"What on earth are you crying about?!"

Everyone was polite and waited until Lin Li finished his fake crying before they burst out laughing.

"But Lin Li, I think you might have misunderstood," Bai Bufan said, not laughing as hard as the girls, but after a few seconds, he furrowed his brow and spoke up.

"No way, he definitely meant well, you can’t slander him." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"I didn’t say he didn’t mean well, I was trying to say that the person you met probably wasn’t the true White Flag Hu Ye from Shanghai, because a genuine, elite Hu Ye would never go to Mixue Ice with friends,"

Bai Bufan kept a straight face as he continued his earlier point, pointing out what Lin Li hadn’t considered, and then decided to corroborate with his own story:

"I’m actually originally from Shanghai.

Previously, when I came to Nansang with my parents on a business trip, an evil Xiling person tricked me into drinking a clear, sweet-and-sour red-sealed drink—later I found out it was called Mixue Ice.

At that time, my parents were dumbfounded. When they realized what had happened, they took me to the hospital for a gastric lavage, but it was too late—my years of drinking Starbucks had ruined my stomach.

When the business trip ended, we returned to Shanghai. While going through security, out of guilt, I was spotted by the airport staff, who released a local Shanghai mosquito to bite me.

When the security officers saw the mosquito spit out the blood and gargled in disgust, they immediately realized my bloodline was no longer pure.

So they called security, kicked our whole family out of the household registry on the spot, and said that if it weren’t for my parents’ past connections, they would have hung me on the Oriental Pearl Tower for three days. In the end, we had no choice but to settle in Nansang. I’ve even fallen so low as to be desk mates with someone as low-class as you..."

"That can’t be right..."

Lin Li, hearing this, scratched his chin uncertainly and started talking to himself:

"So Mixue Ice isn’t a high-class drink? You know, even lemonade costs four yuan per pound, and the Oriental Pearl costs 830 million yuan to build, weighing only 120,000 tons, coming to just 3.46 yuan a pound—shouldn’t the former be more prestigious..."

"Hey! Watch your words! How dare you say such rebellious things in public! Are you looking for trouble—"

"..."

The girls who were already laughing uncontrollably heard the endless "Shanghai drama" from the two, and they laughed so hard they squatted down, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

As for the auntie: "(;゜○゜)?"

What on earth are this handsome young man and his human friend babbling about? She couldn’t understand a thing.

So, are we still eating this cake or not?

Thanks to the auntie’s presence, Lin Li and Bai Bufan decided to stop their conversation, seeing it was a good point to wrap up.

This cake tasted pretty ordinary, very home-style, a pure cake base flavor. Commercially, the five of them definitely wouldn’t buy it, but given the auntie’s enthusiasm and the fact that it was a charity sale, the five of them bought a bag together.

They continued walking to other stalls.

"Why are there green Christmas hats?"

Bai Bufan stopped at a stall, pointing to a few green hats among the hand-knitted Christmas hats in surprise.

"Christmas hats were originally green, symbolizing the vitality of spring, but later they were changed to red," Lin Li explained, "but if you’re doing this in the country, you probably would add some quirky humor, or maybe it’s for red-green colorblind people."

"I see, then my treat, Lin Li, I’ll give you one." Bai Bufan was unusually generous.

"I’ve known about your situation with Sister Yu for a long time, and I’ve accepted it. It doesn’t mean you’ve made me look bad." Lin Li shrugged indifferently, signaling he didn’t care.

"Your mom!" Bai Bufan jokingly flipped the bird.

Raising an eyebrow, Bai Bufan glanced at the girls discussing products, leaned towards Lin Li, and whispered:

"Lin Li, I just learned about a new achievement of Sister Yu’s."

"What?" Seeing Bai Bufan’s posture, Lin Li leaned in and signaled he was all ears.

Bai Bufan cleared his throat, his voice full of drama:

"A rich man was about to die, and before his end, he called his three sons to his room and said, ’I’ll give each of you one gold coin, and whoever can fill this room will get the inheritance.’

"The eldest son bought a pile of paper and filled half the room."

"The second son bought a bag of flour, and after scattering it, it only filled the bottom half of the room."

"The smartest youngest son brought in a photo of Sister Yu—and the room was suddenly filled with it."

"In the end, the youngest son got the lion’s share of the inheritance, while the eldest son got a small portion."

Lin Li: "o.O?"

This was indeed a story not meant for girls or humans to hear, no wonder Bai Bufan was acting all secretive.

However, Lin Li was a bit puzzled: "Why did the eldest son get some of the inheritance too?"

Bai Bufan: "Because the paper he bought played a significant role in the inheritance battle, and the youngest son offered it voluntarily."

Lin Li: "(;☉_☉)?"

"Damn!"

Facing Bai Bufan’s mischievous grin, Lin Li couldn’t hold back anymore and laughed, giving him a playful punch.

"I’ve heard of a similar inheritance story, but it’s a bit different from yours," Lin Li said seriously to Bai Bufan after calming down a bit, returning a favor for a favor.

"Oh? Then I’m all ears."

"The eldest son bought flour, scattered it in the room, filling it with flour. The second son, smarter than the eldest, bought a can of gas, and when opened, the whole room was filled with gas. The smartest was the youngest son, who lit a candle and walked in."