The third day.
Chen Ji was awakened by the patter of the rain.
He draped himself with a robe and leaned against the door frame, quietly watching the curtain of rain hanging down from the eaves onto the blue bricks.
Will there be lamb buns to eat today?
I don't know, that Lord Bai Long seems to be in a murderous mood recently, maybe he won't come again.
Lost in his thoughts, he heard footsteps outside the door.
Bai Long pushed the door open and entered, holding lamb buns.
Chen Ji took the oil-paper umbrella from his hand and leaned it against the wall, then took the lamb buns from him, tore open the oil-soaked yellow paper: "Does Lord Bai Long have nothing to do, coming to the Imperial Supervision Office every day?"
Bai Long did not answer, he directly entered the room and pointed at the chessboard laid out.
Chen Ji sat down across from him in astonishment, watching as Bai Long won fifteen games from morning till night, and then got up and left.
The fourth day.
