Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 782

Chapter 782: Chapter 782

When it comes to roasting others, Yang Fan and Zhou Yingnan have plenty to talk about.

Thanks to the Gao Mo incident, the two of them seamlessly cursed for nearly twenty minutes, only stopping when the items they ordered arrived, shifting their attention to what they had ordered.

Yang Fan noticed that the owner of this shop indeed had a strong disdain for tea.

The "green tea" served turned out to be flower tea, and not even a good kind.

Outside, about half a pound of it would cost no more than twenty or thirty bucks.

Although Sanping’s tea plantation wasn’t as large as Xin’an’s, it still owned small-scale tea farms.

In a tea-producing area like this, using such subpar flower tea and selling it as green tea, and charging twenty per cup, was utterly ridiculous.

"There’s one thing I really can’t figure out—does the owner of this shop not even bother to check anything else? If he just looked around the market a little, he wouldn’t be selling this stuff as green tea, right?" Yang Fan said, exasperated.

"I already told you earlier." Zhou Yingnan said indifferently. "But I urge you not to bother. The shop owner is mentally ill; it’s pointless to argue."

"When you say ’mentally ill,’ do you mean he’s actually sick or just acting irrationally?" Yang Fan asked.

Zhou Yingnan glanced toward the back of the shop, lowered her voice, and said, "He has dissociative identity disorder, and the funny thing is, his other personality has a mental illness."

"Wha...t the hell!" Yang Fan held his breath for a long time before letting out this exclamation.

This condition was pretty complicated.

"Wait a minute, shouldn’t someone like him be living in a psychiatric hospital? How is he running a shop?" Yang Fan was quite astonished.

Zhou Yingnan chuckled and said, "Because his condition... how should I put it... doesn’t pose a social danger. So, they discharged him from the hospital. I heard he actually stayed for quite a long time before."

"His primary personality is male, and his secondary personality is female. The female personality suspects the world is fake. Look at the decor here—it’s all his handiwork."

Yang Fan had noticed the decor long ago. How to describe it... It was very intricate.

Yet utterly absurdly harmonious—a mix of brilliance, cleanliness, and an odd touch of eerie mystery.

Religious elements, Gothic style, ancient, modern, and various old architectural aesthetics—like someone with naive curiosity had just whimsically mashed them together in this small establishment.

Rough, delicate, romantic, mysterious—these varied styles showed up in every corner and cranny of this place.

Yang Fan laughed and said, "Well, I’d say he knows quite a lot."

"You’re absolutely right; he’s got tons of certifications." Zhou Yingnan replied.

Yang Fan: ...

"Impressive, huh? A true genius."

He honestly had no idea what words to use to describe this owner.

"I also think it’s fascinating; that’s why I come here from time to time when I’m bored—to explore the world through the eyes of someone mentally ill. It’s quite enlightening," Zhou Yingnan said with a faint smile. "You can try it too. When dealing with regular people becomes tiresome, interacting with them can be really interesting."

"Nope!" Yang Fan raised a hand, cutting off her suggestion. "I’m finding out you’re not so simple either."

Most people hear "mental illness" and instinctively keep their distance.

But not her—she actually goes out of her way to understand it and even considers it deeply intriguing.

That’s not exactly a typical way of thinking.

"Do you think I’m mentally ill as well?" Zhou Yingnan crossed her legs and lightly teased the ceramic coffee cup in front of her with her slender fingers, her gaze carrying a playful hint of amusement.

Yang Fan shook his head, "Not at all. I just think you’re probably an unconventional and quite artistic woman."

"Artistic is a bit much, but you’re not wrong. I do enjoy it quite a bit," Zhou Yingnan said.

Yang Fan thought, Isn’t that obvious enough?

At that moment, a figure emerged from the back.

"Hey, can you two help watch the shop for a bit? I woke up this morning and noticed my complexion is a little worn out. I might need to go for some skin care—it won’t take too long. If you need anything, feel free to head to the back; there are instructions on the machines—it’s pretty simple."

The shop owner spoke politely, slightly bent in posture, matching his hand gestures as he addressed Yang Fan and Zhou Yingnan.

He was a beautiful... man.

His face showed no traces of facial hair, with clean and fair features, slender hands, colored contact lenses, ear studs, and hair far longer than Zhou Yingnan’s, seemingly styled yet casually tied back.

Yang Fan regarded him with a peculiar expression.

He seemed to understand why this guy wasn’t confined in a psychiatric hospital.

What nonsense about dissociative identity disorder.

This guy seemed like he had two souls blended together. Through the Heavenly Eye Technique, Yang Fan saw a woman’s face hidden behind his male one. This situation must have persisted for a long time—the male and female faces had almost perfectly overlapped, nearly on the verge of fully fusing.

Once the two faces merged into one, he probably wouldn’t split anymore.

Earlier, when Zhou Yingnan explained, Yang Fan had thought it sounded far-fetched.

Seeing it now, well, alright, no big deal.

The work he repeated that night was precisely to prevent something like this from happening.

Unexpectedly, he was witnessing a real-life example here today.

Two souls, two perspectives—it only made sense that he’d learn more.

"I’ll later..."

Yang Fan was about to decline the owner’s request when Zhou Yingnan interjected, "It’s fine; I’ve got nothing else to do today. Go handle your errands—I’ll keep an eye on the place for you. But my coffee better have unlimited refills, no stinginess!"

The shop owner laughed. "Xiao Zhou, it’s not like I usually don’t give you free refills. Do whatever you want; I’m off."

After taking a few steps toward the door, he abruptly stopped, turned sideways, and whispered mysteriously to Zhou Yingnan, "Are you two... on a date? Go upstairs—I bought fresh flowers and incense yesterday. Be good and light them."

"Flowers and incense—that’s what a date should have. By the way, my bed... you can use it if you don’t mind. Or, the sofa works too."

Zhou Yingnan’s face turned slightly red. "Shoo shoo shoo! Get out of here—I’m conducting business!"

The shop owner gave Yang Fan a glance, smiled lightly, and added, "Use whatever excuse you want; it doesn’t matter. Anyway, my facilities are yours to use. It’s entirely up to you."

"I have to say, excellent choice! Warm, charming, handsome."

"Get going!" Zhou Yingnan snapped, clearly flustered.

The guy only seemed to get increasingly ridiculous.

The shop owner giggled mischievously, waved at Zhou Yingnan, and winked at Yang Fan before leaving.

Some blush lingered on Zhou Yingnan’s fair cheeks as she awkwardly touched the corner of her lips, coughed lightly, and explained, "Uh... don’t mind his nonsense. That guy is mentally ill."