Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Chapter 412

Yang Fan suddenly realized that he didn’t know when the conversation with Diwu Ming had gone so deep.

So deep that Yang Fan felt a bit surprised.

It seemed like they had slipped into this subject quite naturally and abruptly.

And Diwu Ming was not only not disgusted, but she also kept throwing out shockingly bold statements.

No, it was actually she who had led the conversation this deep.

"Fanzi, what if I really manage to get it in? Would you be scared?" Diwu Ming asked with a sly smile.

Yang Fan was taken aback. What was there for him to be scared of?

Even if she really could fit it in, it seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Sister Ming, stop teasing me," Yang Fan said with a sheepish smile.

Once he had realized what the topic was about, he found it a bit too much to handle.

"I’m not teasing you. What if it really happens?" Diwu Ming continued with a grin.

Yang Fan’s mouth twitched slightly. How was this supposed to involve him?

Here she goes again.

Yang Fan definitely couldn’t continue this topic. If they went on, heaven knows what crazy stuff would pop up.

He simply started playing dumb.

"What’s up with you? Don’t you believe it, or do you think it’s impossible?" Diwu Ming seemed to not want to let Yang Fan off the hook, bombarding him with relentless questions.

Yang Fan immediately felt overwhelmed.

Just then, a slim girl looking somewhat dazed approached with the menus.

"What will you... eat?" the girl asked, seemingly a bit socially anxious and overly gentle in her speech.

Yang Fan breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was a real lifesaver.

He quickly took the menu and handed it to Diwu Ming, passing her the responsibility of ordering, aiming to keep her mouth occupied.

"Shall I order?" Diwu Ming asked with a laugh.

The girl nodded along with Yang Fan.

Yang Fan saw her reaction and couldn’t help but chuckle. Why are you nodding?

He hadn’t seen this girl before and guessed she might be Uncle Han’s daughter.

During a previous conversation, Uncle Han mentioned he had three daughters, the eldest was working, and the other two were still in college. Considering this girl’s shy and socially awkward demeanor, she was likely Uncle Han’s second or third daughter.

"Then I’ll just take a look. Hmm, what to order..." Diwu Ming didn’t refuse the responsibility and readily accepted it.

She quickly ordered a bunch of items, mostly kidneys and offals.

Yang Fan’s head buzzed at these choices.

This woman is a demon!

Her way of ordering could even make a spectacle out of this! She was absolutely unstoppable.

"Are these okay?" Diwu Ming asked with a laugh.

Before Yang Fan could respond, the girl quickly said, "Okay!"

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, but Diwu Ming couldn’t help but laugh, "Alright, then that’s it."

"Okay, please wait a moment," the girl took the menu and quickly went inside the restaurant.

Her figure was slim, and beneath the white mini skirt were legs as thin as chopsticks, her skin soft and delicate.

Yang Fan shook his head helplessly, "She agreed quite fast."

"Everyone at the store thinks it’s fine, so it must be fine," Diwu Ming said, unable to suppress her laughter.

Yang Fan glanced at Diwu Ming. "I don’t think it’s okay; your low maneuvers are making me dizzy."

"No worries, as long as your body isn’t dizzy, this is all good stuff," Diwu Ming said, lightly supporting her chin with her hand, a hint of laughter twinkling in her eyes as she spoke to Yang Fan.

Those eyes, full of worldly wisdom, shimmered with moisture under the light, like brilliant glazed glass.

It was as if water droplets were about to spill out from them.

Yang Fan quickly averted his gaze.

By now, he was no longer merely suspicious—he was almost certain that this woman had designs on him.

Seeing Yang Fan avert his eyes, the corner of Diwu Ming’s mouth curled slightly backward as she also turned to look elsewhere.

"That girl just now must be uncomfortable," Diwu Ming suddenly said in a low voice.

"What?!" Yang Fan looked up, puzzled.

Is there no stopping this kind of talk?

Diwu Ming glanced around the store and said softly, "She’s too thin, barely any flesh on her. That type of figure looks good, clean and leanly beautiful, but if you strip her bare, lay her on a bed, there’d be no beauty left."

"Lying there all bones, tell me, how could that feel comfortable?"

Yang Fan really didn’t want to respond, but leaving the conversation hanging didn’t seem right either, so he grudgingly said, "I have to agree, too skinny is indeed uncomfortable."

"So, what do you think of my figure?" Diwu Ming asked with a playful smile.

Without even looking, Yang Fan immediately confirmed, "Good looking."

"Pretty, yet you won’t even take a look," Diwu Ming said a bit displeased.

Shaking his head, Yang Fan said, "No need to look, Sister Ming, your figure is already etched in my mind."

"That sounds really pleasing," Diwu Ming giggled.

Yang Fan inwardly heaved a sigh.

Just then, he suddenly thought of a word to describe Diwu Ming—witch!

This woman was the typical witch of Cthulhu mythos, charming and seductive but also ruthless and vicious.

Yang Fan had now fully experienced Diwu Ming’s seductiveness and charm.

Though he hadn’t seen her ruthless and vicious side yet, he could roughly guess.

This woman had emerged from those incredibly chaotic neighborhoods back then as a woman alone; if she didn’t have some ruthless strategies, she probably wouldn’t have managed.

Uncle Han was quick with his hands, and in no time, the cold dishes were served.

Diwu Ming requested two glasses, opened the white liquor, and poured a glass for both Yang Fan and herself.

The roughly six or seven ounces of white liquor wasn’t enough to fill two beer glasses, each had about half a glass.

"By the way, there’s something else, I’ll show you where I actually hide this white liquor, so you really can’t drink it down. Also, I wouldn’t want you to think I’m that lax, able to swallow even such a wide bottle, which might affect your interest in me," Diwu Ming laughed, revealing her pale, almost reflective long legs.

She was bold, not ladylike at all as she lifted her skirt, exposing her thigh.

Near the end of her thigh, a black strap was tied, adorned with several small pouches.

Yang Fan focused his gaze and was momentarily stunned.

Diwu Ming was actually carrying a bunch of weapons, nearly all the small pouches contained little knives, one of which seemed larger, probably where the just-mentioned liquor was stored.

"Sister Ming, this stuff looks pretty fun," Yang Fan said.

His mind was somewhat crashing, unsure how to comment, so he just said that.

Really worthy of a woman from the underworld, actually carrying a bunch of hidden weapons.

These small knives looked very sharp, and also appeared to be frequently used.