Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 90 Let me help you

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Let me help you

Yang Fan sank into the enticing body of Yu Hong Dou, feeling as though his body was on fire, eagerly and greedily wishing he could meld this beautiful girl into his own flesh.

Her delicate beauty surpassed all the flowers in the world, and just a slight whiff was enough to make one succumb.

After toying with that pair of small, full breasts, Yang Fan was no longer satisfied with just that, his left hand quickly wandered down, pushing into the girl’s tight jeans.

But as soon as he felt the trace of hair, Yu Hong Dou, like a startled fawn, quickly fled from Yang Fan’s body, "That’s... that’s enough, you can’t touch anymore. It was supposed to be just a kiss, and you even touched up there, I wasn’t prepared at all, since I didn’t stop you... but down there, I really can’t..."

Her cheeks were a flushed red, and her breathing was somewhat rough, she couldn’t even dare to look directly at Yang Fan while speaking, stumbling over her words unclearly. But Yang Fan understood her meaning; touching up there was done, but down there was off-limits.

He touched his nose, slightly embarrassed, "This, I must apologize, I couldn’t hold back for a moment. Your beauty is really too tempting, I just couldn’t resist."

"Oh my, you’re still smelling!" Yu Hong Dou suddenly grabbed Yang Fan’s arm.

Yang Fan was startled for a moment, as he didn’t recall taking a whiff, he had just subconsciously touched his nose.

However, there did seem to be a faint scent of milk lingering on his palm, mixed with a hint of laundry detergent.

"I can’t stand against your allure. It seems I really did step in a stroke of dog-shit luck today. Just this alone is enough for me to savor for a few months," Yang Fan said with a teasing smile. This girl was truly enchanting, pure and sweet, much like a first love.

"Oh, stop talking," Yu Hong Dou exclaimed with shy irritation, "Do you take any of those, you know, substandard quality rods at home?"

"Yes, but it’ll be at the price for substandard quality ones. If you’re willing, just bring them over," Yang Fan said.

"Shall I find you at Old Zhou’s store tomorrow or the day after?" Yu Hong Dou asked.

Old Zhou’s store was indeed called Old Zhou’s store.

"Leave me your phone number or add me on WeChat, and I’ll come find you when it’s time," Yang Fan suggested.

Going to Old Zhou’s store would certainly invite Old Zhou to cut him off.

Yu Hong Dou nodded slightly, "That, that works too."

Afterward, the two of them exchanged phone numbers and added each other on WeChat.

Having sorted this out, Yu Hong Dou found an excuse to quickly leave the alley.

When she left, her face was still full of shyness, as if she were too embarrassed to know how to face Yang Fan.

But for Yang Fan, today could be described as a day filled with rewards.

He sold the tea leaves at a good price, got involved with Zhu Shanshan, picked up a windfall of five thousand yuan, and had such an intimate encounter with Yu Hong Dou.

If the next step of collecting goods went smoothly and filled his truck, it would truly be perfect.

Yang Fan opened the navigation on his phone and rode his rumbling three-wheeled motorcycle towards several villages near the county town.

Zhangli Village alone had him busy for a full three days, which made Yang Fan somewhat addicted to these unexplored new territories.

He was now picking places he had never visited before.

But it seemed nothing was ever perfect. Having had a day of full gains, Yang Fan encountered a Waterloo in mountain goods collection, touring around one and a half villages yet only managing to fill half of his truck, which was a bit disappointing.

A slight imperfection, a minor regret.

Nevertheless, Yang Fan was already content.

Because of the unexpected windfall, today should count as the most lucrative day of the year so far, with earnings that were quite remarkable.

By the time he got home, the moon was already chasing the sun.

The lingering twilight had not yet faded, but the moon had hoisted itself high in the sky.

Before even entering the house, Yang Fan caught a whiff of a rich aroma of cooking.

Having hustled all afternoon, and already ravenous, his mouth began to water profusely.

Aside from having quite the temper and speaking without much of a filter, Little Mother could be considered perfect in other respects.

She was beautiful, industrious, and her cooking was exceptional.

Ever since she came to their home, she had his stomach completely under her spell.

He swiftly unloaded the goods he had received that day, meticulously organizing them into the warehouse, before rushing into the house.

The kitchen echoed with the intense sound of a spatula moving vigorously through a wok, and after washing his hands, Yang Fan made his way inside.

By the low stove, Little Mother stood wearing a pink apron, her tight, pert buttocks sticking out as she seriously stir-fried bamboo shoots, filling the kitchen with their rich, tantalizing scent.

Yang Fan tiptoed closer to Little Mother, glancing at her closely pressed and curvaceous lower half, and sneaked a slice of cured meat from the dish.

A simple dish of stir-fried garlic shoots with cured meat, spiced up with a bit of green and red chili, was a common household dish, yet Little Mother prepared it with such a full-bodied flavor that it surpassed the taste of restaurants by miles.

Such cured meat, when paired with rice, was something Yang Fan could devour plate after plate.

If Little Mother and sister-in-law were slow with their chopsticks, they’d be left with nothing.

"Caught snacking again!" Zhou Wenhui suddenly turned her head, chiding him with a playful laugh.

Yang Fan grinned sheepishly, "I’m starving, and the smell is too much to resist."

"Go wash your hands, it’s almost ready," Zhou Wenhui glanced askance at Yang Fan, teasingly scolding, "You’re like a ghost reincarnated with an insatiable appetite."

"My hands are already washed, and even if I wasn’t a greedy ghost in a past life, I can’t resist the food you make, Little Mother," Yang Fan said with a laugh, flattering her without a hint of insincerity in his praise, bringing a satisfied smile to Zhou Wenhui’s face.

"How did selling the tea go?" Zhou Wenhui asked.

"Thirteen, I’ll transfer you the money after we’ve eaten," Yang Fan answered.

The tea-picking was mainly done by Little Mother and his sister-in-law, so Yang Fan naturally didn’t feel good about keeping all the proceeds for himself.

Once the tea was sold, Yang Fan would only take a small cut of twenty percent, giving the rest to Little Mother and his sister-in-law.

In their rather unusual family structure, such financial arrangements were sometimes necessary.

"There’s no rush, I was just asking about the market," Zhou Wenhui ladled the cooked dish out of the wok and began cleaning the large iron pot, continuing, "By the way, your sister-in-law mentioned something to me today, and I wanted to know your thoughts on it?"

Yang Fan, who was in the midst of sneaking more cured meat, looked slightly startled and a bit perplexed, "My sister-in-law did mention something to me, but what she told you might not be the same thing, right?"

"She wants me to help you out," Zhou Wenhui said lightly as she drained the water from the pot she had washed, rinsed it again with clean water, added more wood to the stove, and began heating oil for the next batch of garlic and ginger to fry.

The cured meat in Yang Fan’s hand suddenly lost some of its allure, "Little Mother, my sister-in-law has been a bit off these past couple of days."

"Never mind her, I’m asking for your thoughts," Zhou Wenhui pressed as she continued to stir-fry, her focus on the task at hand.

"I... I don’t know," Yang Fan muttered, his expression a mix of confusion and discomfort.

For him, entertaining the idea of getting involved with Little Mother in that way was undoubtedly tempting, but it also made him feel incredibly awkward.