Chapter 229: Chapter 191 Let’s Toast to Ourselves_2
Lin Li took a deep breath and quietly reached out with both hands.
Three, two, one, half a second, four-tenths...
After counting down three seconds in ten seconds, at the moment when Chen Yu Ying wasn’t eating and wasn’t holding any bowls or chopsticks, Lin Li pressed down hard with his left hand, grabbed the girl’s ankle, and his right hand formed into a claw, starting a frenzy of tickling.
"Ah—" The startled girl first screamed in surprise and then instinctively hugged her thigh, trying to pull back, but found herself caught, and then that ticklish sensation began to spread from the soles of her feet throughout her body.
She couldn’t help but start laughing uncontrollably.
"What’s going on?" Ding Sihan and Qu Wanqiu beside her were both startled.
"Lin Li haha, what are you doing haha—" After confirming that the mischievous hand came from Lin Li, the initial panic and fright disappeared. Chen Yu Ying leaned back and lay on the mat, struggling and helplessly said.
The progress bar moved; although it didn’t rise quickly, it did move. Seeing this, Lin Li didn’t know how to evaluate the system’s grooves.
——Grooves don’t count as evaluations; they’re fixed expressions.
"Class leader, these days those who are barefoot aren’t afraid of the shod, but are afraid of ones like Bai Bufan who have a mouth and ones like me who have hands." Lin Li continued with his right hand without stopping, explaining as he went.
"No way, what do you mean by ’ones like Bai Bufan who have a mouth’? You’re insulting me like this, you’d better wait for a lawyer’s warning!" Bai Bufan, who didn’t expect to be involved in this, retorted, eyes wide.
"You foot fetishists are really dishonest." Lin Li shook his head disdainfully.
"Don’t speak so loudly about preferences!
Also, I only like 2D feet. In reality, I only like those that Sister Yu has after finishing a day’s farm work, sitting on the kang and taking off the black sweaty socks, revealing size 45 stinky sweaty feet. You know, family, women, as they get older, have more charm, just like fine aged wine, that captivating fragrance." Bai Bufan whispered in Lin Li’s ear.
Lin Li: "..."
Damn you.
Even Bai Bufan knew these words were inappropriate for girls, so he only whispered to disgust himself.
"You’d be niche on a small website." Lin Li also commented back.
"Lin Li, stop tickling." Chen Yu Ying gasped, chiding.
Lin Li ceased his actions, letting go.
If tickled for too long, it becomes a punishment. The task is best completed with three people simultaneously, in small amounts, and multiple times.
Finally pulling back her leg, Chen Yu Ying took several deep breaths, sat up, rubbed the tears from laughing at the corner of her eyes, and then tilted her head, glaring straight and fiercely at Lin Li.
Not happy!
Lin Li and Bai Bufan knocked their heads three times in apology.
——Of course, this had nothing to do with Bai Bufan; he was purely forced by the hand at the back of his head to knock.
"Class leader, sorry, couldn’t help myself, animal instincts kicked in." Lin Li’s face was full of remorse and guilt, his voice even carried a sob.
"Bad pervert..." She muttered softly, seemingly aware that her glaring wasn’t really intimidating, Chen Yu Ying snorted and said, "Go wash your hands and eat properly."
Her legs resolutely crossed.
The scene seemed a bit silent.
"Do we really have to wash hands before eating?" Lin Li’s murmur suddenly seemed distinct.
The room burst into laughter, Ding Sihan and Qu Wanqiu started urging Lin Li to eat with his hands, while Chen Yu Ying, blushing, crumpled a milk tea straw wrapper and threw it at Lin Li.
After washing his hands and returning, the first thing Lin Li did was look under the table.
All crossed.
So Lin Li’s undisguised disappointment was discovered and mocked again.
"My feet aren’t ticklish, Lin Li, why don’t you try?" Only Bai Bufan wasn’t dismissive of Lin Li.
"I’m eating, don’t talk about disgusting topics." Lin Li looked disdainful.
"Can you be any more blatant in your favoritism?"
...
The food on the table was mostly finished — due to concerns about wasting if it tasted bad and having lots of snacks as backup, the portions were small, planned to barely fill everyone.
"Alright, the main course is over, now it’s the dessert everyone has been waiting for, right?" Lin Li stood up, full of anticipation.
Of course, he was the only one who looked forward to it.
Lin Li briefly left and then brought back a porcelain bowl filled with fruits coated in syrup.
Lin Li placed it on the table, everyone glanced at it, and the syrup had the dark brown hue beloved by Michelin three-star chefs.
Though not charcoal, it didn’t stop everyone from showing a cautious expression.
"It’s really edible, there’s no problem, Qu Wanqiu, at tonight’s dinner I ate the most, I returned kindness for yours — you at least have to show some face?" Lin Li attempted to prove himself, first looking at Qu Wanqiu.
"Lin Li, you eating my dinner is enough, and now you want my life? Do all good things go to you? No way!" Having learned her lesson from the charcoal, Qu Wanqiu firmly refused.
Charcoal can be played with, but not eaten.
Lin Li sighed, his right hand pressed on Bai Bufan, who was slowly trying to sneak out.
"Bufan."
Bai Bufan sighed, picked up a candied strawberry, bit off a piece with his molars, and began chewing.
Before swallowing, he convulsed and fell to the floor, extending a trembling finger at Lin Li: "Help... call... ambulance..."
Then his neck crooked, eyes rolled back, and he died.
"Ambulance! Ambulance! Ambulance!" Lin Li immediately shouted loudly.
Bai Bufan: "?"
Is that how you call it?
Revived by anger, Bai Bufan again raised a trembling hand at Lin Li, "Quick, call 120..."
"Got it! Right! Bufan! What’s the number for 120?" Lin Li pulled out his phone and asked.
The dead Bai Bufan gave the middle finger.
Finally, Ding Sihan showed kindness.
Truth be told, her tomato scrambled eggs were a bit too salty, and she admitted it herself.
But just now Lin Li managed to complain while eating all the tomato scrambled eggs.
The dish led by Chen Yu Ying was the same, except Lin Li complained two sentences less than hers.
Though after eating, the jerk pretended to gag and repeatedly expressed disdain, Ding Sihan was still quite moved.
So with a resolve to face certain death, Ding Sihan reached out and took one.
"It’s not really bad," under Lin Li’s expectant gaze, after taking a bite, chewing, swallowing, Ding Sihan shook her head and commented.
Lin Li was already satisfied, cheering as if he’d won the bid for the Olympics.
"Winwinwin!"
"But it’s not good either, probably somewhere between good and awful, it’s really hard to eat." Ding Sihan finished her sentence.
Unlike Lin Li and Bai Bufan, who when eating something bad immediately thought to share, Ding Sihan didn’t plan to lie.
The cheering abruptly stopped.
Lin Li: "..."
It turns out it’s really hard to eat?
Lin Li picked one up and put it in his mouth; the syrup indeed wasn’t cooked well.
Mmm.
Slightly bitter.
A whole lot of slightly.