Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 212 Nanfeng and Guangu's Overly Strict Father

Nanfeng was genuinely unaware that Guan Gu was making all cooked Japanese food today. He asked疑惑地问道, "Then what's that tuna in the kitchen for?"

"That's what I was going to use to make tuna noodles."

"Oh……"

Nanfeng looked at his protective suit and said with a pained expression, "Should I go change back into this suit?"

"No."

Guan Gu quickly stopped Nan Feng: "By the time you switch back, we'll be almost ready to eat."

"All right."

Amidst the snickers of the crowd, Nanfeng walked nonchalantly into the kitchen: "Guan Gu, what should I do now?"

Guan Gu thought for a moment and pointed to the tuna that had been almost processed: "Why don't you help me chop the tuna into minced meat?"

Compared to the skillful knife work of slicing or dicing, chopping meat into mince is the least technically demanding job.

Moreover, even if Nanfeng, being a novice, chops the meat into a paste that is too coarse to be usable, Guangu can still salvage it by reprocessing the meat paste of varying sizes.

"Wait a minute."

Nanfeng was a little confused when she heard Guangu's instructions: "Why do you need to chop the tuna into minced meat for your tuna noodles?"

"I thought the clear soup noodles you had Yifei make last time were really interesting, and I'd like to try making them too."

"So you want to knead the dough with tuna and flour together?"

Nanfeng, who knew absolutely nothing about cooking, looked at Guangu and asked, "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm a professional," Guan Gu said.

"Okay, then I'll trust the professional's judgment."

Nanfeng confidently picked up the cleaver: "You want it chopped as finely as possible, right? Then just wait and see my unparalleled knife skills!"

"Wait a minute," Guan Gu finally confirmed, "Are you really sure you can use a knife?"

Nanfeng looked at Guangu with a strange expression: "Guangu, I may be a complete novice in the kitchen, but surely I can use a knife without knowing how?"

"Please." Guan Gu extended his hand.

He was still worried, so he decided to stand aside and observe for a while to see how well Nanfeng handled the knife.

"Nanfeng casually gripped the kitchen knife, and his slightly lazy gaze suddenly became sharp and determined. At that moment, the knife in his hand seemed to be connected with his own soul."

Before Guan Gu could react, Nan Feng's blade had already slashed down from above.

"The chopping board made a crisp 'tap tap tap' sound, and Nanfeng's knife skills were as gentle and light as spring rain, yet continuous and unbroken."

"Before his sword strikes subsided, the blades of ten thousand swords had already risen."

"Each continuous slash of the blade is like a curtain of rain falling from the sky, instantly washing the tuna chunks into tiny particles."

"As the last cut fell, the spring rain stopped, and all that remained on the cutting board was a tuna paste as delicate as spring mud."

"At this moment, only disbelief, as heavy as a dark cloud, remained on Guan Gu's face."

"Nani!"

"Guan Gu stared wide-eyed and muttered to himself."

"What?!" Guan Gu exclaimed, his eyes wide.

[In his inner world, Guan Gu solemnly explained with his hands crossed out.]

Did you find what just happened incredibly absurd?

Don't doubt your own judgment; I actually think it's incredibly absurd too.

"Incredible."

Guan Gu looked at Nan Feng beside him and shouted in a shrill voice.

"So you just randomly slashed around a few times, and somehow managed to come up with such an absurd line?!"

Is this how voice actors cook these days?

"What's the problem? Is recording not allowed in the kitchen, a restricted area?"

Nanfeng gripped the cleaver with one hand, haphazardly chopping the tuna chunks on the cutting board, while looking up and asking a question.

Guan Gu pointed to the tuna pieces that Nan Feng had chopped into pieces of varying sizes, and said with a helpless expression.

"But the content you said in the dubbing is too different from the actual effect, and even I, a Japanese person, can tell that you are talking nonsense from martial arts novels."

"There's nothing I can do. I've never written a cooking novel before, so I can only borrow from fantasy novels," Nanfeng explained nonchalantly.

Guan Gu subconsciously stepped forward and touched Nan Feng's forehead: "You don't have a fever either."

At this moment, the astonished crowd sitting on the sofa finally snapped out of Nanfeng's exaggerated voice acting.

Xiao Xian looked up at Nan Feng: "Why do you seem to have become especially happy and lively ever since you went out with Xiao Hei just now?"

"What exactly happened? Could it be... that Xiao Hei really invented a time machine?"

Nanfeng looked at Xiaoxian in surprise: "You've watched too much Doraemon, haven't you?"

Xiao Xian shrugged: "What's the difference between Xiao Hei and Doraemon? Don't we all call him the all-powerful Xiao Hei?"

"Then you should just ask him for the 'What If Phone Booth,' why would you need something as low-class as a time machine?"

Nanfeng, brandishing a kitchen knife, pointed it at the crowd: "And when have I ever been unhappy or inactive?"

"But it's a different kind of happiness and energy," Yu Mo said.

Everyone nodded in unison.

Nanfeng was happy and lively before, but he always had a hurried and decisive feeling about him.

It's as if he doesn't want to be active, but simply doesn't want to slow down or stop.

But now Nanfeng seems to have a rare sense of relaxation, and is more willing to show his childish side in front of everyone.

Ziqiao looked at Nanfeng thoughtfully.

He was telling Yifei and the others the night before last that he would wait patiently for the right time and place, but he never expected that the right time and place would come so quickly.

I, Lu Ziqiao, am indeed a man favored by heaven. Even someone as difficult as Nanfeng is given a breakthrough by heaven right away.

"Being happy is being happy, being active is being active, there's no difference."

Nanfeng smiled and turned back to chop the tuna chunks.

Guan Gu watched quietly for a while and confirmed that although Nan Feng's swordsmanship was terrible, his sense of safety and precautions was really strong.

Since Nanfeng couldn't hurt himself while wielding the knife, Guan Gu decided to let him do whatever he wanted with the tuna.

Anyway, they bought enough ingredients today, so one more tuna won't make a difference.

Moreover, Nanfeng was originally going to pay for this.

"Guan Gu, do you need my help too?" Yi Fei stood up and asked confidently.

It wasn't that she wanted to compete with Guan Gu for the head chef position; it was simply because she couldn't stand continuing to pretend to be Zeng Xiaoxian's girlfriend.

That bastard is the type who takes advantage of kindness. I was only a little nicer to him because he promised to go home with me to meet my parents during the New Year.

As a result, Zeng Xiaoxian took advantage of his kindness and actually started treating him like her boyfriend.

Those clumsy, cheesy pickup lines made Yifei want to vomit.

If Zeng Xiaoxian hadn't been somewhat sensible and hadn't laid a hand on her, Yifei would have torn up the truce and launched a new offensive against Zhanbo and Xiaoxian.

But after making a ruckus all afternoon, everyone was indeed hungry.

Let's wait until we've had a full meal before we talk about it.

Guan Gu thought back to Yi Fei's cooking skills and hesitated for a moment: "Why don't you come over and help Nan Feng mince the tuna into paste?"

Yifei scoffed at her words, "Guan Gu, what era are we living in? Why would you need a knife to chop tuna into minced meat?"

Guan Gu looked thoughtfully at the kitchen: "Are you talking about a meat grinder? But neither of our suites has one."

Nanfeng and Yumo also shook their heads, indicating that their suite, where they were both terrible cooks, was even less likely to have such kitchen utensils.

Yifei walked into the kitchen: "Don't we need to think so rigidly? Anyway, we're going to grind the fish pieces into minced meat."

"If we didn't have a meat grinder, what would that be like?"

Guan Gu and Nan Feng looked in the direction Yi Fei was pointing and saw a white juicer sitting quietly in the corner of the kitchen.

"You want to use a juicer to chop up tuna?!"

Guan Gu and Nan Feng looked at Yi Fei in disbelief.

"What's the problem?" Yifei looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

"Depend on!"

Guan Gu quickly pushed Yi Fei next to Xiao Xian: "Yi Fei, don't worry about the Japanese food. I think Nan Feng is much more reliable than you in the kitchen."

"What nonsense! What kind of talk is that!"

She tried to get up to protest, but Zeng Xiaoxian held her back tightly.

"Yifei, I also think it's best to let Nanfeng help in the kitchen."

"Your cooking skills are already superb; it's time to give Nanfeng a chance to learn some cooking techniques."

Zeng Xiaoxian kept reassuring Yifei, because he really didn't want to eat tuna noodles made with a juicer.

"All right."

……

As Guan Gu and Nan Feng busied themselves, an enticing aroma gradually wafted from the kitchen.

Although Nanfeng was a complete novice in the kitchen, he was intelligent and willing to listen to Guan Gu's instructions. Most importantly, unlike Yifei, he didn't have overly bold and innovative ideas about cooking. Throughout the process of assisting Guan Gu, he did indeed help Guan Gu a lot.

After nearly four years of gloom, he finally saw a glimmer of hope today, and he was indeed overly excited.

"High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods."

"After a busy day, Chef Guan Gu began making the Guan Gu family's secret Thousand Island dressing."

"One cup of Japanese vinegar, 6.5 tablespoons of mirin, 45 grams of sugar... Master Guan Gu, does a Thousand Island dressing really need such a detailed recipe?"

Guan Gu looked at Nan Feng, who hadn't stopped talking the whole time, and explained as if it were commonplace.

"This is our Guan Gu family's secret Thousand Island dressing. All the ingredients must be precise and meticulous in order to replicate the deliciousness of Guan Gu's cuisine."

"So you haven't thought about trying something new?" Nanfeng pointed to the tuna noodles. "I saw you were quite happy when you were innovating with this tuna noodle dish, but you seem too serious and earnest when you're making other dishes."

"That tuna noodles aren't on our family's menu, so of course you can improvise, but nothing else is allowed."

Guan Gu sighed, still full of resentment when he recalled it: "Once I put a little bit of sugar in the sauce for the silver cod, and he spanked me in front of everyone."

"It's normal for kids to get spanked, isn't it?"

Guan Gu looked indignant: "But I was already eighteen years and thirty-two months old at that time."

Nanfeng was a little surprised at first, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect your father to be such a strict person, just like my father."

Guan Gu's eyes lit up: "Nan Feng, did your dad spank you when you were 18 years and 32 months old?"

"No, not at all."

Guan Gu was initially a little disappointed, but soon he heard Nan Feng say something.

My father died when I was eight years old.

I'm coming

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