"It's just a simple game, if we don't play now," Gu Shaocheng teased, glancing at the time on his left hand, "If you guys enjoy the aircraft writing, play a bit longer here. Lunchtime is here, and those not interested can join me for lunch."
The kids all wanted to stay and play; they had devoured quite a bit of dessert at the buffet.
Many gentlemen, of course, were willing to join Gu Shaocheng for lunch.
Hua Hua decisively followed, grumbling, "Go ahead and whet my appetite, but when I'm full and win all the game prizes, you'll be surprised!"
Gu Shaocheng smiled, "Oh, then I'll be eagerly waiting."
Hua Hua grabbed Ling Yin's hand, "Brother Ling, let's eat our fill first to have the strength to play games!"
As it turned out, the game continued at the dining table.
A group of well-fed and merry men and women, still lingering at the elongated table, listened as the host announced the game's rules.
