"A three."
"Joker Bomb!"
"No! Bai Bufan! Wanqiu played a three! A! Three!"
"Mm, I know. I played a Joker Bomb. It's bigger than a three." Bai Bufan picked up a chunk of radish with a skewer, touched it to his lips, then hissed from the heat and put it back down. He nodded calmly.
"...Fine. Your Joker Bomb is amazing. Go on, then." Ding Sihan gave up.
Bai Bufan set down his oden, picked up his hand cards, and tossed out one card. "A four."
Ding Sihan: "(;☉_☉)?"
"...Hey! Bai Bufan, do you even know how to play cards?!"
Inside the Fortune-telling House.
Farmer Ding Sihan was furiously questioning Farmer Bai Bufan, who stood beside her.
"Anyway, the result's the same," Bai Bufan said unhurriedly, leisurely blowing away the steam rising from the oden in his hand. "After all, I'm not fighting just the landlord, but the landlord and the farmer colluding with her. Since I can't wipe you out with seventeen cards anyway, I might as well enjoy myself first and crush your fighting spirit."
Damn it, so Bai Bufan had noticed their setup.
Seeing that the truth was out, Ding Sihan smiled and tossed her hand cards into the card pile. She stretched, pulled out her phone, glanced at it with concern, and shook her head. "It's been almost an hour and a half. Why is there still no news from Lin Li's side? Why hasn't he confessed yet? Even when I ask him, his replies are so perfunctory. Nothing went wrong, did it? Did he fail and go hide at the bottom of the river to cry?"
"That'd be way too polluting." Bai Bufan clicked his tongue, then shrugged. "But I'd rather believe he's hiding at the bottom of the river laughing because he's happy. Failure?