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Mu Chenyan held her fifth glass of the cold beverage and chugged it down. 

"Chenyan!"

She straightened up and looked over at Grandfather Xiang, "Yes, Elder Xiang?"

"Come here and sit down with me," said Grandfather Xiang. "Let's play a game of go-stop."

"All of a sudden?"

"Why? I need to send you an invitation?"

Mu Chenyan pursed her lips and shook her head before she ran over. But soon, she ran back and brought back a glass full of ice cubes with her. She placed the glass on the table and said, "We can start." She picked up the hwatu deck of cards with a complicated look in her eyes. In the end, she couldn't help asking, "Elder Xiang, why go-stop?"

"Why? I can't play it?" 

"No, you can," replied Mu Chenyan. "But you always prefer playing chess or any board games. It's rare to see you playing a card game."