Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 211 Nanfeng's Kitchen Helper Life

Not only did everyone else not understand, but even Zeng Xiaoxian himself didn't understand.

How did playing a game escalate to the point where I have to accompany Yifei to meet her parents?

Zeng Xiaoxian felt that his CPU was about to overheat again.

Yifei asked me to go home with her to meet her parents during the Chinese New Year. What does she mean by that?

Is she really trying to get me to go, or is this just a tactic she uses to win the game?

If she really wants me to go, should I go or not?

What kind of gift should I bring if I'm going?

[Moutai or Da Hong Pao?]

[Would it be more reliable to buy Moutai in Guizhou? But the weather there is probably colder than in Shanghai lately. Should I wear a thick down jacket?]

[By the way, it seems like I haven't bought a new down jacket in ages, but I'm definitely a bit strapped for cash lately.]

Are there any ways to earn extra money?

【…】

As Zeng Xiaoxian pondered, his thoughts began to drift inexplicably, like stepping on a banana peel.

In fact, Yifei was also quite helpless.

No matter how she explained, her mother, dear Ms. Yuan, just wouldn't believe that her relationship with Zeng Xiaoxian was just a game.

Not only that, Ms. Yuan also questioned herself: if it was just a game, why did she call her?

Yifei said she had dialed the wrong number, but she still didn't believe her.

She couldn't possibly tell her mother that she originally wanted to tell her that Zhanbo had gotten Meijia pregnant, could she?

If she really said that, her parents would probably abandon their travel plans and rush over immediately before she even had a chance to explain the game.

Yifei had to coax her mother to continue their time together as a couple, and promised that she would definitely bring her boyfriend, Zeng Xiaoxian, home for the New Year.

Just before she hung up the phone, she overheard her mother and father discussing how much red envelope to give when Zeng Xiaoxian came to visit for the Chinese New Year.

Good heavens, it's been so many years since Zhanbo and I received a red envelope.

That's why Yifei forced herself to give Zeng Xiaoxian a nice look.

After all, he had made a solemn promise to avoid making Ms. Yuan rush to see her future son-in-law.

If I don't bring my boyfriend home for Chinese New Year this year, I won't have to go home for Chinese New Year from now on.

As Yifei was thinking, seeing that Zeng Xiaoxian didn't respond to her for a long time, the corners of her upturned mouth slowly turned down.

"Honey, you don't seem particularly willing?"

"..." Zeng Xiaoxian was still frowning and thinking.

Yifei's eyes flashed with murderous intent as she softly called out, "Darling..."

Upon seeing this, the onlookers immediately took a few steps back, fearing that Yifei's anger might cause collateral damage.

"Zeng Xiaoxian!"

Zeng Xiaoxian was pondering how much red envelope to give to his cousin's son, Arthur, for Chinese New Year when he was startled by Yifei.

"Sorry, I was spacing out just now," Zeng Xiaoxian said, still shaken.

【What kind of time is this to be daydreaming?】

Yifei now desperately wants to crack open Zeng Xiaoxian's head to see what his brain circuits are like.

"fine."

Yifei forced a smile and asked, "So, have you made up your mind yet?"

"Have you decided what to give Arthur? How much New Year's money?"

Yifei finally couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed Zeng Xiaoxian's ear and yelled, "I'm asking you whether you're coming home with me to meet my parents for Chinese New Year this year!"

"See you, see you, see you!"

Zeng Xiaoxian covered his ears, which had almost been deafened by Yifei's voice. In fact, he still couldn't figure out whether Yifei really wanted him to go.

So he asked hesitantly, "Um, if... I mean, if."

"If we broke up before the new year... should I still go?"

What do you think?

Yifei stared intently at Zeng Xiaoxian: "I do want to break up with you, but my mom said that even if we were to break up, we should wait until after the New Year."

"Don't even mention breaking up, even if you die, you'll have to wait until after the New Year at my house to be buried."

"Did you understand?"

"I understand, I get it."

Zeng Xiaoxian assured his parents, "I will definitely try my best to make them happy."

"Is this almost there... um?"

Yifei was both annoyed and amused. "You're really good at taking advantage of people's kindness."

So soon they've started calling us Mom and Dad?

As Yifei and Xiaoxian appeared to be deeply in love, the tense atmosphere gradually eased.

It seemed that because the situation had been too intense, everyone needed a little time to calm down, so 3601 entered a rare truce.

Of course, acting must continue, after all, Love Apartment is never short of drama queens.

Yifei and Xiaoxian, and Zhanbo and Meijia, these two fake couples, sat on the sidelines putting on a show of acting, and at first glance, they really did look like a family of four.

Zhang Wei and Zi Qiao are playing the same game controller that Zeng Xiaoxian and Zhan Bo were playing, and they're having a great time.

Yu Mo and Nuolan, the two fake sisters, sat on either side of Wan Yu, and the three of them chatted about beauty and makeup.

For Yu Mo, although her luck was a little bad today, she moved from her home to Love Apartment precisely for this huge home-field advantage.

If you're unlucky today, you still have tomorrow.

If I'm unlucky tomorrow, I still have the day after tomorrow.

Day after day, month after month, year after year.

What's meant to be mine will definitely be mine.

Yu Mo is very confident about this.

Nanfeng, watching Guan Gu busy in the kitchen, suddenly had an idea and said, "Guan Gu, how about... I help you out?"

Guan Gu was so surprised that he almost dropped the kitchen knife in his hand. He put the knife down and looked at Nan Feng.

Guan Gu adjusted his glasses with his wrist and asked in shock, "You're going to help me?"

"Is that not allowed?"

"It's not a question of whether it's possible or not, it's just that Nanfeng, you never seem to like wasting time on food, so why did you decide to help me today?"

"It's not that I don't like wasting time on food, it's that I don't have time to waste on people and things I don't like."

Nanfeng paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "But I think I can waste a little time now."

"Oh well."

Guan Gu turned around, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Nanfeng, have you ever cooked?"

Nanfeng nodded: "I've made sandwiches before."

Guan Gu: ? ? ?

Seeing Guan Gu's confused expression, Nan Feng explained, "You know what a sandwich maker is, you know, that kind of..."

"I know."

Guan Gu interrupted Nan Feng's technology presentation abruptly: "Besides making sandwiches with machines, what else have you done?"

"Uh...does a fried egg count?"

Guan Gu nodded emphatically: "Fine!"

He sighed as he spoke, "I'm a pretty qualified newbie."

Nanfeng blinked: "Do you still need my help?"

"Come on, and I can teach you the true essence of cooking while I'm at it."

Guan Gu patted his chest and assured him, "Believe me, I'm the son of Japanese cuisine master Kenjiro Guan Gu. I'll definitely make you fall in love with cooking."

Nanfeng smiled sheepishly. He was actually just curious and wanted to experience what it was like to cook Japanese food up close.

Based on his understanding of himself, Nanfeng felt that it was unlikely he would fall in love with the kitchen.

However, he still thanked him, saying, "Then I'll leave it to you, Guan Gu-kun."

Just as Guan Gu was about to help Nan Feng wash her hands and put on her apron, Nan Feng suddenly snapped her fingers.

"Guan Gu, wait for me a moment, I'll go and get ready."

Watching Nanfeng run off into the distance, Guan Gu muttered to himself in confusion.

"He's just going into the kitchen to help out, what exactly does he need to prepare?"

Before long, Nanfeng walked in fully armed to everyone's astonishment.

"Guan Gu, I'm ready," Nan Feng said confidently.

Guan Gu Shenqi, who was busy in the kitchen, turned around and looked towards the door when he heard this, and then he stood there frozen in place.

「信じられない! (Unbelievable!)」

Guan Gu stared at Nan Feng, who was dressed in a white protective suit and wearing a gas mask, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets: "Are you sure you want to go into the kitchen... as an assistant in this?"

"I borrowed this from Xiao Hei, is there a problem?" Nanfeng looked down at her outfit: "It's absolutely clean and hygienic."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone present burst into laughter.

Ziqiao gave a thumbs up: "Nanfeng, are you sure you're dressed like that to work in the kitchen, and not to prepare to eliminate a biohazard?"

Yifei was bent over, slapping her thigh and laughing wildly: "We've finally found a more shrewd phrase than using a sledgehammer to crack a nut or using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito."

"That means wearing protective clothing and going into the kitchen... to help out!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zeng Xiaoxian winced in pain, silently moving a little further away from Yifei: "Hu Yifei, can't you slap your own thigh?"

Zhang Wei pondered for a moment and said, "I think Nanfeng's idea is very forward-thinking."

"If World War III breaks out one day and all the food in the sea is contaminated with nuclear radiation, his outfit will definitely allow him to last a year or two longer than others."

"In the next year or two, he might be able to leave behind the last spark of fire for humanity, and Adam and Eve will be born from the ravaged Garden of Eden..."

"Sorry, I really can't make this up anymore."

Zhang Wei laughed until tears almost streamed down his face: "Nanfeng, it's just asking you to go into the kitchen, you don't have to make such a big deal out of it, do you?"

Nanfeng arrogantly raised his head: "You don't understand. Japanese food ingredients have a lot of parasites, and they all like to crawl into people's heads. I call this taking preventative measures in advance."

Zhanbo thought for a moment and asked, "Is it possible that simply washing your hands frequently and keeping them clean and hygienic while cooking is the best preventative measure?"

"But I'm too lazy to wash my hands often."

Nanfeng said matter-of-factly, "Besides, washing your hands frequently can be very harmful to them."

"But you don't make a living with your hands anymore, so what's the point of protecting your hands... Ah!" Before Ziqiao could finish speaking, Meijia pinched his waist hard.

Meijia laughed at Nanfeng and said, "It's alright, Nanfeng, just pretend Ziqiao is talking nonsense."

"Nanfeng...husband, how about I help you?" Nuolan said, getting up.

"No need, I can handle this little thing."

Although they are a married couple in the game, Nuolan is still a guest, and Nanfeng would never let a guest help with chores.

"Nanfeng, isn't this just burying your head in the sand?"

Yu Mo laughed and said, "Even if you don't encounter parasites when you're helping out, what about when you're eating?"

Nanfeng, already prepared, replied, "I can eat cooked food."

Guan Gu sighed: "Nan Feng, do you think there's such a possibility?"

"The Japanese food we're making today is all cooked, so there aren't nearly as many parasites as you're thinking."

"what?"

I'm coming

(End of this chapter)