"Alright, alright, I get it."
Ye Fei certainly knew that Eleven couldnāt afford to lose; she had no chips left on her hand, and one loss would clean her out.
And President Gu, he was gambling with a deep pocket, once he saw his chance, he was ready to wager. Even if he lost, whatās the big deal? Even if he lost, he had a way out, unlike Eleven.
She could only gamble once.
However, she felt that Eleven had a good chance of winning this time.
"Alright, bet on this round! Go all-in! Worst-case scenario, we lose everything, but if we win, itās a complete turnaround! Besides, the current cards look good, you just need to place your bet, who knows, the hole card might just be a straight flush! Whatās there to fear!"
"...Where have you been hanging out lately? Havenāt been to the Underground City too much, have you? Feiāer, youāve been gambling, does your brother know?"
"Iām being serious with you!"
"I know, I know, Iām following along, arenāt I?"
As Feiāer said, if she hadnāt seen that the cards looked promising and that there was a chance of winning, she wouldnāt have dared to go all-in.
Now, she had put all her bets out there. Win or loss was left to fate.
In a gamble, you never know whether you win or lose until the last round.
What would his last hole card be?
...
"You two behave yourselves, donāt play with fire. Iām going out for a bit."
"Understood." Second Treasure responded in unison.
He trusted the two children; they knew better than to touch what wasnāt supposed to be touched.
Cute was looking at Jiujiu, wanting to speak but hesitating, she lowered her head and continued kneading the dough.
"Whatās up? Something on your mind?" Being twins, they did have a bit of telepathy. Moreover, you donāt need telepathy to read emotions and reactions.
"No, itās just that I heard Mr. Gu saved you today. Werenāt you moved? Youāve even started calling him dad! Mr. Gu must be very happy, right!"
He even cooked himself!
Itās been so long since she returned, yet she has never eaten something made by Mr. Gu herself!
"Heās my dad anyway, whatās wrong with me calling him that? Besides, you started calling mom, mom before I did, didnāt you?"
"Hey, Eleven and Mr. Gu are not the same! Eleven is silly but easy to deceive, so cute! I didnāt expect that to be Mr. Guās taste... So, Jiujiu, your future love must also be a silly girl!"
"...Where on earth did this conversation go!"
Gu Mengmeng, do you think your mother knows youāre calling her cute?
Jiujiuās face was also covered with flour, wiping it merely increased the amount. He gave up, instead focusing on the container. After a moment, he said: "Anyway, they are bound to end up together sooner or later. Iām just getting used to it now, so it wonāt be strange when they get married."
"Hey! Mr. Gu must be very pleased to hear that!" Gu Mengmeng said, "I also think they must be together! Plus weāre here to back them up. Even if itās through fire and brimstone, weāll flatten their path!"
Gu Mengmeng spoke with a determined look.
Jiujiu continued kneading the dough, calmly saying: "Go on, you had something to say."
"Huh?"
"Stop pretending, didnāt you want to say something just now?" At times like these, telepathy came in handy!
His intuition told him that what Gu Mengmeng initially wanted to say was definitely not that.
"Well..." Gu Mengmeng interlaced her fingers, playing with the flour on her hand, pretending to be clueless.
"Speak up or not?" Grandpa Jiu squinted.
"Alright, alright... Iāll talk! Iāll talk!" It wasnāt so much that Gu Mengmeng had compromised; it was that the secret was too hard to hold in, she just couldnāt help it!
"So Iām telling you, but you canāt tell Mr. Gu, okay?"