Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 562

What’s with a "man with a handle"...

Although that description indeed applied to him, it really sounded so awkward.

"It’s okay, Little Mother, we’ve actually thought about this already, Old Zhou will have arrangements made for tonight," Yang Fan once again brought up Old Zhou, his trump card, and in his heart, he silently told himself that he really needed to treat Old Zhou better from now on.

This old guy had already taken quite a few hits for him.

If those hits had been physical, Old Zhou might have already been turned into a hedgehog.

Hearing this, the worry that lingered between Wenhui’s brows finally eased somewhat, "Old Zhou is sensible and knows how to measure things, so since he’s already prepared, I won’t add extra burdens. But safety first, don’t charge ahead foolishly, I can see now, it’s not simple at all."

"The rich second generation guy you mentioned is clearly reckless and vengeful, he may be capable of anything."

Yang Fan nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"You have other things to deal with later, you should leave early, there’s nothing to worry about in the shop." Zhou Wenhui leaned against the wall, relaxed her body, and said, "Your sister-in-law and I have mostly figured everything out, those things we don’t understand, if it comes to it, we just won’t bother doing them. Earning a little less doesn’t matter."

"It’s still early, I might as well talk to you about it now." Yang Fan said, "Now the shop might really rely on you and my sister-in-law, especially in the second half of the year when some herbs get harder to gather, I might still have to travel out of town frequently."

"Our main income right now is from Old Zhou’s contracts, and if we don’t handle it well, there’s also a penalty fee, which could be troublesome."

Zhou Wenhui looked at Yang Fan with a smile, suddenly reached out her right hand and placed it on Yang Fan’s cheek, smiling tenderly, "Little rascal is almost becoming a big boss now, how fast time flies."

Yang Fan stiffened all over from Little Mother’s gesture, and he quickly looked towards the door.

Sister-in-law and Bai Mengzhu were still chatting, and hadn’t noticed what was happening here.

"Feeling guilty just like that?" Wenhui asked in a low chuckle, keeping her voice down.

Yang Fan nodded.

With so many people at the door, how could he not feel guilty?

Zhou Wenhui glanced towards the door, tilted her body slightly, leaning forward slightly, and suddenly asked in a low voice near Yang Fan’s ear, "Dare you to kiss Little Mother on the lips?"

Yang Fan hesitated briefly for two or three seconds, then suddenly bent down and bit Zhou Wenhui on the lips.

Zhou Wenhui licked her lips and giggled lowly, "I thought you little brat would kiss my cheek!"

Yang Fan: ?

"Pretty smooth, do it again, that was too quick, I couldn’t even taste anything," Wenhui said softly, pouting her lips.

Yang Fan looked nervously towards the door and said in a low voice, "There are so many people at the door, let’s wait until they leave."

"I want it now, look after Little Mother, will you?" Wenhui said with a hint of coquetry in her tone.

Yang Fan: ...

When Little Mother acted coy, his back went weak instantly.

Old ginger is indeed spicier!

Yang Fan, while keeping an eye on the doorway, quickly bent down and took a deep suck on Little Mother’s soft, mushy, sweet lips.

Zhou Wenhui’s lips pressed together lightly, rubbing gently, and her smooth, wrinkle-free cheek suddenly blossomed bright as a peach, dripping with tenderness.

Just from one kiss, Yang Fan saw on her face the look of post-rain clouds over Mount Wu.

"I’ll go call your sister-in-law, and you can tell us about it," Zhou Wenhui said with a charming smile.

Yang Fan stopped her, "Little Mother, let me go instead, you should have some water first."

If she went in that state, sister-in-law and the rest would surely suspect they’d just been up to something.

Wenhui touched her cheek and suddenly laughed, "Did I really react that strongly?"

"Yeah, you did a bit," Yang Fan said.

He went to the door to greet Bai Mengzhu and others, and then called Ye Tong in.

Once they heard there was official business, the other two women left afterward.

Bai Mengzhu, who seemed to be completely idle, didn’t leave; she sat on the sofa by the door playing with her phone. Yang Fan’s shop had basically become Bai Mengzhu’s temporary resting place.

Other than sleeping at night, she spent most of her time here.

Yang Fan told his sister-in-law and Little Mother everything he could think of.

Actually, there was nothing very complicated, just some details.

However, these seemingly minor details were closely linked to money; slight changes in the color and size of some medicinal materials could have a significant impact on their prices and could easily lead to losses.

Luckily, both the sister-in-law and Little Mother had often helped him sort out medicinal materials before, so they had a foundation and learned quickly.

Today, Little Mother seemed to have other ideas.

While speaking, she kept using small gestures to subtly signal Yang Fan.

But unfortunately, the situation didn’t allow it.

Bai Mengzhu showed no signs of leaving, and Yang Fan couldn’t ignore her presence to close the door and discuss the mysteries of the body with Little Mother. He could do that with his sister-in-law, and Bai Mengzhu would probably blush and flee in embarrassment.

But doing such a thing with Little Mother was definitely problematic.

If even a little rumor got out, Yang Fan would instantly become the talk of the town.

In the evening, after dinner, Yang Fan left Bai Cao Pavilion and rode a tricycle towards the county town.

Just as he was about to arrive, he suddenly received a call from Fan Sisi.

"My ancestor, why don’t you check your messages?"

The moment he answered the call, Fan Sisi said anxiously.

Yang Fan quickly asked, "What happened? I’m riding my bike; I don’t have time to check messages."

"Oh, I see. You’re on the road, right? Don’t come here, just come directly to my place. I’ll explain later what happened," Fan Sisi said.

"Tell me what happened first?" Yang Fan asked, his mind somewhat anxious.

From the sound of it, it didn’t seem to be anything serious, mainly Fan Sisi’s tone.

"Old Zhou came over," Fan Sisi whispered. "Right, you’ll understand if you check the messages. Shanshan sent them to you earlier. You never replied, so we guessed you might be on the road already, which is why I found a moment to call you. Come to my place first, gotta hang up now," she said.

Before Yang Fan could respond, Fan Sisi had already hung up the phone.

He pulled over, opened WeChat.

About twenty minutes earlier, Zhu Shanshan had sent him several messages in a row.

But at that time, he had just set off and hadn’t heard even the notification sound.

In the messages, Zhu Shanshan mentioned that Old Zhou had heard from somewhere about her engagement and hurried over.

She didn’t specify the details.

Given the grand proposal ceremony Bi Gang staged yesterday, it wasn’t strange for Old Zhou to know about it.

In Xin’an City, there were likely few things he didn’t know.