Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 69 - 69 69 A Test

69: Chapter 69: A Test 69: Chapter 69: A Test After dinner, Yang Fan’s family collectively sprang into action.

The tea leaves, having already been dried, needed to be pan-fired to stop oxidation as soon as possible.

This was something that couldn’t be delayed at all.

If left dried for too long, they could only be processed using white tea techniques, but that method had higher requirements for temperature and the tea plant varieties.

It seemed as simple as letting natural fermentation take place, but it actually involved attention to a lot of details.

Anyway, Yang Fan lacked the skills; he had tried it before, but the outcome was far from satisfactory.

Sticking to the reliable old-fashioned pan-frying was a better option.

In Yang Fan’s house, he was really the only one who excelled at pan-frying tea, so naturally, he became the main force.

He took care of the most crucial three steps—kill-green, rolling, shaping—before handing them over to Little Mother to dry.

Ye Tong and Wei Juan were responsible for assisting Yang Fan in sorting the tea leaves.

The craftmanship of the tea was foundational; after that came additional points like the quality of the buds.

What the two of them did was to sort out the mixed buds, then hand them over to Yang Fan for pan-frying.

This was an issue that originally occurred during plucking, and meticulous sorting wasn’t actually necessary.

But being extra careful with the processing at home could fetch a slightly better price.

Hand-processed tea with good leaf shape could significantly increase the value.

The room, filled with the strong scent of fresh tea leaves, steamed with dry heat.

In such hot weather, with a pot like that going in the house, it would be unreasonable not to feel hot.

Within a short time, everyone was drenched in sweat.

Zhou Wenhui was the most straightforward, exclaiming “I’m dying of heat” and promptly stripped off her outer clothes, working in just her tank top.

Tossing her T-shirt aside, she still seemed uncomfortable and reached under her tank top to pull out the white wrap she wore inside, dragging it down to her waist before wiping it across herself.

Although it was only a small piece of cloth that could hardly fill the palm of her hand, its absence seemed to make a significant difference.

Once the wrap was removed, Wenhui’s heavy breasts began to sway conspicuously, clearly showing signs of spreading to the sides, with the protrusions on the front becoming apparent and the fullness of two granules plainly visible.

Yang Fan merely glanced, and his gaze inadvertently stiffened.

Little Mother was quite straightforward with her clothes today.

It seemed she intended to put his willpower to the ultimate test.

Distracted a bit too much, Yang Fan’s hand got burnt on the scorching hot iron pot.

That jolt was enough to snap Yang Fan back to his senses.

Being inattentive during this task was not a minor issue; it was easy to burn your hand and to ruin the tea leaves as well.

“Sister Ye, could I borrow a tank top from you?

I’m also feeling hot, but underneath…

well, you know, I don’t have anything else,” Wei Juan, who was beside Yang Fan, suddenly whispered to Ye Tong.

Ye Tong chuckled softly, “Come and change with me.

Making tea in this weather is tough enough.

Otherwise, why don’t you rest a bit earlier?

I can handle the work on my own.”

“No problem, I can’t sit still either, I’ll help you out,” said Wei Juan.

“Alright then,” Ye Tong laughed and led Wei Juan out of the room.

By the time the two of them came back, they had all changed their clothes in unison.

But it wasn’t the tank top Yang Fan had hoped to see, but short sleeves instead.

What kind of change is that, Yang Fan silently complained to himself and focused his attention on roasting the tea.

However, when he was done with this batch of tea and was about to hand it over to Little Mother, an unintentional glance downward revealed a whole new world—it turned out that the scenery beside him was excessively pleasing, though he just hadn’t noticed it before.

Wei Juan and Ye Tong were both sitting on small stools, bent over sorting the tea leaves.

From where Yang Fan was, he could see the scenery down the necklines of Wei Juan and Ye Tong.

Sitting opposite him, Ye Tong’s bent-over posture allowed him to almost see everything.

The two pairs of fullness that were nearly equal in size swayed violently inside their short sleeves with each movement the women made, as if they were about to pop out from the neckline at any moment.

Indeed, they had changed their clothes, but it was the inside, not the outside, that they had changed.

They had both gone braless.

Yang Fan was so engrossed in looking that Zhou Wenhu’s figure suddenly blocked his view.

“Watch your eyeballs,” she teased.

“I suggest you all cover up a bit more; this is really torturing me,” Yang Fan coughed lightly and said earnestly, “As a single dog, I feel like you’re going a bit too far with this.”

“Are you actually blaming us now?” Zhou Wenhu asked with raised eyebrows and a smile.

Yang Fan spoke hesitantly, “Well, as a virile single dog, the three of you are simply not taking me seriously.

I think you should either cover up more, or else…”

“Or else what?” Zhou Wenhu squatted down in front of him, smiling and asking, “What else do you want to do?”

“Or else go outside, and I’ll call you after I’m done roasting,” Yang Fan muttered.

Zhou Wenhu began to laugh, “And here I thought you wanted to do something else.”

She stood up and gestured to Wei Juan and Ye Tong, “Then you girls go work outside the door.

Let Fanzi call when it’s time.

There really is no need to suffer here and be disliked by him for showing too much.”

“Roasting each batch only takes about ten minutes or so, running back and forth is exhausting,” Ye Tong covered her neckline, gave Yang Fan a glance, and said, “Focus on roasting the tea, don’t look around.

Who told you to peek?

There’s only so much to see at the neckline, what’s so attractive about that?”

“Sister-in-law, you really don’t know the plight of the hungry when you’re full.

That little bit at the neckline… is really quite nice to look at,” Yang Fan murmured.

“Xiao Juan is still here, what nonsense are you talking about?

Just focus on roasting your tea,” Ye Tong said, her cheeks tinting with a blush and scolding him with mild anger.

Yang Fan grinned, whether Wei Juan was there or not didn’t seem to make much difference.

“Actually, I think Fanzi has a point.

This way, we might indeed be putting him to the test,” Wei Juan covered her mouth and giggled, “But wearing too much clothing is unbearably hot in this room.”

“Then let him be tested; we can’t possibly pamper him, can we?” Ye Tong rolled her eyes and said, “You can hardly see much anyway.

With the way he talks, it’s as if we weren’t wearing any clothes—unacceptable.”

“I feel like you’re talking about me, but I really can’t stand the heat; it’s too stuffy in here,” Zhou Wenhu grabbed her own impressively full chest and muttered.

“Aunt Zhou has such a great figure!” Wei Juan glanced over at Zhou Wenhu with a touch of envy.

“What’s so great about it?

It’s uncomfortable when they’re big, they weigh you down.

I’d actually prefer them a little smaller,” Zhou Wenhu touched that area and then suddenly pulled open Wei Juan’s neckline, “Yours is just right, not too big or too small, there’s enough to play with, and it doesn’t weigh down.”

“Not at all, mine are too small…” Wei Juan muttered shyly.

All of a sudden, the three women huddled together to discuss size.

Yang Fan suddenly felt utterly discomfited, “You guys…

are you really not considering me a man?

This is too much!”