28: Chapter 28 Little Mother Adds Fuel to the Fire 28: Chapter 28 Little Mother Adds Fuel to the Fire Yang Fan, who dared not look Little Mother in the face, went over and gently pulled up Zhou Wenhui’s waistband, ready to make his escape.
“Hold on, what’s the rush?
You’re just pulling up my pants, I’m not going to eat you!” Zhou Wenhui said irritably, “I don’t know what’s up with these pants today, they keep getting stuck in the crotch.
Help pull them to the right a bit.”
Yang Fan couldn’t help but be stunned.
What kind of pants would keep getting stuck in the crotch!
“Little Mother, this seems…
a bit inconvenient for ,” Yang Fan said hesitatingly.
If it had been any other ti, he would have already done it.
After all, his Little Mother was a bold person.
Normally, she didn’t have so many scruples, and she was very casual in her speech and actions.
But now, Yang Fan really felt like a thief with a guilty conscience; he was a bit scared to touch her.
“Hurry up, I’m not asking you to do anything else, just to pull up my pants,” Zhou Wenhui said sowhat angrily.
“I’m not embarrassed, so why are you acting all shy like a little girl?”
Yang Fan, with head down, could only walk over again.
He fumbled with the waistband of Zhou Wenhui’s pants and adjusted the black belt inside by moving it to the right.
“Is it okay now?”
Zhou Wenhui’s expression turned a bit strange, “No, it’s even more stuck…”
“Little Mother, maybe you should wash your hands and adjust it yourself,” Yang Fan suggested.
Zhou Wenhui glanced at Yang Fan and then at the pancake cooking in the pot.
“Can you flip pancakes?”
“I could give it a try,” said Yang Fan.
“Then watch the pot for a bit,” Zhou Wenhui said.
“If I weren’t worried you might misunderstand, I really would have liked you to dig it out for .
It’s not that I mind washing my hands; I just feel uneasy about adjusting my clothes and then making pancakes.”
Yang Fan: …
Good thing you didn’t.
His mind was truly in tornt, caught between extres.
If he had to dig around for Little Mother a few tis, his ntality would definitely explode, and his body probably wouldn’t feel great either…
“Where’s my sister-in-law?
Maybe you could call her to help,” Yang Fan suggested.
“She went to buy groceries.
I realized we didn’t even have a scallion left when I got up to cook this morning,” Zhou Wenhui said offhandedly before suddenly nudging Yang Fan with her hip, “Help adjust it.”
“What?” Yang Fan was startled, “Little Mother, don’t joke around!”
“What joke am I making?
I’m not asking you to sleep with .
What are you nervous about?
I really don’t want to ruin my appetite.
Just tug it a bit to the side on my butt, and don’t grope around,” Zhou Wenhui said calmly.
She seed to think it was no big deal, but Yang Fan was far from calm.
The stimulation from last night had left him in extre agony, and before he could recover, Little Mother, coincidentally, pulled this stunt.
This getting stuck in the crotch seed almost like a setup, truly bizarre.
“Hurry up, why are you dragging your feet?
My pancake is about to burn,” Zhou Wenhui nudged Yang Fan with her pelvic bone, urging him.
Yang Fan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
He reached into Little Mother’s pants, feeling a swath of smooth, soft skin.
Yang Fan groped towards the direction of the buttocks but still only felt soft, smooth skin; he couldn’t find any trace of her underwear.
What kind of underwear was she wearing?
There was clearly a strap, but it barely covered half of her buttocks.
“Little Mother, I can’t seem to find it…” Yang Fan didn’t dare go further, worried he couldn’t hold himself back.
“A little deeper,” Zhou Wenhui said.
Although she was usually bold and uninhibited, having Yang Fan touch her like this seed to make her shy, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.
Yang Fan felt around again and finally found the culprit.
Little Mother was dressed so fashionably that the thing had almost entirely wedged itself into her butt crack.
Yang Fan suppressed the surging impulse in his heart, groped at her underpants a couple of tis, and then quickly withdrew his hand.
Zhou Wenhuie felt around and said, “That’s much better, go play, we’ll eat later.”
Yang Fan unconsciously touched his nose and nodded.
His habitual action caused Zhou Wenhui’s face to flush with a surge of embarrassnt and annoyance as she scolded in a low voice, “You little brat, what are you slling?
What’s there to sll?”
Yang Fan was stunned, “No, I wasn’t slling anything, I was just touching my nose.”
“Don’t sll,” Zhou Wenhui shouted with her face still red.
“I didn’t sll anything, there’s really nothing worth slling,” Yang Fan said helplessly.
But his explanation felt rather weak even to himself.
Touching his nose and slling seed to have no difference indeed.
The incident made the cheerful morning suddenly less wonderful.
Zhou Wenhui glanced at Yang Fan, said nothing more, but her expression was clearly one of disbelief.
Yang Fan opened his mouth, then suppressed the desire to explain further.
Last night he had acted rashly a few tis, he thought, why bother explaining such a trivial matter?
“Fanzi, are you there?”
Suddenly, a man’s shout ca from outside the courtyard.
“It sounds like Old Fu, I’ll go check,” Yang Fan suddenly felt like a savior had appeared, told Little Mother, and hurried out of the kitchen, certain he would die of awkwardness if he stayed any longer.
Under the courtyard wall, a man in his early thirties was squatting with a bulging woven bag in his hand, resting with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
“Old Fu, why didn’t you co in?” Yang Fan asked as he stepped outside.
Old Fu was not old; his real na was Fu Xuebing.
He was just a man in his early thirties who hadn’t achieved much of anything yet.
He had attended a vocational school and learned auto repair, which qualified him as a man with a trade.
He had opened a garage in town a few years ago, but it had been smashed for so reason.
Later, he got involved in construction and faced losses.
However, after failing in two businesses, his ambition was not dampened.
Recently, he had tried contracting land to grow corn and manage projects, but the promised project subsidies had fallen through, and he seed to be still in litigation with the town.
Last year, he turned his interest to dicinal herbs.
This ti, however, he didn’t go big but exercised caution, planting only a few acres of astragalus root and Codonopsis.
“I’d rather not co in, I’m in mourning for a family elder,” Fu Xuebing said, flicking his long hair that almost completely covered his eyebrows, and pointing with his cigarette-holding fingers to the woven bag beside him, “I heard the prices for astragalus root are good lately.
This stuff is from last year, it’s all premium quality about one centiter around.
What price can you give for it?”
“You’re the expert on this, we’re neighbors, I can’t just look out for other sellers and ignore the ones right next to .
Give a fair price, and I’ll hand over all my acres to you this year, let you have a lucrative season!”
Yang Fan just smiled, the old guy did talk a good ga.
Last year, he complained that Yang Fan’s price was too low and went to an out-of-town buyer; turned out after all the nitpicking, they paid even less than what he had offered.
The old guy must be desperate to scrape together so money with this small bag.
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