Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 476

Chapter 476: Chapter 476

A strong desire for knowledge had made Yang Fan a very qualified companion, who had stayed up drinking with the two elder gentlemen until dawn.

He had so many questions that he kept pestering the old men with various inquiries until he realized, once the daylight began to seep into the room.

Strangely, though he had stayed up all night, Yang Fan didn’t feel sleepy at all, just slightly dizzy from the alcohol, but he was completely sober.

"It’s already daylight, kid. Go get some sleep. That’s enough for today. If you want to drink with us two old men, there will be plenty of other times," Mr. Shen said as he lay down on the bed and waved at Yang Fan.

"Go to sleep. I need to take a quick nap myself. This good alcohol makes it easy to overindulge, and before you know it, it’s daylight," Liang Laoshi chuckled and staggered as he spoke.

Even though he loved alcohol, it seemed like he couldn’t handle much of it.

Yang Fan and Mr. Shen looked just slightly tipsy, but he felt a bit drunk.

"Then I’ll leave you to rest. I’ll take a quick nap myself, then go handle the matter with Old Mrs. Wang," Yang Fan said. "If everything goes as planned, Kou Miao should have already informed Wang Daqiang. I’ll head there directly."

He couldn’t afford to delay this matter.

"Take it easy. Think things through before acting; don’t get yourself into trouble trying to help others," Mr. Shen advised.

"I’ll be careful," Yang Fan said with a smile.

After leaving the room, he did not go to sleep since he wasn’t tired and felt there was no need.

After brewing himself a strong cup of tea, Yang Fan sat in the flower garden that Little Mother cherished immensely, enjoying the dawn amidst the flowers while sipping his tea to sober up.

The door to Wei Juan’s room opened slightly, and Little Mother, dressed in a pink nightgown and yawning, walked out.

Seeing Yang Fan sitting by the tea table, she asked with some surprise, "You’re up so early today?"

"I didn’t sleep. I just finished drinking. I’m not very sleepy, so I decided not to sleep," Yang Fan explained with a smile.

Zhou Wenhui stretched her arms in a lazy yawn, accentuating her decidedly pert and full breasts under the loose nightgown, with two small protrusions faintly visible, her graceful demeanor displayed in full glory.

The vibrant flower garden beside Yang Fan suddenly seemed to lose some of its charm.

"Little Mother, you’re showing!" Yang Fan said with a light laugh.

Zhou Wenhui, her eyes sparkling with a watery smile, glanced sidelong at Yang Fan and gave a light smile, "What did you see?"

"You’ve suddenly become braver today, daring to talk to me like this. Have you figured it out?"

"I haven’t figured it out," Yang Fan shook his head, "You haven’t told me anything. How can I figure it out?"

"You’ll know when the time comes. What’s the rush?" Zhou Wenhui scoffed, walking towards him with a swaying step.

She leaned her rounded buttocks against the tea table and bent over, looking at Yang Fan with a smiling face, "Come on, give Little Mother a kiss."

"In broad daylight, don’t mess around. If they see us, we’re both dead," Yang Fan said, feeling a bit guilty.

Even though he had somewhat reluctantly accepted the situation, he absolutely didn’t dare to act on it openly.

Anyone who saw this, no matter who it was, would probably want to kill him.

Zhou Wenhui laughed softly, "You scaredy-cat."

She raised her foot, placing it on Yang Fan’s leg, "Then, feel this. You might have gone in yesterday, but you definitely haven’t explored Little Mother’s finer points. Try feeling it now."

Yang Fan: ...

Little Mother, this really makes me uncomfortable.

"Little Mother, if you’re really that free, help me make some breakfast. I’m hungry," Yang Fan said.

If this were a private space, he would have certainly acted already.

But in this bright courtyard, directly facing Wei Juan’s room, where anyone from the house could see at any time, he truly didn’t dare.

"You scaredy-cat, what’s there to be afraid of?" Zhou Wenhui glared at Yang Fan discontentedly, "What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm... how about buns?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.

"I have a pair here; do you want them?" Zhou Wenhu giggled.

Yang Fan: ...

"If you don’t want these two, then let’s change it. It’s too much hassle to make, and I’m feeling lazy today; don’t want to move!" Zhou Wenhu said.

"Then just anything, as long as it fills me up," Yang Fan said.

"That’s easy, I just love to cook whatever, just wait," Zhou Wenhu said as she lightly tapped her finger and winked at Yang Fan.

After a pause, she suddenly added, "Anyway, you drink tea the same way everywhere. Let’s go, go and fire up the stove for me."

"...Alright!"

Carrying a teacup, Yang Fan followed Little Mother to the kitchen. Just as he entered, Zhou Wenhu, walking ahead, suddenly turned around, placed her right hand on Yang Fan’s shoulder, and asked with a sly smile, "Little Mother here has two buns, do you want to pad your stomach with them first? There’s nobody around now!"

Yang Fan was stunned, and the sip of tea he had just taken sprayed out.

Little Mother, do you have to be this bold?!

Can we keep it a bit more reserved?

This...

Yang Fan was completely flustered.

And it seemed Zhou Wenhu was too.

The tea Yang Fan had sprayed very accurately hit her face, causing her to fiercely twist the corners of her mouth and heavily wipe her face, saying, "You little brat, do you dislike your little mother that much?"

Yang Fan quickly apologized, "No, no, Little Mother, you scared me! I was just taking a sip, and you suddenly pulled this stunt; how could I not choke?"

Zhou Wenhu snorted coldly, "Whatever, I’m not giving it to you now, good manners!"

"Eat, eat, I’ll eat right now!" Yang Fan hurriedly said.

Little Mother has quite the temper; once her eyebrows go up, definitely nothing good will happen.

"Not giving!" Zhou Wenhu humphed, "Unless... you beg me."

"Okay, I beg you, Little Mother, let me have a bite," Yang Fan complied amicably.

What’s wrong with giving in to Little Mother? That’s reasonable, isn’t it?

Zhou Wenhu immediately burst into giggles, covering her mouth, "Only when you’re this obedient, you’re cute. Alright, I’ll let you have a bite, make sure you eat it well."

Yang Fan suddenly felt an eerie familiarity with her words, much like the lines of a female lead from those enlightening movies he knew.

Little Mother is really not serious at all.

Zhou Wenhu, with eyes brimming with mischievous twinkle, pulled Si’er closer and lifted up her sleepwear.

Her sleepwear was plain, just a large shirt that barely covered her rounded buttocks, with nothing inside but a pair of underwear. Yang Fan had already seen this earlier, and Little Mother hadn’t bothered to change.

Perhaps, she had been planning to tease Yang Fan from the start.

Under the sleepwear, two fair and radiant, adorned with crimson, big lanterns, revealed themselves.

Zhou Wenhu’s eyes sparkled intensely as she pulled Yang Fan into her embrace.

Yang Fan didn’t hesitate any longer, opened his mouth wide and took a big bite.

"Oh... mmm... mmm..."

Zhou Wenhu’s soft moans began subtly, her hands restlessly wandering over Yang Fan’s body.

She seemed even more eager than Yang Fan.