Dice is the game

Everywhere you go people enjoy playing games, especially drinking games it seems. One of my favorites is "Liar's Dice." In this game you play with five dice that you pass around the table and try to makes pairs, three of a kind, four of a kind or five of a kind. The other players tell you what they have and you either believe them and accept the dice to either roll them again or directly pass them on to the next player, But you have to call something higher than the player before. If anyone ever gets caught lying or some incorrectly guesses that someone is lying then you have to drink. I learned this game in Central America and I brought it with me here to China. Or at least the notion of it.
I wanted to play it the other night in the restaurant across the street, but I didn't have any dice. Luckily Chen Hui was there. He volunteered to get some. I tried to tell him I would go look but he insisted. After about 30 minutes without his return, I went out to look for him, but had no success. Finally after another 15 minutes he showed up with three dirty, tiny dice. I asked him where he had gotten them and he said that he looked in about 20 different shops and finally bought some off a couple of guys playing in the street. I wanted to pay him back and so I asked him how much they had cost. He told me not to worry about it, three yuan was nothing between friends.
We started playing "liar's dice" and I began to notice a problem. We were drinking way too fast. With three dice the odds were too low of having anything decent. We went through five 32 ml beers in 10 minutes. I got up and said I would go look for some more dice. Chen Hui said he would come with me. This is a good thing since I speak only three phrases in chinese "Where is the bathroom," "Hello," and " I would like another beer." The first time Chen had gone to look for dice he went out the restaurant and turned left. This time I turned right.
If you have never been to China, or other developing nations the streets all look kind of similar. The buildings lining the streets are an undeterminable blend of houses and shops. People sell food, clean clothes, and fix motorcycles in shops that look very similar. I asked Chen if I should approach one old lady that was standing on the other side of what appeared to be a counter about 25 feet from our restaurant. He said I don;t think she will have anything but go ahead. I walked up to here and asked her in my broken Chinese if she had any dice. She pulled out two huge jars of dice and said which kind would you like. I looked at Chen with a smile and said just two please. They were one yuan a piece. I paid the lady five.