Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 693

Chapter 693: Chapter 693

"Old Sir Huang is my Traditional Chinese Medicine mentor," Yang Fan said with some embarrassment.

It wasn’t that this matter was difficult to speak about, but he had only become a disciple a day ago, and it felt a bit awkward bringing it up now.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Fan and Fan Sisi were both stunned.

The two stared at each other with wide eyes, full of surprise.

"You lad, you’re actually studying Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Mr. Fan asked in astonishment.

Yang Fan gave an awkward, shy smile, "Actually, I also feel like I’m not cut out for it, but Old Sir Huang thought I could do it, so he took me on as a disciple."

"You’re in the business of medicinal materials, so learning this could indeed be quite convenient; you’d be one step ahead regarding herbs," Mr. Fan said nodding, rolling up his sleeve and presenting his wrist to Yang Fan, "Just in time, help me give my body a check-up."

Yang Fan said with a bitter smile, "Master, you’re really putting me in a difficult position! I’ve only been studying for a few days, what do I know about taking pulses? I haven’t even fully memorized all the acupoints yet."

"Wasting time on nonsense," Mr. Fan said grumpily, "Here I thought you had some skill already, turns out you’re still a blank slate. Boy, I’m truly experiencing your luck firsthand now; the mentors you pick are top-notch, yet what you learn is virtually nothing."

"Grandpa, could you do all these things when you were one year old?" Fan Sisi puckered up and said.

"Everything has a process, right? Whether Fanzi learns your craft or Old Sir Huang’s medical skills, he knows he’s just starting out. How can he have any expertise if he’s just begun?"

Mr. Fan suddenly slapped his forehead hard, "Sisi, angling your elbow away makes grandpa truly heartbroken. Now I’ve even agreed to you two being together, why are you still sassing me?"

"Grandpa, I’m only speaking the truth; it’s you who are picking on Fanzi," Fan Sisi said.

"Just started learning, how could there be any foundation? If we compare Fanzi’s current situation to schooling, he’s at most in kindergarten, not even in elementary school yet. Isn’t it quite normal to not know much?"

Mr. Fan nodded repeatedly, "Normal, normal, my Sisi is right."

Fan Sisi immediately puffed up like a victorious rooster, her eyebrows lifting proudly, "Grandpa, I’m not purposely talking back to you, you always pick inappropriate things to criticize about Fanzi, without any reason."

"Alright, that’s enough," Mr. Fan said raising his hand, "At the end of the day, I’m your grandpa, and here you are, lecturing me endlessly? I’ll stay calm and collected, calm and collected. I’ve suddenly realized, I seem indeed unreasonable, saying anything is pointless and disadvantageous."

His words were clearly sarcastic.

But whether sarcasm or genuine, Sisi seemed to find them pleasing to hear, "Grandpa, that statement of yours, I think is actually right, you do need to be calm and collected. Since you’re unreasonable, of course, you’ll have to bear my complaints."

Mr. Fan was so irritated he almost yanked his own beard off.

"Good thing she’s a granddaughter... if this were a daughter... forget it, better not even mention daughters, they’re all sieves, all leaky. Just let it be, whatever will be, will be," Mr. Fan grumbled, winding up even more hurt.

Fan Sisi laughed, "Grandpa, my aunt is also living a happy life now, and apart from being far away, she still shows you great filial piety, right? This seems to prove that your initial opposition was wrong, though."

"Stop it, just stop it, I’ll drink with Fanzi," Mr. Fan couldn’t go on.

The more he talked, the more he seemed to stoke the fire on himself.

Yang Fan once again silently assumed the role of a listener.

For the time being, he still needed to behave himself and show humility to Mr. Fan, waiting for the old gentleman’s anger to subside before saying anything else.

After all, the old gentleman had, frankly speaking, just given in to Fan Sisi, but that didn’t mean his anger had dissipated towards him.

The topic was forcefully steered back by Mr. Fan onto the matter of madness.

Since Huang Baoming is also Yang Fan’s master, it’s up to Yang Fan himself to decide how to compensate Mr. Fan.

By the time the third bottle was finished, it seemed like the buzz from the alcohol suddenly erupted.

The change in quantity led to a qualitative change. Yang Fan’s consciousness became a bit hazy, he felt both sober and yet as if he was floating in drunkenness. He could have used his Inner Qi to catalyze and disperse some of the alcohol’s effects, but he hesitated and chose not to do so.

Let’s get drunk tonight, it’s less trouble that way, as his initial plans were definitely going down the drain anyway.

Afterward, Yang Fan couldn’t remember a thing.

He only remembered that they seemed to have ordered another bottle, but as for how much he drank and how he got back, Yang Fan had absolutely no recollection. The moment he let down his guard against the alcohol and decided to get drunk, the drunkenness hit him particularly hard, but Yang Fan slept soundly.

He slept straight until dawn, and with the aid of Inner Qi, he woke up feeling refreshed and clear-headed with no hangover symptoms at all, as if he hadn’t drunk anything the night before.

Stretching lazily out of habit, Yang Fan was about to survey the room but suddenly touched a smooth body, whose back was so slick that his hand almost slipped off.

Yang Fan abruptly sat up and leaned over for a look.

It was Fan Sisi!

She was lying there stark naked, sleeping soundly with her back to Yang Fan.

Fan Sisi ended up staying with him, did Mr. Fan have no objections, or did he not discover it?

It’s highly probable that he didn’t find out.

Suddenly, Yang Fan noticed the scattered clothes on the floor and the white paper balls.

He was all too familiar with those things.

Damn, did something happen last night?

How could he have no memory of it whatsoever?

For a while, Yang Fan was baffled, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember anything after the fourth bottle of wine was opened. The memory was missing so completely as if someone had taken a scalpel and scraped that segment of his memory away.

Yang Fan’s hand landed on Fan Sisi’s smooth shoulder, and suddenly, he had some naughty ideas.

It didn’t matter that he had no memory of last night; he had to seize the opportunity right before his eyes.

He was primed and ready to go all out, and instead he ended up in this predicament, so now he must make up for it.

Yang Fan lifted the blanket, admired the graceful body for a moment, and then his lips went down for a kiss.

Just as he began to move, Fan Sisi woke up.

"What are you doing? Disturbing my beautiful dream so early in the morning." She asked shyly, her lips curling into a delicate blush.

"I am giving you another beautiful dream," Yang Fan said with a mischievous smile, "I was about to learn from you, to sneak up, and you woke up so fast. Honestly, what happened last night? Did you take advantage of me while I was drunk?"

"What are you talking about? Clearly, some people weren’t behaving. It wasn’t me taking advantage of the situation," retorted Fan Sisi sweetly.

Yang Fan frowned, "But I don’t have any memory at all, it doesn’t make sense. If I could move, I should have some memory, right?"

"Well, you were really drunk at the time, I don’t know how you did it," Fan Sisi said with a laugh, "You were so groggy; somehow, you were even fiercer, I couldn’t take it."