Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 411

Chapter 411: Chapter 411

Yang Fan was led away from Liu Sanleng’s dance hall, his arm linked with Diwu Ming.

As for what Liu Sanleng would face next, Yang Fan didn’t want to concern himself at all.

But if nothing unexpected happened, this would likely be a very memorable and impressive experience for him.

Once they left the dance hall, Yang Fan took the initiative to ask, "Sister Ming, what do you feel like eating?"

Diwu Ming seemed to shed her strong woman persona in an instant, and like a little girl, she pondered with her chin up for a while before happily suggesting, "How about we grab some skewers and have some drinks?"

"Sure, I know a place that’s pretty good," Yang Fan nodded and said.

He didn’t have any particular preference about what to eat; he was happy to go with what his guest preferred.

"Then tonight you’re in charge of entertaining your sister. I have no other requests, just make it enjoyable!" Diwu Ming said, waving her little fist.

Yang Fan’s jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Big sister, did you hear the kind of saucy thing you just said?

"I can probably only satisfy your appetite," Yang Fan said speechlessly.

Diwu Ming giggled, "And satisfy my need for fun!"

Yang Fan turned his head in surprise and a bit of horror towards Diwu Ming, "Sister Ming, what else do you want to do?"

"What to do... Let’s see when the time comes, let’s eat first," Diwu Ming said.

Yang Fan suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

It couldn’t be that Diwu Ming actually had some kind of intentions towards him, could it?

Please, let it not be so!

Although Diwu Ming was also a charming and dashing young woman, with her legendary-like experiences and her current status, Yang Fan really dared not have any inappropriate thoughts about her.

Compared to her, Yang Fan liked the girls in her store more.

But even with a mind full of doubts, Yang Fan didn’t dare to ask directly.

He was afraid that once he asked, he might trigger a mine that hadn’t been exposed yet.

The two walked arm in arm to the restaurant Yang Fan mentioned, looking like an ordinary couple.

It was already deep into the night, and the streetlights of the town were already lit.

Xin’an Town’s nightlife wasn’t very bustling, but it was still more lively compared to an ordinary small town.

Even at this late hour, most of the shops were still open and there were quite a few people on the streets.

The evening breeze lifted Diwu Ming’s short hair and ruffled her gorgeous red dress.

Yang Fan, sniffing the faint fragrance, stole a glance at her.

His heart couldn’t help but skip wildly.

This woman really became more attractive the more one looked.

After circling two blocks, they finally reached the familiar barbecue restaurant Yang Fan knew.

It was a store run by a cheerful uncle, who always spoke with a sense of humor.

Whenever Yang Fan felt like having skewers, he would come here.

When they entered, the place was already quite crowded and noisy.

"Uncle Han," Yang Fan called out to the middle-aged uncle busy grilling.

"Ah, here you are!" Uncle Han managed the grill with rapid movements, cheerfully shouting back at Yang Fan.

"Find yourselves a spot to sit, I’ll bring you guys some new seafood dish to try, it’s a new addition to the menu. Give Uncle Han your feedback on the taste."

"Sure," Yang Fan replied with a smile, turning to Diwu Ming.

Understanding his glance, Diwu Ming said, "Let’s sit outside, it’s too stuffy inside."

"Sure."

The two of them found a table outside and sat down.

Suddenly, Diwu Ming pulled out a small bottle of white liquor, probably about two or three ounces, as if by magic.

"Let’s finish this one first, and then we’ll have some beer," Diwu Ming said.

Yang Fan turned his head in shock and looked, "Sister Ming, where did you get this liquor from?"

She was wearing a skirt – a long one at that – but it didn’t seem to have a place to hide anything.

"Guess!" Diwu Ming said with a sly smile and winked at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan’s thoughts instantly took a turn.

He seriously examined the liquor bottle; it was very dry and showed no signs of dampness.

However, Yang Fan was soon amused by his own thoughts.

Even if Diwu Ming were incredibly skilled, she probably wouldn’t carry the bottle between her legs the whole way.

That kind of bottle was flat, and not easy to tuck in.

With a hint of scrutiny in her eyes, Diwu Ming looked at Yang Fan and suddenly said, "Your expression tells me you’ve thought of some unsavory things. Come on, tell me what you’ve guessed? Where did your mind go?"

Yang Fan immediately shook his head, "I really can’t guess!"

"Do you think I tucked it there and brought it here?" Diwu Ming asked with a mischievous laugh.

Yang Fan felt incredibly awkward. Was his reaction that obvious?

He touched his nose, using the small gesture to subtly try to cover it up.

But these habitual movements only betrayed his thoughts.

With a twinkle in her eye, Diwu Ming quietly watched Yang Fan and then whispered, "Actually, you guessed right."

"What?!"

Yang Fan was startled.

Diwu Ming seemed to really enjoy the look of surprise on Yang Fan’s face, the smile on her lips spreading like ripples on water.

"Still dare to drink it?" Diwu Ming asked with a laugh.

"Sister Ming, you’re joking with me, right?" Yang Fan asked incredulously.

Diwu Ming smiled mysteriously, "I’m not joking at all, I really did tuck it there. You don’t know how comfortable it is to carry it that way, all cool and refreshing. Especially in this hot weather, it feels like eating an ice-pop that doesn’t melt – my whole body feels cool."

Yang Fan’s expression became stiff again.

What kind of scandalous talk is this!

"I don’t believe it!" Yang Fan shook his head and said, "Sister Ming, you don’t look like someone who could fit such a big bottle."

Diwu Ming burst out laughing, "Eh, you think so highly of me? Then how big do you think someone should be to accommodate that?"

That was a tricky question.

Yang Fan thought seriously for a moment and held up a finger, "I think this is probably the limit."

Diwu Ming covered her mouth and laughed, "If I could only fit that little, then there must be something wrong with my body. You’re a man who has seen the world, don’t you know that a woman’s part can expand and contract?"

"I really didn’t know that. I only knew that some people are loose, some are tight," Yang Fan said.

This idea of expanding and contracting was indeed a blind spot in his knowledge.

He couldn’t even imagine how it could expand or contract. Is it self-adjusting?

"It does count as expanding and contracting. Some training can make it more noticeable, hmm... maybe my wording is a bit off, but that’s roughly the idea," Diwu Ming explained after some thought.

With that explanation, Yang Fan understood.

"But I still don’t think you could manage such a big bottle, Sister Ming."

Their conversation suddenly seemed to race down an indecorous path.