Chapter 433

"What on earth are you crying about!"

Everyone was still very polite; they all waited until Lin Li finished speaking and started fake-crying before letting their laughter burst forth unrestrainedly.

"However, Lin Li, I think you must have misunderstood." Bai Bufan didn't laugh as intensely as the girls, but after a few seconds, he frowned and spoke up.

"Impossible, he definitely had good intentions; you are not allowed to slander him."

"I didn't say he didn't have good intentions, but rather, I want to say that the person you met probably wasn't a 'true-blue Shanghai master,' because a real competition-grade Shanghai master would never go to Mixue Bingcheng with friends,"

Bai Bufan's expression remained unchanged as he continued from his previous point, pointing out the problem Lin Li hadn't considered, and then decided to use his own story as evidence:

"I am actually originally from Shanghai.

Previously, I followed my parents to Nansang for a business trip, and as a result, an evil Xiling person tricked me into drinking a transparent, sweet-and-sour drink with a red sealed lid—later I found out that it was called Mixue Bingcheng.

At the time, my parents were stunned. After knowing what happened, they immediately took me to the hospital to have my stomach pumped, but it was already too late; my stomach, which had been drinking Starbucks for many years, was ruined just like that.

When the business trip ended, our family returned to Shanghai. When passing through security, because I was too guilty, the airport discovered the clues, so they released a local Shanghai mosquito to take a bite out of me.

When the security officer saw the mosquito vomit the blood out and go 'ptui ptui ptui' to rinse its mouth, they immediately discovered that my bloodline was no longer pure.

So they called security, revoked my entire family's household registration on the spot, and even said that if it weren't for the sake of my parents' past reputation, they would have hung me on the Oriental Pearl Tower for three days to be ridiculed. Sigh, in the end, we had no choice but to settle in Nansang, and I even fell to the point of being desk-mates with a lower-class person like you..."

"That's not right..."

Lin Li touched his chin with some lack of confidence upon hearing this and began to mutter to himself:

"Is Mixue Bingcheng actually not a high-class drink? You have to know, even lemonade costs four yuan a jin, while the Oriental Pearl Tower cost 830 million to build and weighs only 120,000 tons, costing only 3.46 yuan per jin. Isn't the former more noble..."

"Hey! Watch your tongue! Daring to say such rebellious words in public! Do you not want your life—"

"..."

The girls on the side, who were already laughing non-stop, hearing the two of them continue their endless "Shanghai Wind and Clouds" without any bottleneck, laughed so hard they squatted on the ground, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

As for the aunt: "(；゜o゜)?"

What are this handsome young man and his human friend muttering about? I can't understand a word of it.

Are you still going to eat the cake or not?

But it was also because of the aunt's presence that Lin Li and Bai Bufan quit while they were ahead and paused the conversation.

The taste of this cake was standard, just the kind of very home-style cake, the taste of pure cake batter. If it were commercialized, the five of them definitely wouldn't buy it, but since this aunt was so enthusiastic and it was for charity, the five of them still bought a bag together.

They continued walking toward other stalls.

"Why are there green Santa hats?"

Bai Bufan stopped in front of a stall and pointed at the few green hats mixed in among the handmade Santa hats, asking in surprise.

"Santa hats were apparently green at the very beginning, symbolizing the vitality of spring, and were later changed to red." Lin Li explained, "But doing this in the country, it should at least have a bit of dark humor, or be for the red-green colorblind."

"Is that so? Then it's my treat, Lin Li, I'll buy you one." Bai Bufan was uncharacteristically generous.

"I've known about you and Sister Yu for a long time, and I've already accepted it, so it doesn't count as 'greening' me." Lin Li waved his hand nonchalantly, looking calm.

"Your mom!" Bai Bufan smiled and gave him the middle finger.

With his eyebrows slightly raised, Bai Bufan glanced at the girls who were picking out and discussing products, leaned toward Lin Li, and lowered his voice:

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

"What?" Seeing Bai Bufan's posture, Lin Li leaned in, looking like he was all ears.

Bai Bufan cleared his throat and spoke with great emotion:

"A rich man was about to die. Before he died, he called his three sons into his room and said: 'I will give each of you one gold coin. Whoever can fill this room, I will leave my inheritance to.'"

"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 lower half of the room."

"The smartest youngest son brought a photo of Sister Yu—and so, the four of them filled the whole room."

"In the end, the youngest son got the big share of the inheritance, and the eldest son got the small share."

Lin Li: "o. o?"

This was indeed a story that couldn't be heard by girls or even humans; no wonder Bai Bufan had to be so sneaky.

But then, Lin Li was a bit confused: "Why did the eldest son also get a share of the inheritance?"

Bai Bufan: "Because the paper he bought played a big role in the inheritance battle. Even if there was no credit, there was hard work; the youngest son proposed it himself."

Lin Li: "(；o_o)?"

"Damn!"

Facing the winking Bai Bufan, Lin Li really couldn't hold it in anymore and gave him a punch with a laugh.

"I've heard this inheritance story too, but it's not quite the same as yours." After his laughter subsided a little, Lin Li returned the favor and said to Bai Bufan with a straight face.

"Oh? Then I'm all ears."

"The eldest son bought flour and scattered it in the room, filling the room with flour. The second son was smarter than the eldest; he bought a canister of gas. Once opened, the whole room was filled with gas. The smartest was the youngest son, who at this moment walked in lighting a candle.

In the end, the funeral home got the big share of the inheritance, and the property management got the small share."

Bai Bufan: ""

"Very good, but it feels a bit inferior to mine." Bai Bufan had his own pride.

"But it's closer to being human, and it can be said out loud. If the girls ask us, at least we can repeat it, right?" Lin Li was objective and fair, calling it as it was.

"That is true."

"What are you two whispering about again?"

The homemade Santa hats here really couldn't be called exquisite. After the girls tried them on briefly, they didn't even have the thought of taking pictures. Noticing the situation on the "one dog" side, they came over to ask and listen to the crosstalk.

Lin Li gave Bai Bufan a triumphant look—"See whose is more inferior now."

Bai Bufan bumped Lin Li with his elbow, everything understood without words, and then told the girls Lin Li's version.

The two's harvest was still three caring gazes looking at mentally disabled people.

No matter how big the church courtyard was, it couldn't be that big, and the stalls were just those few. After spending about half an hour, the five of them had visited all the stalls here.

"The best-selling items are actually still food and drink. As for ornaments and accessories, although many people watch, in reality, most are just joining in the fun or wanting to try, and very few buy."

Before walking into the church, Ding Sihan scanned the courtyard from the steps and summarized this conclusion.

"So our strategy for the garden party is absolutely flawless, combining people's natural preference for eating, drinking, and joining in the fun. It can be called perfect. The person who proposed this idea is simply handsome, dashing, and jade-tree-like..."

Lin Li didn't spare any praise.

"I think so too; it will definitely sell well when the time comes." Chen Yuying was too lazy to refute and nodded with a smile.

The plan for Class Four's New Year's garden party had basically taken shape this week.

Selling shaved ice and oden, one cold and one hot; those on their period or who don't want to eat ice can eat the hot oden.

Whatever isn't sold in the morning, everyone in the class can divide up at noon as lunch, which can easily be resolved without waste.

Not to mention that Class Four also had a trash can that looked like a human.

And the reason for choosing to sell these two types of food was mainly because the students in the class had the equipment and could provide it free of charge, which could greatly save costs.

In addition, for the sake of differentiation and attracting customers, Class Four didn't intend to just sell food, but to pair it with street games like ring toss.

After participating in the game, if one achieved excellent results, one could get shaved ice or oden for free; if the results were very poor, one only needed to buy a portion of food at the marked price.

This would definitely be much more attractive than just selling food.

As for whether they would lose money... honestly, since Xue Jian said so, not many people in the class cared about this; breaking even would be considered a huge profit.

The specific games and rules, as well as the types of food sold, could still be fine-tuned next week.

The five returned to the interior of the church from the back door. The sanctuary was still rehearsing singing; it was Chinese songs now, indeed Christmas hymns.

The number of believers was also greater than it had been a short while ago.

After stopping to listen for a while, the five walked toward the activity room.

"Auntie!" Approaching the activity room, Ding Sihan waved to a lady at the door from afar.

It should be her younger aunt, because she looked quite young, estimated to be at most thirty.

Some of her facial features were somewhat similar to Ding Sihan's; it seems Ding Sihan was indeed not "wild-born."

"Hanhan, you're finally here." Ding Yu, who was sitting at a table by the door talking to someone, turned her head at the sound and responded with a smile.

"Hello, Auntie." Lin Li and the others stepped forward.

"You must be Hanhan's classmates, hello, hello." Ding Yu greeted Lin Li and the others gently, and pointed to an older man next to her wearing a priest's robe to introduce:

"This is Father Qiu from our church."

Before Lin Li and Bai Bufan could make a move, Chen Yuying, Ding Sihan, and Qu Wanqiu, the three of them, actually stepped forward in unison with tacit understanding, vaguely blocking the space between the priest and the two boys, and began to politely exchange pleasantries with the priest.

Chen Yuying, who was standing in front of Lin Li, even quietly elbowed Lin Li from behind.

Lin Li, Bai Bufan: "..."

This, this is the taste of distrust.

The two looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders with some amusement.

The girls were actually overthinking it.

Just like "virtual dad, virtual mom, virtual ancestral grave not afraid of being dug," although the two often had "your mom" and "your dad" on their lips, when they actually met them, they were still respectfully saying "Hello, Uncle and Auntie." Playing memes was just playing memes.

The two had indeed messed with priests plenty, but in reality, when the two met a real priest, would they really go up and ask a question like "Mr. Priest, when you studied mathematics, did you like permutations and combinations the most, since they contain 'shotacon' distribution?"

Impossible.

That would be too impolite; it would count as an insult.

One should still be respectful; gossiping behind their backs is enough, unless it's determined that they are someone not worth respecting, then that's another matter.

After a brief exchange, not taking much time, Ding Yu let Ding Sihan take Lin Li and the others into the activity room for DIY.

The activity room was spacious and bright, and quite a few people were already busy, men and women, old and young.

The activity content was making wool felt with Christmas elements. Because wool felt requires the use of poking needles, which has a certain degree of danger, there would always be parents by the side of the children in the room to supervise. This point was considered quite comprehensively.

The five sat in a row, Lin Li still with one on his left and one on his right.

"How do you play with this thing?" Bai Bufan had never been exposed to this before, so after getting the wool ball and the poking needle, he looked blank.

"Have you ever played with plasticine?" Lin Li looked at Bai Bufan upon hearing this and gave a hint.