Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Chapter 281

"Can you really go without getting married?" Yang Fan said, admiring Bai Mengzhu’s graceful back as he started gossiping.

It seemed like there was indeed a trend of not getting married, quite popular among the young people.

But that was relative to the big cities.

In a small place like Xin’an, regardless of gender, if someone was still unmarried by the age of thirty, the entire village would become anxious and frustrated. Those with a poorer state of mind could eventually become reclusive due to the constant barrage of criticism.

Bai Mengzhu’s knife skills were seasoned.

The cleaver in her hands moved as if it had eyes, whizzing through the air but never even nicking her fingers.

Chop chop chop... chop chop chop...

The dull sound of chopping carried a rhythm, and it harmonized happily with the rising and falling of the plump breasts in front of Bai Mengzhu.

"It would work, as long as I don’t want to get married, who can do anything about it?" Bai Mengzhu said casually.

"After all, my experience with marriage was completely traumatic, my family isn’t in a rush for me to date again."

"That’s because you are still young. In a few more years, you’ll definitely be pushed," Yang Fan said, laughing as he flicked a few tea leaves, which had landed on his lips, back into the cup.

Bai Mengzhu turned her head and glanced at Yang Fan, "You’re even younger than me, don’t sound so old-fashioned."

"I may be young, but I’m speaking the truth," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Bai Mengzhu sighed deeply and said somewhat dreamily, "The words are indeed true. We’ll see when the time comes."

"For the next few years, I’m definitely not considering it again. Compared to my current days, the time when I was married was utterly unbearable. If you compared heaven and hell, I’d say I feel lighter now—that’s the difference."

"You just haven’t met the right person yet," Yang Fan said.

He wasn’t really a gossip, but looking at Bai Mengzhu’s slightly plump yet graceful figure, gossiping seemed like another form of closeness.

It was nice to chat.

"So when do you plan on getting married?" Bai Mengzhu suddenly shifted the topic to Yang Fan.

"With such a beautiful girlfriend, you better hurry up. Love isn’t reliable if it drags on for too long."

Yang Fan chuckled, "Me? I’m not in a rush. Career first, family later. I need to bring something to the table. With my current situation—no house, no car, and getting around on a tricycle—how can I face my mother-in-law?"

"Material conditions are necessary but not a must, it’s more about how you two feel together," Bai Mengzhu said, laughing, "Your situation, that’s what I see as normal and ideal, but it seems less likely I’ll encounter that in my lifetime."

Her words were pessimistic, sounding almost like she was on the brink of depression.

Yang Fan wanted to say, in fact, your eyes have deceived you.

We don’t look as normal and wonderful as you think.

The situation he was in was too complex, and he didn’t know how to solve it.

"I’m not in a hurry either. Let’s take it as it comes," Yang Fan said, glossing over the topic with a very vague statement.

Bai Mengzhu clumsily planted the cleaver into the cutting board, then picked up the spatula to start cooking.

"Come on, help me keep the fire going," she called out to Yang Fan.

The stove in the yard was a traditional stove built by Little Mother, who claimed that food cooked on a woodfire smelled better.

Yang Fan couldn’t tell if it was tastier, but he did feel it was troublesome.

If he had to cook alone in the future, he felt sure he’d end up neglecting one task or the other.

He wasn’t very perfect at keeping the fire going, let alone multitasking between that and cooking.

Yang Fan put down his teacup, walked over, pulled a small stool to the stove, and sat down, gearing up to manage the fire.

"High heat!" Bai Mengzhu said.

Yang Fan grabbed the bamboo fan next to him and started fanning the flames manually.

As the oil heated up in the wok until it bubbled, Bai Mengzhu threw in the pre-prepared scallions, ginger, garlic, and star anise to sizzle; she stir-fried them briefly, scooped up the slightly discolored spices, and tossed in the washed green beans.

Suddenly, a rich aroma of vegetables wafted around the stove area.

Yang Fan threw a large block of wood into the stove and looked up at the round buttocks nearby.

This shape of buttocks, at first glance, appeared to be the kind that would jiggle if slapped.

He felt an itchy impulse to reach out, but after looking repeatedly, he forcibly resisted.

If his hand had reached out, Bai Mengzhu would probably have smacked him with the spatula.

Next to him, the stir-fried green beans were finished, emitting a fresh fragrance.

Bai Mengzhu rinsed the wok and started cooking the second dish.

Due to the limited space around the stove, she suddenly turned around, and her soft, perky buttocks collided directly against Yang Fan’s face, sitting down firmly.

Yang Fan was bemused.

He was still hesitating whether to reach out an arm when, out of nowhere, Bai Mengzhu ended up inviting him face-first?

However, Yang Fan personally verified with his face—and indeed, it was soft.

Not only soft, but it also carried a faint pleasing fragrance.

It’s indescribable what kind of fragrance, but it actually felt quite refreshing.

"Ah... I’m sorry, really sorry," Bai Mengzhu exclaimed suddenly, hurriedly apologizing.

Yang Fan half-jokingly said, "How did you know I am interested in your butt?"

"Ah? You’re interested in my butt... You have a girlfriend; don’t talk nonsense," Bai Mengzhu’s cheeks quietly flushed red.

Yang Fan laughed, "Having a girlfriend doesn’t prevent me from being interested in a beautiful woman’s butt. But I think your focus should be, coincidentally, I’m interested in your butt, and you just happen to sit directly on my face. Could this be some kind of tacit understanding? Good thing you didn’t let out a fart just now, even if you’re a beautiful woman, I’m not so fond of farts."

"I just did it without thinking, what are you talking about!" Bai Mengzhu said faintly blushing.

She knew Yang Fan was deliberately teasing her, but it was also quite embarrassing for her.

That sit-down was indeed a bit too accurate.

She even felt his nose pressing against her most private place clearly.

What’s worse, this guy even sighed just now.

"I feel like your buttocks kind of like me!" Yang Fan said seriously.

Bai Mengzhu rolled her eyes, "My buttocks don’t have their own thoughts, how could they possibly like you, you... "

Yang Fan chuckled, "I feel like they do!"

"The first time we met, your buttocks were eager to meet me, and today they directly sat on my face. I feel like it’s not very honest, maybe it’s eyeing me."

Bai Mengzhu’s cheeks flushed, she stuttered, "It’s just a coincidence, and my buttocks coveting you..."

"This kind of coincidence, to some extent, also explains a few things!" Yang Fan teased deliberately.

With her cheeks flushed, Bai Mengzhu glared at Yang Fan irritably, "It’s just a coincidence."

Her words made her feel somewhat uncomfortable all over.