Chapter 13
No taboos, no taboos...
Fang Chen was muttering to himself, his face not looking good.
Foreigners are really outspoken. Why would they say these things while eating?
"Leave him alone."
The man whispered, "Don't believe him, he's just talking nonsense."
He took Fang Chen to sit down, took a glass of juice from the table and handed it to him, "Try it."
Fang Chen held the cup, took a sip, and his eyes lit up the whole afternoon. "Apple juice."
Uncle Bol brought over another plate of grilled mushrooms and said with a grin, "This is juice made from apples from the farm. I wasn't sure if you could drink, so I prepared it in advance."
Fang Chen quickly said, "You can drink a little wine too."
He measured it with his hand. "A little!"
Sis raised the corner of his lip, "Would you like to drink something?"
Fang Chen licked his lips and said, "Sure!"
Sis didn't give him more, but just asked Uncle Bo to bring him a can of beer.
Fang Chen opened the beer can and held it up. After hesitating for a moment, he turned to the man and whispered, "Sis, thank you for bringing me out. I'm so happy! You're the first friend I've made outside of the pizza shop...even though the process of our acquaintance was a bit funny."
As he spoke, he tilted his head back, his eyes sparkling and slightly curved.
friend……
Sith looked at him deeply, and then whispered, "No need to thank me."
He also picked up the cup and clinked it lightly with Fang Chen's.
This was Fang Chen's first time drinking alcohol after traveling through the book, and in this kind of environment where everyone was gathered together, he was a little excited. He raised the can and took a big sip.
The aroma of fermented wheat exploded in my mouth, and the alcohol rushed into my brain, making me feel dizzy after a while.
Only then did Fang Chen feel something was wrong.
This foreign beer...what's the alcohol content?
He wanted to check the logo on the beer can, but when he picked it up, Sis thought he was going to drink more and reached out to stop him, "Don't drink so quickly."
Fang Chen was two beats slow to react, and belatedly said "Hmm?" The sound came from his nose, muffled, as if he was acting coquettishly.
Sith's eyes grew darker as he looked at him, but his voice softened, "Eat something first."
Fang Chen blinked and held his chin with both hands, "Okay."
He said yes, but he had no intention of taking action at all.
Sis forked him some grilled chicken and fish, which were sprinkled with secret ingredients and smelled delicious.
Fang Chen finally took action, picked up a piece with a fork and put it in his mouth, then nodded, "Delicious!"
Joey on the opposite side was so upset that his teeth were gritting his teeth. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid that Sith would really throw him out, so he finally shut up.
Because most of them were from the club, they inevitably discussed some matters related to the competition. They spoke quickly and used professional terms. Fang Chen only understood half of what they were saying, but he still supported his chin with an appearance of listening very seriously.
Sis sat next to him, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, with his arms folded. He looked lazy and nonchalant, but his eyes never left Fang Chen for even half a second from beginning to end.
Fang Chen couldn't finish the remaining beer. Sometimes he would act like a child, stretching out a finger and quietly pushing the beer can further away, as if this could prove that it wasn't his.
The man saw all these little movements. Sis tilted his head, suppressed his smile, and whispered, "If you're full, you can leave first."
Fang Chen turned his head and looked at Xisi in confusion.
Because he had drunk a little, Fang Chen's response to English was even slower. After a few seconds, he slowly asked, "Where are we going?"
"It doesn't matter where you go, it depends on what you want to do."
Fang Chen stood up obediently, nodded, and took two steps out with his hands and feet together. He turned back, waved his hand, and said to everyone, "I'm done eating. I'm leaving first."
Everyone was stunned for a second, and then quickly imitated Fang Chen and waved to him, "Bye..."
Xisi stood up, picked up the beer can that Fang Chen had just pushed away, and drank it.
The movements were natural, as if it was a very common thing.
Fortunately, Fang Chen didn't look back and see it, but even if he did, it would be difficult for him to react with his current stupid brain.
Fang Chen was sitting on the steps, his chin in his hand, in a daze. Sith came out from behind him and stood in front of him naturally, blocking the dazzling sunlight for him.
Xisi originally wanted to ask him if he wanted to go pick blueberries, but Fang Chen looked up at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, stretched it as high as possible, and poked him in the chest.
The man was stunned for a rare moment, as if he had not expected Fang Chen to do such a thing.
"You are so good here."
Fang Chen said seriously.
Sis was silent for a while, then asked him, "Do you like it?"
Fang Chen nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
He buried his face there last time, and it felt so good!
I didn't expect there would be such a surprise when I was drunk.
Sisker suppressed the urge to hug the person. His gray-blue eyes grew darker. He curled his thin lips slightly and whispered, "You can touch it if you like."
This sentence was truly full of temptation. Fang Chen swallowed slightly, replaced the extended finger with his entire palm, and pressed it directly on the man's chest muscle.
Through a layer of cloth, the touch under my hand is as elastic as I remember, and it feels strangely comfortable when I press it.
Fang Chen became more and more aggressive, stretching out both hands and randomly touching the man's chest.
At first, Sith wanted to tease him on purpose, but after touching him for a while, he got irritated for no reason.
You can’t touch it anymore, or something bad will happen.
The man's eyes were stern as he grabbed Fang Chen's wrist, not allowing him to move.
Not allowed to be touched, Fang Chen pouted and looked unhappy.
"I'll take you back to rest."
Unexpectedly, Fang Chen would be so drunk. Sis gave up the idea of taking him out to play and wanted to send him back first and wait for him to get some sleep and sober up.
Fang Chen was very well behaved and didn't make any noise. He just did whatever he was told to do. He immediately stood up and followed Xisi back obediently.
The man was sent back to the cabin. The lamb was still inside. When it heard the sound, it raised its head and bleated twice.
"You take a nap first, I'll take the sheep out."
"No!" Fang Chen refused immediately, "I want to sleep with the lamb."
"He'll disturb your sleep."
"Won't!"
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Sis took a step back and whispered, "Then will you sleep well?"
"Yes, yes."
The man had a meaningless conversation with a drunkard until Fang Chen was about to change his clothes and go to bed, and then he restrained himself and turned away.
Just as he left, he received a call from Joey. They were playing cards and wanted Sis to come over as well.
"Cis, bring your lamb over to play with us."
"I went over there and he was sleeping."
"What? Sleeping? You guys..."
Sith hung up the phone, cutting off all the nonsense.
*
Fang Chen slept all the way in the car. After eating, he continued to sleep. He slept soundly. When he woke up, he sat on the bed with messy hair and was dazed for a long time.
Who am I? Where is this? Am I in a book again?
It was not until he saw the lamb in the corner that Fang Chen came to his senses. Then all the memories came flooding back, making his face look familiar.
Oh my god!
How come the original owner could drink so much that he got drunk after just one glass?!
One drink is fine! The key is what was he talking about when he was drunk?! He even touched Sis...
Fang Chen raised his hand tremblingly and looked at it repeatedly, wishing he could just cut it off and sever all ties with this lustful hand!
He collapsed and wrapped himself in the quilt, rolled up like a burrito and rolled over and over.
Or just run away now!
If he starts running now, how long will it take him to get back to the city?
He was making shawarma on the bed with a hopeless look on his face until the lamb bleated at him twice, and then Fang Chen came out from under the quilt.
He stuck his head out and stared into the lamb's eyes.
The experience value of a new dad is zero.
Maybe...hungry?
Fang Chen got off the bed, picked up the half remaining bottle of milk, and continued to feed the lamb.
He sighed, lowered his head and said to the lamb, "Why don't you go find Sis and tell him that it was you who touched his chest before, not me."
The lamb stared at him with its two innocent black eyes.
Fang Chen felt even more headache.
The lamb was full, so it jumped out of Fang Chen's arms, ran to the door, and squeezed its head out through the crack in the door.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
Fang Chen hurriedly put on his shoes and followed.
When he came out of the cabin, he found that it was already dark outside. There were relatively few lights on the farm, and it was pitch black all around. Fang Chen didn't notice it at first when he was running after the lamb, but he felt something was wrong after running for a distance.
Where did he run off to?
Fang Chen looked around and saw what looked like a warehouse in front of him. The lamb probably ran straight in.
Fang Chen hesitated for a moment and followed him in.
The warehouse looked even darker. Moonlight from outside filtered through, and the corn piled up inside could be vaguely seen.
"Mee-mee? Mee-mee..."
Fang Chen called twice, but the lamb didn't respond.
He frowned and continued walking forward. Suddenly, he seemed to step on something. Fang Chen looked down and saw a protruding wooden board, which might be a cellar.
etc……
Cellar?!
Fang Chen's face turned pale, and what he heard Joey say at noon suddenly flooded into his mind.
"...The farmer is actually a murderer. He killed his wife and hid her in the cellar..."
The more scared people are, the more messy things they will think of.
Fang Chen's breathing became a little rapid. He slowly took two steps back and was about to turn around and run when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.
His heartbeat quickened, and he turned around suddenly—
It was Sith, walking towards them with a flashlight in his hand.
"Why are you here?"
The fear just now slightly diluted the embarrassment in his heart, and Fang Chen whispered, "Look for the lamb."
"Don't worry about him, he'll come out when he's hungry."
Sis looked at Fang Chen's strange expression and frowned, "What's wrong?"
Fang Chen was too embarrassed to say what he had imagined, so he shook his head.
Sis narrowed his eyes and suddenly chuckled, "You don't think I'm some perverted murderer again, do you?"
Fang Chen blushed, "I didn't..."
The man took a step closer, his tall figure almost completely enveloping the boy, creating an oppressive feeling. He lowered his eyes and deliberately lowered his voice slightly, "How do you know? I'm not."
"Why do you think I invited you to the farm..."
Fang Chen widened his eyes slightly.
He retreated in panic, but suddenly tripped and almost fell, but fortunately Sis grabbed him.
The man held his wrist but did not let go. Instead, he picked him up and walked out.
"You're more courageous than a lamb, yet you dare to run around alone."
Behave yourself when someone eats you.
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Irresponsible Little Extra [Rose]
Although the farmer had a bad temper and whipped the slaves several times during the day, he still secretly came to bring medicine to the slaves at night.
He punished the slaves by making them sleep in the warehouse.
He pushed the door open and poked his head in.
There was a dim light inside, and the slaves were still working in the warehouse, putting straw on the ground and taking off their shirts to spread it on top. They looked very comfortable.
Under the halo, the slave's muscles seemed to have a layer of honey color, bulging slightly when exerting force, and sweat flowed down the narrow cracks on the back of his spine.
The farmer swallowed his saliva and asked arrogantly, "Who allowed you to sleep so comfortably?"
"Master, this is for you."
The slave was not surprised by his appearance. Instead, he raised his eyes slightly with a smile.
"If you still feel uncomfortable, you can sit on me."
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