After supper, Old Mr. Yan waved her over, "Tingting's wife, come here."
Chu Zhiyi thought Old Mr. Yan wanted to play chess with her again, so she followed his pace to the teahouse on the second floor.
As expected, Old Mr. Yan had set up the chessboard, ready to play chess with her.
"Grandpa, today we can only play two rounds, because the family doctor said you need to rest early recently."
Old Mr. Yan couldn't care less, "Then, we'll play two rounds."
Old Mr. Yan was a terrible chess player, and the sort who was still addicted despite his lack of skill.
In the past, only Yan Qilan would occasionally play chess with him when in the mood, as the family members all thought his chess skills were too poor to bother playing with him.
It was only after Chu Zhiyi arrived that she let him win a few times, much to his delight.
Today was the same, as Old Mr. Yan played with Chu Zhiyi for an extra half an hour in his happiness.