Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 519

Chapter 519: Chapter 519

By the time the meal began, Yang Fan finally understood why people called this set the Emperor’s Meal.

This was indeed very imperial.

The food was flavorful and aromatic, but of course, the most exquisite part was not the food, but the accompanying performances.

More than ten women dressed in pink dresses filed in, six of whom were dancers, and the remainder were musicians.

As the sound of string and woodwind instruments rose with the enchanting and graceful dance moves of the six women, Yang Fan found it hard to avert his gaze. He was less concerned about the taste of the food in his mouth.

Live music, live dance, servicing just the three of them, and whether they were dancers or musicians, their looks and figures were incredibly on point—goddess-level beauties in the outside world.

Without mentioning anything else, that alone qualified them to set a threshold.

"Old Zhou, take a good look, what do you think?" Wei Jin, with a somewhat smug look on his face, asked Old Zhou.

Old Zhou, glaring furiously, replied, "Fine, I’ll let it slide this time. They’re lovely, happy now?"

"Don’t rush, this is just the beginning. Keep watching," laughed Wei Jin.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but find it amusing; he seemed to understand why Wei Jin, whom Old Zhou described as deeply calculating, was so ostentatious.

It was probably because of his relationship with Old Zhou.

Yang Fan had assumed that the dance at such an event would involve some alluring exposure.

But to his disappointment, even as the performance ended, he didn’t catch a glimpse of the scenery beneath the skirts.

They were very proper.

Those dancers with exquisite figures and exceptional beauty paused for a moment before suddenly squeezing close to the trio like swallows returning to the forest, in pairs.

Their youthful fingers adopted a very elegant pose, gently lifting a wine jug to pour a cup, then with two fingers lightly gripping the cup, they offered it to Yang Fan’s mouth.

"Sir, please drink."

Their voices were melodious, their eyes conveying a purity laced with allure.

Yang Fan instinctively opened his mouth, feeling... somewhat like an emperor.

Wei Jin was quite laid-back, wrapping his arms around two dancers’ waists and pulling them into his embrace.

Old Zhou, the veteran driver, seemed just as uncomfortable as Yang Fan.

It was clear they were new to this place.

"Sir, would you like another drink? Or... shall I feed you with my mouth?" The girl to Yang Fan’s left turned slightly, her soft buttocks pressing into Yang’s embrace, her voice making Yang’s back instantly tense.

"...Sure," said Yang Fan.

His mind was spinning, and the word came out unconsciously.

The girl to the right of Yang Fan picked up the jug, stretching out the stream of wine into the slightly parted, rosy lips of the girl in Yang’s arms, a small symbolic amount.

"Please, sir, have a taste," she said, her pink tongue lightly probing through her lips.

Yang’s mind exploded at that moment.

They truly knew how to play the game.

He quickly glanced at Old Zhou and Wei Jin opposite him, seeing them both fondling away, before he leaned in and gently tasted.

The soft tip of her tongue carried a strong fragrance of wine, heating Yang Fan’s body, as that restless part of him pressed against the girl’s buttocks.

Despite their decent clothing, it was so thin it almost made no difference when pressed against the skin; he could distinctly feel both its elasticity and warmth.

"Sir, how does this wine taste to you? Do you enjoy it?" the girl asked with twinkling eyes, speaking softly.

"It’s delicious," Yang Fan said, dazed.

The girl giggled, "Since it’s delicious, why doesn’t sir take hold of a treasure and enjoy the drink while admiring it?"

With that, her slender fingers slightly pulled at her neckline, revealing a hint of white.

"You call that thing a treasure?" Yang Fan was taken aback.

The girl giggled, "My lord, if you wish to taste other parts, naturally, you can do that as well."

At this moment, the girl on his right suddenly spoke with a hint of jealousy, "My lord is so biased, why do you favour only Yue He and not even glance at me? My tip-of-the-tongue wine is also exceptionally sweet."

Yang Fan was stunned.

Is this how you play?

That’s a bit too deep into the play.

"Her name is Yue He, so what’s yours?" Yang Fan asked with a mixture of laughter and tears.

"I am Yue Li."

Yang Fan, in fact, still hadn’t quite grasped the situation, so he could only follow their script and continue the performance.

"Then, shall we be fair about this?" Yang Fan said.

"My lord should indeed be fairer. My body is even more tender, you’ll know once you try," Yue Li pouted and spoke softly.

Yue He, with a bit of dissatisfaction, said to Yue Li, "You just think my lord is too innocent, is your body somehow more tender than mine?"

They’re really arguing?

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Alright, to be fair, I’ll taste both and I’ll be the judge."

"That’s how it should be, only what my lord judges is real. What some say doesn’t count," Yue He said haughtily.

Yang Fan then tasted Yue Li’s tip-of-the-tongue wine, and casually tested that piece of attire.

Indeed, the tip-of-the-tongue wine was clear and refreshing, and her body was tender; his hand could barely hold onto it.

"My lord, how is it?" Yue Li asked with sleepy, seductive eyes, silently gazing at Yang Fan, her tongue slowly tracing her lips."

"Delicious, tender!" Yang Fan affirmed.

Yue He, hearing this, was not satisfied, "My lord, how is this fair? You haven’t yet tried my body, have you? To properly judge, one must feel it all."

Yang Fan nodded in agreement, "Come, let me try."

Yue He loosed her collar a bit, leaned forward slightly, gently biting her lower lip, presenting an extremely enticing posture, looking ready for the taking.

Yang Fan reached out to try, and indeed, it was tender, just slightly less so than Yue Li’s.

"You are making this difficult for me, I think they are both equally good," he said.

Yue He demurely said, "I wouldn’t dare trouble my lord, as long as my lord is pleased, that is good."

In the distance, the band continued to play melodious ancient tunes, the sound of silk and bamboo instruments was soothing, heartwarming to the ear.

"My lord, have some food," Yue He said.

Yue He picked up a bite of food with her right hand while pinching her sleeve with her left, bringing it to Yang Fan’s mouth.

"My lord, please have a drink."

Yue Li saw the food in Yang Fan’s mouth being swallowed, promptly bringing a cup of wine to his lips.

A bite of food followed by a sip of wine, Yang Fan did not need to lift a finger; everything was clearly arranged for him.

Without mentioning anything else, just this attention alone justified their high entrance threshold.

This novel, meticulously attentive service was enough to claim the word ’high-end.’

Eating and drinking while playing.

This luxury was about as far as even ancient emperors would go, presumably.

After a hearty meal and drink, Wei Jin suddenly said to Yang Fan, "Fanzi, why are you being so reserved?"

"How am I being reserved?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Wei Jin laughed, "Both of their clothes are still intact, how is that not being reserved?"