Chapter 1240 - 547: When People Do Bad Things, They Aren’t Afraid of Hardship or Exhaustion (3)

Chapter 1240: Chapter 547: When People Do Bad Things, They Aren’t Afraid of Hardship or Exhaustion (3)

Lin Li accepted this goodwill with a smile, accepted this care with a smile, and Lin Li accepted Ying Bao herself with a smile too.

But there was no need for her to actually come over; Ying Bao wasn’t Bai Bufan who could be played with like a toy.

"Are heterochromatic eyes really cool? I have them too, so why doesn’t anyone say I’m cool?" Bai Bufan questioned from outside.

"Oh, really? Well then, someone might ask," Lin Li laughed, "Bufan, Bufan, what kind of heterochromia do you have?"

Bai Bufan stuck his head through the doorway and grimaced, "My left eye is opportunistic, my right eye is shrewd; isn’t that heterochromia?"

"What a pity, brother, I thought one was glaucoma and the other was cataracts; oh well." Lin Li sighed with regret.

Speaking of this, are two black eyes used to describe heterochromia?

After all, it was said there’s only one that’s black.

You can’t be like Lu Xun, where there are two eyes in front of my house, one is black and the other is also black.

"Lin Li, paste the New Year’s couplets." Wu Min emerged from the storage room, throwing a pack of Spring couplets to Lin Li and gestured.

"Alright."

"I’ll find glue for you, or you can use rice."

"No need, I have a classmate whose skull has no brains but is all mush, that classmate just happens to be here today, I’ll just borrow from him."

Lin Li lazily said as he walked outside.

This level of attack towards Bai Bufan was no different than Lin Li being coquettish, so Bai Bufan was unfazed and even proactively took the couplets.

As for how to paste the Spring couplets, Bai Bufan was not worried at all.

After all, he and Lin Li were like newlyweds, sticking together closely.

This truly reflects the saying "everyone is born with a purpose," everyone.

Expectantly, Bai Bufan tore open the plastic bag and checked the characters on the couplets—

Spring arrives on earth with blooming flowers.

The festival brings new things to the world.

Slightly disappointed, because these turned out to be normal human Spring couplets.

But on second thought, it was handed to Lin Li by the aunt, not picked out by him, so it’s acceptable for humans.

"Lin Li, here’s a couplet to test you."

"Go ahead."

"Xiaoding is hammering nails on Xiaodingding, ding ding sounds."

"Xiaoshi is eating dung by the large stone lion, dung smells delightful." Lin Li slurped and showed a scrumptious expression seen in forums, responding immediately.

Bai Bufan was satisfied.

Everyone, this is the couplet Lin Li should have brought out, although it doesn’t quite match in tone, the essence must be stone!

After the couplets were pasted, the cleaned door shone with a water-like gleam, reflecting human silhouettes, and the two returned inside.

"Sister Min, the door is cleaned, is there anywhere else at home that needs work?"

"No need, no need, things are pretty much done, this is enough, you two take a break and wait for dinner." Wu Min, busy in the kitchen, turned and said.

Although mainly takeout, she would do some processing.

"Okay."

Lin Li replied, then took off the sleeve gloves, taking Bai Bufan to the bathroom to wash hands.

Ugh, the water is cold, let Bai Bufan wash first.

While they were washing their hands, Wu Min came in with an apron, handed a red envelope to Bai Bufan, and smiled gently:

"Bufan, thank you for your hard work, this is your lucky money from Auntie, wishing you a happy new year in advance."

"Thank you, Auntie, thank you."

"But Auntie, this red envelope feels light, how much did you give?"

"Isn’t it just a few hundred or thousand, not even ten thousand, treating us like beggars here?"

"Auntie? Why aren’t you saying anything, what’s this? Are you dissatisfied?"

"..."

Wu Min and Bai Bufan fell silent, looking at the creature holding the red envelope and murmuring between them.

They exchanged glances.

Wu Min: Your classmate.

Bai Bufan: Your son.

Your classmate.

Your son.

Your classmate.

Your son.