110: Chapter 110: The Touch Isn’t Bad at All 110: Chapter 110: The Touch Isn’t Bad at All Cucumbers?
Ever since college, upon seeing the girls in her dorm frequently bringing cucumbers into the room, and at times not for eating or facial masks, she’d become somewhat unable to bear looking straight at cucumbers.
Especially in the dead of night, her disdain for cucumbers intensified even further.
Damn it, giving her a cucumber, what did that imply!
Zhang Fan, too, noticed the change in Ye Yanran’s expression, then his eyes widened in shock—could it be that this tigeress didn’t date because she had a substitute?
Immediately, a meaningful smile spread across Zhang Fan’s face, his lips curling into a mischievous grin.
Seeing this, Ye Yanran’s anger ratcheted up even more.
Her eyes narrowed, she fiercely bit through the cucumber, and at the same time, her cold gaze swept across Zhang Fan’s lower body.
Zhang Fan’s legs clenched tightly, and a chill shot up his spine in an instant, especially the crunching sound, which made him empathize painfully.
However, soon enough, Zhang Fan shook off the distressing sensation.
His mouth slightly agape, he made a four-word lip movement toward Ye Yanran.
Humph, the little guy dares to challenge her.
Let’s see if he has the guts to have her bite his off.
Ye Yanran seethed with rage.
Zhang Fan’s rascally demeanor made her want to explode instantly.
If it weren’t for Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan being there, she would definitely have chopped him to death in the kitchen.
“What are you staring at?
Go wash the cucumber,” Zhang Fan commanded, then, humming a tune, he continued with his chopping.
“I’m done!” Zhang Xiaoyuan said, having washed the cabbage until it was spotless, seeking praise for her accomplishment.
Zhang Fan turned his head and pecked Zhang Xiaoyuan on the cheek.
“Xiaoyuan is so capable.”
“Mhm.” Zhang Xiaoyuan’s cheeks flushed, then she looked at Ye Xuan provocatively, chin up, full of pride.
Ye Xuan’s fingers flew, and soon her palm was filled with over a dozen plump cloves of garlic.
“I’m done too,” Ye Xuan declared, reaching out her hand and cupping Zhang Fan’s face, kissing him afterward.
Then, her gaze turned just as provocatively towards Zhang Xiaoyuan.
Zhang Fan watched the two women’s jealousy and felt overjoyed inside.
Witnessing Zhang Fan’s immense satisfaction, Ye Yanran gritted her teeth in irritation.
She threw the cucumber at Zhang Fan, hitting him on the head.
Zhang Fan’s knife stopped in mid-chop, startled by the cucumber, and nearly cut himself.
“What the hell are you doing?” Zhang Fan snapped angrily.
“I’m cooking; get lost,” Ye Yanran retorted.
Humph, she’d kick them out and see how lovey-dovey they could be then.
With the parents still outside, she doubted they would dare.
Following that, Ye Yanran pushed Zhang Fan out.
Inside, Zhang Fan was seething.
Watching Ye Yanran turn her back on him, he clenched his teeth.
Zhang Fan immediately activated “Perspective” and glowered at the back that was within arm’s reach, wishing he could knock Ye Yanran down and have his way with her right then and there.
“What are you three cooling your heels for?
Get out,” Ye Yanran said, stepping back, and with this retreat, she collided directly with Zhang Fan.
Ye Yanran was roughly the same height as Zhang Fan, so when she bumped into him, it was a direct hit.
Zhang Fan felt like his third leg was about to break.
Damn, this queen tigeress, that was definitely on purpose.
“Get out,” Ye Yanran quickly pulled away from Zhang Fan and pointed at him as she spoke.
Zhang Fan’s eyes flicked toward Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan, who had already walked out, then he took off his apron with a naughty smile, “I’ll be out in a second, turn around, and I’ll tie your apron for you.”
Ye Yanran, holding a knife, turned around and said, “Hurry up.”
Zhang Fan wrapped his arms around Ye Yanran’s waist and pulled her straight into his embrace.
Ye Yan instantly screamed.
Zhang Fan laughed heartily and then turned around and immediately ran out of the kitchen.
You little thing, let’s see you strut now.
Having run quite a distance, Zhang Fan still reminisced about the softness in his arms.
They say loli’s have three virtues: light body, soft and easy to push down, but older sisters aren’t bad either, at least, they’re genuinely soft.
At this moment, Ye Yanran’s mind went blank.
Moments later, her pretty face flushed crimson, she bit down hard on her teeth, and the kitchen knife in her hand chopped fiercely down onto the cutting board.
The bastard, I must slaughter this jerk.
“Xiaofan, why did you come out?” Zhang Dongyang frowned as he looked at Zhang Fan, who had suddenly run out.
Ye Xuan said softly, “My sister kicked us out, saying she would cook.”
Qin Shuang and Ye Jingtian both nodded in approval, “Mm, this girl, she’s still quite sensible.”
However, they didn’t know that Ye Yanran in the kitchen was almost on the verge of coming out with a knife to chase after Zhang Fan.
“Clack, clack, clack!”
The sound of the kitchen knife chopping on the cutting board was incredibly grating, sensing the commotion in the kitchen, Zhang Fan grinned mischievously and then tiptoed to the kitchen door, whispering, “I just love the way you want to chop me but can’t.”
Ye Yanran turned around abruptly, flinging the kitchen knife from her hand.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
The kitchen knife flew past Zhang Fan’s forehead and embedded itself in the apricot tree in the courtyard.
“Can’t hit, can’t hit.”
Zhang Fan again poked his head out, leaning against the doorframe, laughing non-stop.
Ye Yanran trembled with anger, hands on hips, she shook her head and took another knife from the rack, charging straight toward Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan was startled and quickly turned and sprinted away.
Damn, this tigress really wants to kill me.
As the saying goes, no matter how high your kung fu is, you’d still fear a kitchen knife, and besides, my kung fu isn’t that high right now.
Standing at the door, Ye Yanran pointed at Zhang Fan with trembling fingers, her teeth almost ground to dust.
If her parents weren’t in the yard having a cheerful conversation, she would be chopping Zhang Fan into pieces right now.
Ye Yanran turned around and angrily dealt with the vegetables in the kitchen, especially those few carrots, which she chopped into bits in no time.
“I’ll chop you to death, chop you to death,” Ye Yanran said through gritted teeth as if she was taking out her frustration on the cucumbers as if they were Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan didn’t provoke Ye Yanran anymore but busied himself with the equipment his father had bought back.
Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan stood by Zhang Fan’s side, each wielding a dagger, and started crossing blades with each other.
Zhang Fan felt a chill on his back; damn it, what if the girls made a mistake and the knife ended up stabbing him?
As the night grew dim, Ye Yanran alone was in a flurry in the kitchen, while Qin Shuang and her husband and Zhang Dongyang chatted casually outside; Zhang Fan sat on the swing with Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan, swaying back and forth.