Sara approached with seductive, yet graceful steps. The best words to describe her were charming and sensuous. She possessed a motherly quality that was both naturally noble and imbued with the innocence of a young girl. Against the backdrop of her long, red dress, she seemed like a blooming wild rose—captivating and delicate.

The chubby man stared blankly, his mind in disarray. Could this beautiful and intimidating proprietress be coming for him? That didn't seem right.

Reality, however, afforded the chubby man no time to think. As she arrived beside him, Sara twisted her serpentine waist and sat down lightly beside him. She glanced at Mengdie standing behind, her deep gaze soon settling on the chubby man. "Mr. Explorer, would you mind an impromptu visit from a middle-aged woman?"

"Haha, that's my honor," the chubby man managed to constrain his inner surprise and responded in a nearly natural tone: "Madam Sara, how may I assist you?"

"You're too polite. I'm a worldly woman who has long grown weary of the foul stench of men, yet I've always longed for the thrilling life of eating under the open sky and sleeping outside. How could I ask for your assistance? But perhaps, you could tell me about your adventures?"

As Sara spoke, she slowly swirled the red wine in her glass, her motherly gaze filled with an invasive quality that seemed to pierce right through the heart. It firmly fixed on the chubby man's slightly pale face, unswayed by the aura of authority he emitted. What frightened him was the eerie feeling of being seen through.

The bar's patrons cast glances their way, some pretending not to stare. All of them had one thought in mind: although they were unsure of the explorer's credentials, he might be in for some bad luck—or perhaps, Sara simply found him amusing.

Surprised by her words, the chubby man outwardly remained calm and composed, even beatific. "Having such a beautiful lady listening by my side, I bet my live performance will outshine any regular day. But which aspect would you like to hear about?"

"Start with womanizing. I'm sure you've had relations with many women. If you can make me laugh..."

"Womanizing, heh, I don't think such a topic would interest you," the chubby man said, completely panicking inwardly. It was one thing to daydream, but who could maintain composure in this situation? Especially with Sara, a woman who seemed to see right through him. Yet, as an experienced explorer, he couldn't be deterred by such a minor scene. Almost forcibly, he turned his brain's CPU to come up with a silly idea, "Of course, if you'd like to hear, we might as well play a little game."

Sara, ever so graceful, lifted her chin to signal that the chubby man could start his performance at any time.

"The rules of the game are as follows...," the chubby man gestured for Sara to pick up her knife and fork, to stab a piece of roast meat and await his story. He also hinted that the story might be brief but the outcome would surely be unexpected.

So, with some confusion, Sara complied... indeed, she was curious about this so-called unexpected conclusion he mentioned.

"Once upon a time, there was a bar, with a beautiful owner named Sara. Sara had a fork with meat on it, I ate it, you envied it, and that's my joke," the chubby man mumbled as he chewed on the roast meat.

Mengdie, standing on the side, gradually widened her frosty gaze. Hearing this, her face turned pale...

Although it was an ancient joke from their universe, the chubby man thought it might just work in this space-time.

Sara's expression was one of astonishment. She thought it was the corniest joke of the year, but the result was indeed unexpected. The chubby man had actually eaten the roast meat on her fork...

Looking at Sara's surprised yet beautiful face, the chubby man thought he had succeeded, and with the smile of a gentleman full of mature charm, he stared at her, "Is it beyond your expectations?"

"A nice story, you really are a prank-loving gentleman," Sara leaned forward on the table elegantly, her tone a mix of teasing and inscrutability. "But do you really think a story so cheap would move me? This doesn't seem like a story fit for an explorer."

Sara's implication seemed to silently question the chubby man's identity without being explicit, hinting at something...

Could this be considered her 'check' in the game? Although he initially did not understand her intentions, after her remark, the chubby man realized that perhaps Sara was testing him in a seemingly peaceful manner.

Despite the turmoil inside him, the chubby man appeared even more composed than before, "You truly deserve to be our Miss Sara—Are you sure you want to hear a short and funny joke?"

"Of course."

Well then, let's tell the story. It's time to test real skills. If things go awry today, he'd have to face Kexiao, and that would be a major loss of face. If only he'd paid more attention in language classes and had more risqué jokes up his sleeve.

In the midst of battle, the chubby man was already mentally crafting several story beginnings... like, today was a fine day for wooing, on this sunny and breezy day...

No, that won't do. Think about those online routines he'd seen, but now that he's on the spot, he'd forgotten those. In truth, it wasn't like that at all. The chubby man knew well that amusing an inexperienced girl with a joke was easy, but the person before him was the extraordinary owner of Aier Bar, to whom the threshold of humor might be exceedingly low. With more life experiences, people often become desensitized and gradually lose interest in novelties.

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