54: Chapter 54: The Absurd Dream 54: Chapter 54: The Absurd Dream Fu Xuebing was thoroughly woken by Li Jia’s accusing tone.
Under the eaves, he stared with his innocent little eyes, confusedly asking, “Where did this co from?”
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” Li Jia retorted.
“Oh oh, I rember now.
I was sleeping so hazily, you’ve got all confused,” Fu Xuebing said annoyedly, “This must have been prepared for the two of us, what else could it be for?”
“Since when have you used sothing like this?
Aren’t you planning on having kids?” Li Jia asked furiously.
Human emotions are indeed strange.
Just a mont ago when Li Jia was sitting there, Yang Fan saw her face was blooming like a peach blossom, flushed with the afterglow of intimacy.
But with just one questioning, the romantic flush on her face faded instantly, turning to anger.
Apart from anything else, this woman’s acting skills were truly formidable.
And Fu Xuebing’s reaction was just as quick, he responded unhappily at once, “I know, but this is just for occasional use!
These are special, with added high technology, you wouldn’t understand, just wait and enjoy when the ti cos, let’s hurry up and sleep.”
“Is…
is that so?” Li Jia asked, sowhat dubious.
“What else could it be?
You’ll know once I use it on you tomorrow,” Fu Xuebing said, waving his hand nonchalantly as he returned to his room.
Li Jia looked down at the things in her hand and, without further questions, got up and walked towards the door.
She was persuaded by just a few words from Fu Xuebing.
However, hiding by the door, Yang Fan couldn’t help but feel that Old Fu might indeed be hiding so secrets.
He didn’t deny the excuse Fu Xuebing just made; it seed very plausible.
Yang Fan’s judgnt was based purely on a man’s sixth sense.
Li Jia didn’t ask whether Yang Fan was still there or not, she closed the door and returned to her room.
Once the footsteps had faded away, Yang Fan erged from the shadows and stealthily crept back ho.
Little Mother and sister-in-law had already gone to bed, the only thing in the courtyard was the dim light from the first floor, diligently acting as a night watchman, casting its ager glow over the ancient courtyard.
Yang Fan washed up briefly, returned to his room, and imdiately fell asleep.
Although he still felt sowhat disappointed for not having wrapped things up neatly and was left feeling uncomfortable,
he had at least established a substantial relationship with Li Jia, having made it inside.
And damn, it was thrilling!
Lying in bed, the sensations of his recent tussle with Li Jia still reverberated before his eyes.
This tall, shapely married woman was quite tight, and very absorbing.
Perhaps it was because they couldn’t see each other in the dark, but the sensations were particularly vivid.
The next day.
As the rooster crowed at dawn, the sunrise punctually peeked into Yang Fan’s room.
After a heavy yawn, Yang Fan reluctantly got out of bed.
Every groggy morning, the soft bed becos extraordinarily clingy.
Little Mother and sister-in-law seed to have already gotten up, chattering about sothing in the courtyard.
Yang Fan got out of bed and was about to dress when he suddenly noticed sothing odd about his crotch.
He pulled it open to take a look and was imdiately at a loss for words.
The inventory I hadn’t spat out at Li Jia’s was all confessed here last night.
When did all this happen, how co I can’t rember it at all?
I scratched my head in puzzlent, and only then did the dream from last night begin to faintly erge in my mind.
It was probably because I couldn’t vent on Li Jia’s body, which frustrated , and last night I had that kind of dream for the first ti.
And the female lead in the dream, even more absurdly, turned out to be my sister-in-law and Little Mother.
It took place in the attic on the roof, where Little Mother and my sister-in-law tenderly took care of all night, one on the left, and the other on the right.
“That’s a bit ridiculous,” Yang Fan muttered to himself as he rummaged through the wardrobe for a fresh set of clothes to put on.
That day in the bathroom, I recklessly pushed Little Mother in for a couple of strokes, and although it was literally just a couple of strokes, it had been making feel all sorts of uncomfortable for the past few days.
I never expected to end up having such an outrageous dream.
It’s probably because I know what Little Mother and my sister-in-law’s bodies are like, so the dream was actually very clear.
Now that I think about it, even so of the finer details of what was done are complete.
Shaking my head, Yang Fan cast aside these ssy thoughts in his heart and went to the bathroom to wash up.
In the courtyard, Zhou Wenhui and Ye Tong were drying roses and chrysanthemums, with a rich aroma filling the entire yard.
These flowers were not for decoration, but for making tea.
Xin’an Town is the core production area for tea throughout the city, and rose tea and chrysanthemum tea are many farrs’ side businesses.
Compared to the intricate and demanding craft of tea-making, these two types of flower tea are much simpler.
Farrs with a bit of spare land will choose to plant so as a side business to slightly increase their inco.
Yang Fan’s House grows a relatively larger amount because they have fewer tea plants.
It’s hard to increase their inco from tea alone, so they have to put more effort into their side businesses.
However, due to the proliferation of e-comrce in the past two years, nearby areas have seen an increase in those focusing on rose and chrysanthemum tea as an industry.
Compared to tea, this business model is simpler to produce and profits co in a bit faster.
“Fanzi, do you have any plans for today?” Ye Tong asked, looking up as she saw Yang Fan coming out.
“I’m heading to Zhangli Village today.
Yesterday, there were a few families I didn’t finish collecting from,” Yang Fan replied.
“Oh, then I’ll start the picking with Little Mother.
When you co back tonight, we’ll fry the tea.
Today is hotter, so these flower teas are almost ready for killing the green,” Ye Tong said.
Yang Fan hadn’t checked the fields in the past few days and didn’t know the situation; hearing this, he said, “These families had already agreed, so I’ll just make the rounds today.
I won’t go tomorrow.
We’ll fry the flower tea first.”
Actually, whether he collected the goods today didn’t matter, but he had promised Yulan to have a gathering, which he needed to attend.
The gathering was not the main point, though.
More importantly, Yang Fan planned to take the opportunity to talk to her about Shen Lin’s issue, trying to use Yulan’s connections to tackle this problem beforehand; otherwise, having Shen Lin continue to cause trouble was genuinely unbearable.
So, this event today was unavoidable.
“Alright, then go early.
Breakfast is warming in the pot; hurry up and eat,” Ye Tong said with a gentle smile.
Yang Fan gave his sister-in-law a longing look before heading into the kitchen.
Won who make tea seem to carry an innate grace and beauty, as tranquil and natural as tea itself.
Even soone like Little Mother, who’s usually fierce, looks like a proper lady when making tea, sowhat enchanting.
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