Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 19 [Offending Nanfeng and Trying to Escape]

"Where's my fish?" Meijia looked at the empty iron pot, feeling both puzzled and aggrieved.

Just then, Ziqiao swaggered out of the room, a fishbone dangling from his mouth.

Now it's crystal clear who the culprit is!

Meijia approached Ziqiao with an unfriendly expression: "Lu Ziqiao, where are the fish I put here?"

Ziqiao looked around and said, "Is that a fish? I thought it was a monster, it's so big."

What did you do to it?

"No...what's wrong?" Before Ziqiao could finish speaking, a burp betrayed him.

"Fine, give me back my fish. I was just feeding everyone to help them get their brains back." Meijia said, trying to put the fish into Ziqiao's mouth.

What's wrong with this lady today?

Ziqiao was genuinely startled by Meijia's behavior: "It's just a fish!"

Meijia sneered. If she didn't have some legal awareness, she would have gone to the kitchen to grab a knife: "Easy for you to say. If you're so capable, turn into a fish and I'll cook you right now!"

She was thinking that if Ziqiao were a little more sensible, she might take him out to have some fun if she won the lottery. But now it seems that this bastard Lu Ziqiao should just stay at home and rot!

Guan Gu and Curry Sauce exchanged a glance, sensing the awkward atmosphere, and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Don't argue, it's okay, we're not that particular."

When Ziqiao gets cheeky, he's about 70% as cheeky as Zeng Xiaoxian: "Look, Guan Gu already said it."

"No, Guan Gu is doing something truly great, so this isn't just about a fish; it's about Guan Gu's wisdom and my trip to Europe!"

"What...?"

Ziqiao, bewildered, turned to leave, but Meijia grabbed him back: "Give me back my fish!"

"Okay, okay, I'll just buy you another one at the market." Ziqiao finally begged for mercy, but unfortunately Meijia wasn't buying it.

"Can you buy this at the market? This was brought back for me by Xiao Hei from Dianshan Lake! It's wild! Can the ones you buy at the market compare? Why didn't you just say you'd catch one for me?!"

Curry Sauce's head was throbbing from watching them argue: "Forget it, Sister Meijia, Brother Ziqiao didn't do it on purpose, don't make things difficult for him."

Meijia said sarcastically, "It's really difficult for him. He's good at picking up girls. Fishing? He can't even hold a fishing rod!"

Meijia's words only fueled Lu Ziqiao's rebellious spirit.

In some ways, Ziqiao and Hu Yifei are the same type of people. They never accept doubts from others and are extremely competitive, let alone when the person who doubts them is Chen Meijia.

His pride wouldn't allow him to show weakness in front of Mika: "Hey, who said I can't? I do these kinds of recreational activities all the time."

"Is that so, Young Master Lu? If you're so capable, why don't you go and catch one for me?"

Ziqiao pointed at Meijia and boasted, "I catch this kind of fish all the time. It's just Dianshan Lake, what if I catch it?"

Meijia smiled dismissively: "I'll buy them all if I catch them, one hundred yuan a pound!"

How much of a fool like Lu Ziqiao really knows? Others may not know, but surely he knows himself.

Fishing? You might get caught in the lake if you're not careful.

"Don't go back on your word, keep your word." Ziqiao turned to leave, and bumped into Nanfeng outside the door again. Fortunately, both of them were moving slowly this time, so they just bumped into each other head-on.

"Lu Ziqiao, how come you always manage to bump into me?" Nanfeng habitually massaged his left hand. "I'm warning you now, if you bump into me again, I'm going to lie on the ground and pretend to be injured."

"I'm sorry, Nanfeng, you have no idea how outrageous they are..." Ziqiao was about to recount Meijia's atrocities when Nanfeng interrupted him.

"My hearing is very good. I could hear you arguing in the elevator. I was just a little slow to react and didn't move aside when I heard you rushing out."

Nanfeng said with a playful expression, "So you're going fishing at Dianshan Lake now?"

"Yeah, right." Ziqiao said indignantly, "Why do you think Chen Meijia looks down on me? I'm going to prove her wrong this time."

"Wait a moment..." Nanfeng took out his phone, opened the memo app, and clicked on "1001 things in life that you might not live to do if you don't do them now."

"Let me look... Fishing... Incomplete."

Nanfeng opened the memo again, titled "Offended Nanfeng and Still Wants to Run Away," and Lu Ziqiao's name was prominently listed, with the charge: messing around at the wedding.

Great, all the necessary elements are here.

"I'll go fishing with you. More people means more help." Nanfeng gave a rare, bright smile, so bright that his eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, making it impossible to see the emotions in them.

Even someone as seasoned and experienced as Zi Qiao was moved and gave Nan Feng a hug: "Good brother, you're loyal."

"Of course." Nanfeng patted Ziqiao on the shoulder. "Why don't you go back to your room and get your clothes ready? I'll go downstairs to Xiao Hei's place to borrow fishing gear."

"Okay!" Ziqiao returned to the bedroom excitedly.

Nanfeng then poked half his body in from outside the door with a mischievous grin and asked, "Let me double-check, you just said one hundred yuan per jin, right?"

……

Nanfeng and Ziqiao drove all the way to Dianshan Lake. Looking at the tall no-fishing zone sign in front of them, Ziqiao felt a little scared.

"Little Blackie is really bold, daring to fish in a no-fishing zone. Maybe we should just leave."

Nanfeng opened the trunk and explained while packing his gear, "It seems you've really never fished before. Fishing is prohibited in no-fishing zones even with a single rod and a single person."

Ziqiao quickly ran over to help: "Why is this happening?"

Nanfeng pointed to the two buckets of fish feed that the two had just carried down: "Do you think the fish we caught today by our own skill are as heavy as the fish feed we prepared?"

"You think we're here to fish, but in the fish's eyes, we might be here to give alms. If we catch three or five fish today, the bait we throw in will be enough for them to have a litter."

Looking at the fish feed that weighed at least several dozen kilograms in front of him, Ziqiao suddenly realized: "Now I understand why the ancients had to sacrifice young boys and girls when they prayed to the gods for blessings. The immortals were really willing to spend money."

"Alright, Immortal Ziqiao, stop lamenting." Nanfeng circled the fishing gear they had just unloaded from the car in front of him, then pointed to the lake in the distance.

"The car can only be parked here at most, so all these things are here: fishing rods, hooks, fish food, floats, landing nets, deck chairs, sun umbrellas, insulated boxes, absorbent towels, first aid kits, and this and that..."

"I'm leaving all of these to you by yourself, Ziqiao..." Nanfeng smiled brightly, her peach blossom eyes filled with guilt and apology.

Looking at the scattered belongings, Ziqiao, after confirming he hadn't misheard, let out a heart-wrenching cry: "I have to carry all of this over there by myself?"

"Hey bro, are you kidding me?"

Nanfeng pointed to his left hand: "My left hand is injured, so it's still usable for a short time, but I can't lift it for a long time."

"So how many of these things on the ground can you carry with both hands?" It turns out that as long as Zi Qiao isn't in front of Mei Jia, his brain is still quite sharp.

"You're fussing over asking me to move a little more?"

Ziqiao replied matter-of-factly, "Why shouldn't we care? Even brothers should keep clear accounts."

"What you said seems to make sense," Nanfeng nodded. "In that case... we'll split the fish feed between the two of us, plus the transportation and fuel costs..."

"I'll move it, I'll move it, okay?" Ziqiao was on the verge of tears.

"Even close brothers don't keep their accounts?"

"Aren't we even closer than blood brothers?"

"Good boy... Remember to move the deck chair and parasol first." Nanfeng patted Ziqiao's head. The feel was so-so, clearly not as smooth as Teacher Zeng's hair.

As expected, Teacher Zeng's head is the ultimate head-patting skill.

……

"Now I know why you made me move the deck chair and parasol first. You're not going to budge an inch! Aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"

Ziqiao was sitting on his small stool, panting heavily, while Nanfeng was comfortably lying on a recliner drinking a cold drink, with a small electric fan blowing on him.

What an awful life, you bastard!

"Don't worry, I have a regular schedule, a balanced diet, I don't smoke or drink alcohol, I get up early every day to exercise, I go to the gym twice a week, and there is no obesity gene in my family."

"If I hadn't been injured in a car accident a few years ago, I could have taken on six or seven men of your physique by myself."

"You're worried about me gaining weight, but I'm also worried about your kidneys being weak, Mr. Lü."

Ziqiao obviously wouldn't admit his shortcomings in this area: "Just kidding, my kidneys are practically indestructible, and I also take kidney tonic regularly, so I have a full erection every morning."

"Kidney Tonic? What's that?"

Ziqiao pulled a small bottle of medicine out of his suit: "If a man wants healthy kidneys, he should drink Shenbao. After drinking it, he'll be faster than Liu Xiang and taller than Yao Ming."

"One bottle refreshes the mind, two bottles keep you from getting tired, three bottles grant you longevity, oh yeah, Kidney Tonic, it tastes amazing."

Ziqiao tossed the small bottle in his hand lightly: "Don't say I didn't take care of you, brother. It's only 680 yuan a bottle, absolutely effective, guaranteed to make you pee three feet into the wind."

"Sorry, my kidneys are fine, I don't need it." Nanfeng didn't even glance at it before tossing the bottle back.

Ziqiao didn't care that he couldn't earn extra money. He just put the kidney tonic back in his pocket and sighed, "These young people nowadays don't know what's good for them."

"Indeed, the old priest knew his stuff. He ended up in the hospital because of one pill you gave him." Nanfeng leaned closer curiously. "By the way, did the priest cause you any trouble afterward?"

"Of course I looked for him, but it was all a misunderstanding. You've already given him the red envelope, so I'll just return the money he spent on the medicine to him and that's it."

Ziqiao wiggled his little stool, looking at Nanfeng's recliner with increasing displeasure: "Will this miserable life ever get better? Why is it that you're the recliner and I'm the little stool?"

"It's obvious that Xiao Hei is closer to me than to you. I'm the one who helps him contact clients for his patents, but you just treat him like Doraemon."

"You should be glad this parasol is big enough, otherwise you would have had to bring your own sun-protective clothing."

Ziqiao suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "You're not deliberately coming here to hoard the fishing gear and not do anything, just to make me suffer, are you?"

Nanfeng didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Do you think I'm such a boring person?"

"That's true..." Ziqiao's hard-won wariness vanished completely once again.

It can only be said that they spent too little time together, and Ziqiao hadn't had a chance to truly understand what kind of person Nanfeng was.

So why not let him experience it for himself?

Nanfeng took a bottle of drink out of the insulated box full of ice and tossed it to Ziqiao: "Alright, stop complaining. It's okay if I linger here a little longer. I'm just here to experience the fishing activity anyway."

"If you keep dawdling, you'll come back to the apartment empty-handed. See how Mika laughs at you then."

"That's right, let's get to work after we finish drinking." Lu Ziqiao opened the drink and took a big gulp, but then spat it all out.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! What are all these things?!"

"Lemonade with concentrated lemons, you know?" Nanfeng laughed heartily.

"Is yours the same?"

"It tastes even more sour to me than yours, want to try it?" Nanfeng handed over his bottle of lemonade.

Ziqiao quickly waved his hand in refusal: "Forget it, I don't want my teeth to ache from all the sourness."

So Nanfeng could only regretfully take back his bottle of ordinary lemonade.

He didn't want it himself, so he can't blame me.

(End of this chapter)