Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Chapter 282

Overwhelmed by shyness, Meng Zhu wanted to immediately change the subject and hurriedly continued cooking.

But she was unfamiliar with the stove, and also a bit nervous, when suddenly she stumbled and her body leaned towards Yang Fan again.

Her round and bouncy buttocks landed squarely on Yang Fan’s face once more.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh, mischievously blowing a hot breath towards that soft golden valley.

Meng Zhu sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"What, what are you doing?" she cried out in embarrassment and annoyance.

Yang Fan’s expression turned stern, "What do you mean what am I doing? Didn’t you just sit on my face again? I told you your buttocks were eyeing me, but you didn’t believe me. Look, look, it keeps wanting to turn my face into a stool."

"I... you just breathed..." Meng Zhu glared at Yang Fan in annoyance, her hand wielding the spatula a bit fiercely.

Yang Fan, with an innocent look, said, "I’m not a dead man, I have to breathe, don’t I?"

"But with your mouth, you clearly did it on purpose... you..." Meng Zhu was both angry and embarrassed, struggling to finish her sentence.

Yang Fan scoffed, "Try it yourself, see if we don’t breathe through the mouth when our nose is pinched. Your buttocks are so soft, once they sat down they completely blocked my nose, naturally I had to breathe with my mouth!"

"Don’t turn this around on me, I haven’t even settled the score with you for constantly letting my warm face meet your cold buttocks, you seem a bit disrespectful to me!"

Meng Zhu froze, her cheeks instantly covered in a shy blush, looking rather helpless.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to disrespect you." She looked down at the floor, "Besides, it’s not entirely my fault, who placed the firewood next to my feet? I was focusing on the pot and accidentally fell."

"Considering your buttocks are rather soft, I forgive you," Yang Fan declared.

Meng Zhu suddenly felt embarrassed and annoyed, her eyebrows raising, "Mr. Yang, can you stop bringing up my buttocks?"

"Since your buttocks sat on my face, what else can I mention?" Yang Fan asked with a suppressed laugh.

Meng Zhu gave Yang Fan a sidelong glance, muttering, "You’re not any decent person, always fixating on other’s buttocks to make fun, what’s soft, it’s just a buttocks.

"Soft is a fact," Yang Fan laughed.

Meng Zhu, irritated, stamped her foot and pouted, "I’m not talking to you anymore, just ignite the fire."

Yang Fan added a few sticks of firewood to the stove, and once again silently gazed at Meng Zhu’s bouncy buttocks.

Indeed, they were soft.

Those buttocks could probably bounce back if hit.

Meng Zhu, whether noticing Yang Fan’s gaze or still upset about the earlier incident, clenched her buttocks tightly, her legs so close together that not even a sliver of light could pass through.

In this slightly awkward atmosphere, Meng Zhu’s cooking was done.

After laying out bowls and chopsticks, Yang Fan called Meng Zhu who was tidying up the stove, "Come and eat, I’ll clean up later."

"You eat, I still have to go to work," Meng Zhu said.

"You cooked a meal just for me to eat alone?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

"That’s the idea, yes. I wanted to treat you to a meal out, but you didn’t want to go," Meng Zhu, having rinsed the dishcloth, washed her hands and came over, "You eat, I’m leaving. If you need anything... just call me."

"Aren’t you supposed to join when you treat someone to a meal?" Yang Fan called out.

"This can’t be considered treating. I’m already late for work, another day," Meng Zhu said as she headed outside.

Her actions felt like she was escaping, hurriedly leaving without pausing for a moment.

Yang Fan couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

Yang Fan had a rather unique lunch all by himself and after cleaning up the dishes, he settled back inside the shop.

He spent his time binge-watching TV series and watching some movies, serving two customers in between.

And just like that, the day ended.

Besides that extra bit of unexpected money, the legitimate business didn’t earn much today.

Before closing the shop, Yang Fan roughly calculated and found he made a little over two hundred in profit.

Yang Fan hadn’t planned on going home tonight, but his sister-in-law called to say it was Yang Yuan’s birthday.

Given that, he had no choice but to go back.

After ordering a cake in the town’s bakery, Yang Fan was waiting outside for the cake to be ready when suddenly, an electric bike stopped beside him, "Boss Yang, what are you doing squatting here and smoking?"

Yang Fan looked up and said annoyedly, "Don’t tease me, do I look anything like a boss?"

The person was Wu Xuelan, the first woman who walked into his life.

She was wearing a long strap dress with a thin shirt over it, under which her black silk stockings were faintly visible.

Her get-up was still as bold and unrestrained as ever.

"In the eyes of this country woman, anyone who owns a shop is a boss." Wu Xuelan’s eyes twinkled as she smiled like a fox suddenly struck by emotion, her features brimming with allure.

"Get out of here!" Yang Fan shook his head and said.

In his heart, he had nothing to do with the word ’boss’ at all.

"Buying a cake?" Wu Xuelan glanced at the cake shop and asked.

"Yeah, it’s my cousin’s birthday, just a token gesture," said Yang Fan.

Wu Xuelan’s face immediately showed a hint of disappointment, "Then could you spare some time? How about coming over to my place tonight to play with me?"

Yang Fan instantly got nervous at her direct and explicit words, quickly looking around.

Has she always been this daring?

"Are you free tonight?" Yang Fan asked.

"I’m free, I’m always free as long as you want to fool around, anytime." Wu Xuelan smiled a bit licentiously, "But I feel like you, little rascal, are not very proactive about women. If I don’t reach out to you, you never seem to come after me."

Yang Fan was almost knocked senseless by her words.

She was really straightforward now!

"I am proactive, but I need to be even more proactive about making money," said Yang Fan, "I might not be able to make it to your place, the family’s waiting for the cake. Maybe later we can find a quiet place to get together?"

"Outside? Sure!" Wu Xuelan hesitated only briefly before agreeing excitedly.

She seemed quite eager for that kind of thrill, too.

Yang Fan’s heart also couldn’t help but heat up.

He quite liked this directness.

Glancing up at Wu Xuelan’s voluptuous chest, he teasingly asked, "Did you wear anything inside?"

"Of course, I did. I’m daring but not brazen enough to go without," Wu Xuelan said with gleaming, watery eyes, as she asked softly.

Yang Fan nodded, "That thing’s a nuisance."

"You little rascal, then just wait a moment. I’ll find a spot to take it off to make things easier for you," Wu Xuelan said with a lascivious wink.