Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 279 New Year's Eve is Coming

"Hey, little South Wind, watch this heroine's deadly triple strike!"

As soon as Nanfeng stepped out of the room, Wanyu jumped out.

She imitated the movements of a master of hidden weapons in a TV series, throwing three small firecrackers at Nanfeng's feet in a very professional manner.

"what!"

With the crackling of firecrackers, Nanfeng exaggeratedly clutched his chest and shouted, "Wanyu, the heroine, truly lives up to her reputation! But I, Chu, will never accept your sneak attack!"

"Then let's try this move from this heroine: Buddha's Wrath over Tang..."

As Wanyu spoke, she was about to throw all the firecrackers in her hand onto the ground.

"No, no, no!"

Nanfeng quickly dissuaded him, saying, "Isn't it enough that I'm completely convinced now?"

This handful of firecrackers wasn't very lethal, but it was enough to tickle Nanfeng's ears.

"Hahaha……"

Wan Yu laughed heartily at Nan Feng: "Nan Feng, Happy New Year's Eve!"

Happy Lunar New Year's Eve, Wanyu.

Nanfeng asked with a smile, "Have you had fun here these past few days?"

"Of course I'm happy!"

Wan Yu is like a free and unrestrained cloud, and the bright and radiant smile on her face is like a ray of morning light piercing through the clouds.

These past few days, Nanfeng has been taking his group of people out for walks and playful activities. The three of them are like children on a spring outing with their parents, having a blast.

Wan Yu really felt like she was so happy she didn't want to leave.

"But if you ask me, I could be even happier."

Wan Yu blinked, then playfully reached out her hand and said, "Wishing you prosperity, give me a red envelope."

Nanfeng's eyes widened: "We're of the same generation, and you still want a red envelope from me?"

"This red envelope wasn't given to me by you, it was given to me by the old man."

Wan Yu chuckled and pulled out a red envelope: "I saw this red envelope with my name on it on it at my door early this morning. I was originally planning to return it to your elders."

"As it turned out, the red envelope was so light and thin, and it said 'To be opened by Wanyu' on it, so I couldn't resist opening it and taking a look."

Nanfeng took the red envelope, opened it, and found only a thin piece of red paper inside.

Happy Lunar New Year's Eve, little girl! Here's a red envelope for you to wish you a happy new year.

Although my money is controlled by Nanfeng's grandmother, as the saying goes: a grandfather's debts are paid by his grandson.

Just go directly to Nanfeng and ask for a red envelope. That bastard is loaded, don't be polite with him.

[P.S.: If possible, remember to subtly remind him that his poor grandfather doesn't even have money to buy cigarettes or alcohol anymore.]

[P.S.: Also, please, please don't tell Nanfeng's grandma or my dad about this. Please, please.]

The old man even drew a picture of his hands clasped together on the paper.

"That old Deng."

Nanfeng grumbled, "He had heart bypass surgery two years ago, and now he wants to smoke and drink?"

"Why doesn't he get his hair permed?"

If it weren't for the fact that the old man's self-control had deteriorated with age, and that he hadn't neglected smoking and drinking, he wouldn't be in this situation where his father and wife are controlling him so much that he doesn't have a single penny left.

"You know what, with the old man's good looks and a perm, people would believe he's only forty years old."

Wanyu gave a thumbs-up in praise, then curiously pointed to the signature on the red paper.

"But why did your grandfather leave behind the name 'Lin Danda' (林蛋大), and why is the character 'Dan' (蛋) missing a dot?"

Nanfeng looked at the scrawled, dog-like characters on the red paper and pouted, "My grandfather's name is Chu Zhongtian."

Wanyu smiled awkwardly.

It's not her fault; it's just that Grandpa Nanfeng's handwriting isn't very good.

"Wanyu, wait here, I'll go get you the red envelope."

Nanfeng sighed. Although the old man was a bit of a liar.

But the debts of the grandfather must be repaid by the grandson.

Fortunately, although he forgot to bring his luggage, he didn't forget to bring back the red envelopes.

"No, I was just kidding."

Wan Yu quickly pulled Nan Feng back: "Whether it's your grandfather or you, how could I possibly accept red envelopes from either of you?"

I have no relation to Nanfeng's family, and I'm already doing quite well here, eating, drinking, playing, and having fun. Why would I accept any more New Year's money?

"Oh right, these are the red envelopes from Zhang Wei and Guan Gu in front of the door."

Wanyu then took out two more red envelopes and handed them to Nanfeng: "The three of us are of the same mind. We appreciate the old man's kindness, but let's forget about the New Year's money."

"All right."

Nanfeng also knew that Wanyu and the others would not accept their family's New Year's money, given their personalities.

Unless the old man desperately tries to force-feed them tonight.

He put away the three red envelopes and said with a sly smile, "Now if the old man argues with me again this year, I'll have bullets to retaliate."

Nanfeng despises those who complain behind people's backs, so he will definitely complain to the old man in front of him.

Wan Yu covered her mouth and chuckled, "You two really know how to argue. I've seen you argue several times in just the last few days."

"What a misfortune for our family."

The south wind gazes at the sky and sighs deeply.

When I was little, I was free-spirited and only wanted to play, while my grandfather was old-fashioned, serious, and had many rules.

Now he's getting older and older, but he's becoming more and more like a child.

Wanyu craned her neck to look around and asked, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen anyone in the house since early this morning. Where did they all go?"

"The old man should have gone to the ancestral hall to be a mascot, and my grandparents must have been taken away by their disciples and grand-disciples for lunch."

"It looks like the four of us will have to figure out our own lunch today."

Nanfeng said with a smile, "But they'll be back this afternoon, so they won't leave the four of us to have New Year's Eve dinner at home."

He looked up at the overly quiet house: "So what are Zhang Wei and Guan Gu doing again? How come I haven't heard them make a sound?"

Wanyu lowered her head and smiled shyly, "They went to buy fireworks."

Upon hearing this, Nanfeng's eyes widened once again. He stammered, asking incredulously, "You three...you used up all these fireworks?"

Wanyu stuck out her tongue: "Apart from the fireworks that are set off in the sky during the New Year, there are no more of the kinds of fireworks that children play with."

"You guys are really amazing," Nanfeng exclaimed sincerely.

You should know that he bought several whole boxes of fireworks and firecrackers, and they were all played with by these three "kids" who were over seventy years old in total.

Most importantly, you're finished...

What should I play?

"Don't worry, Guan Gu and Zhang Wei have already gone out to buy some things. We'll still have fun tonight."

Wanyu said shyly.

Compared to big cities like Shanghai, the regulations governing fireworks and firecrackers in rural areas are obviously not as strict. Fireworks and firecrackers in villages are not only cheap, but also produced in large quantities.

So the three of them, still young at heart, got a little addicted to it.

Especially Zhang Wei, a stingy person like him, only got to play with one or two fireworks when he was a child in the orphanage during the Chinese New Year. If you asked him to spend money to buy something that burns out quickly, Zhang Wei definitely wouldn't be able to afford it.

Zhang Wei, who hadn't played with fireworks much as a child, really enjoyed it this time. He even suggested to Wan Yu and Guangu that they contribute money and effort to buy fireworks.

In reality, Wan Yu and Guangu provided the money, while Zhang Wei contributed his labor by moving the fireworks and cleaning up.

"All right."

Nanfeng thought for a moment and said, "So what are we planning to do during the day?"

Wanyu bit her finger and pondered deeply.

Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, so it's definitely not convenient for them to go out and play like before. But what can they do at home?

"Got it."

A thought suddenly struck her, and she snapped her fingers, saying, "Let's prepare the New Year's Eve dinner together."

"We're preparing for New Year's Eve dinner?"

Nanfeng pointed to herself and Wanyu: "When you say 'we,' do you mean me or you?"

He didn't have much hope for Wanyu's suggestion.

Let me put it this way: even though everyone in the apartment laughs at Hu Yifei's cooking skills every day, the combined cooking skills of Nanfeng and Wanyu can't compare to the skill of one of her hands.

At least the fried rice that other people make is edible. The only cooking experience the two of them have together is that Nanfeng helped Guangu with cooking.

Even if we don't just talk about those two, as far as Nanfeng knows, Zhang Wei's cooking skills aren't that great either.

Not all orphans are naturally gifted cooks; such people are usually protagonists in wish-fulfillment novels.

In fact, the cost of cooking is the highest for a person living alone.

Especially considering Zhang Wei's poor and stingy personality, for so many years he has either eaten in the cafeteria or had milk and bread in his left hand and instant noodles in his right.

He was so worried that his diet wasn't getting enough nutrition that he would buy a bag of 21-in-1 multivitamins to supplement his body's trace elements.

This is much cheaper than cooking at home.

Guan Gu's cooking skills are the best in the apartment, but he has never cooked anything other than Japanese food since he was a child.

It's one thing if it's not a big deal, but they can't possibly eat Japanese food on New Year's Eve, can they?

Nanfeng felt that such a reckless act was unnecessary to attempt.

Wan Yu was clearly unaware that Nan Feng had considered so much in such a short time; she was simply eager to try.

"Oh, let's give it a try. It would be too much of a shame to make Grandpa and Grandma come back and have to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner again."

"Besides, I didn't plan to take care of the entire New Year's Eve dinner; I was just trying to help out."

Wanyu knew that with their combined abilities, they couldn't manage a whole New Year's Eve dinner, but they should be able to prepare one or two dishes.

"Okay... So what are you planning to do?"

"How about we make dumplings?" Wanyu suggested.

"Shall we make dumplings?"

Wanyu corrected, "It's making dumplings."

"I know, but saying it this way makes it sound more festive."

Nanfeng shrugged: "Don't you think this feels like watching the Spring Festival Gala?"

Wan Yu thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "That's true."

"But Wanyu, making dumplings for the New Year is a northern tradition; we don't have that custom around here," Nanfeng reminded her.

"I know, I also studied in Shanghai when I was in elementary and junior high school."

Wanyu said excitedly, "It's precisely because this custom doesn't exist that we should give it a try."

"I especially enjoyed that lottery game where you put coins inside dumplings."

She patted her chest and assured them, "Besides, I just learned how to make dumplings from a TV series, so it'll definitely be fine."

"All right."

Nanfeng thought about it and figured that there were only so many ingredients needed to make dumplings, and they could easily gather them all together during the Chinese New Year.

Most importantly, making dumplings doesn't require frying or stir-frying, which is a very reliable option for these few culinary novices.

After all, no matter how ugly the dumplings are made, it doesn't affect the taste. If all else fails, there's always Guan Gu to save the day.

"Then let's quickly prepare the ingredients for making dumplings, and then wait for Guan Gu and Zhang Wei to come back."

"good!"

Wan Yu waved her fist, her face full of anticipation.

The two of them first ran to the kitchen and searched around for a while, and soon they had gathered all the ingredients needed to make dumplings.

However, they waited for quite a while but Guan Gu and Zhang Wei did not return. Even when Nan Feng called, no one answered. They had no idea what the two of them were doing.

Nanfeng was initially a little worried, but after thinking about it carefully, she figured that these two tall men wouldn't suffer any major losses no matter what.

Not to mention, Zhang Wei also carried a hairdryer and a huge bunch of keys with him.

If you use a hair dryer as a meteor hammer, it can be quite powerful when hitting someone. And that bunch of keys could smash someone's skull open!

Besides, I've been taking them around these past few days, and everyone in the village knows they're my friends. Guan Gu and Zhang Wei won't be bullied just because they're unfamiliar with the area.

Nanfeng felt a little relieved.

"Why haven't Guan Gu and Zhang Wei returned yet?"

Wanyu, who was in a hurry to make dumplings, slammed the paste and cotton thread on the table: "Forget it, let's make them while we wait."

Nanfeng looked at Wanyu with a puzzled expression.

"I'm fine with waiting for orders to be processed first, but what are the glue and cotton thread you brought for?"

"This is for when we finish kneading the dough and make dumplings."

Wan Yu blinked and recited like a rhyme: "First glue it with paste, then thread it with cotton thread, and everyone who eats it will be in tears."

Nanfeng was stunned into silence.

"First glue them together, then thread them with cotton thread..."

"What a bizarre way to make dumplings!"

Nanfeng felt that this method was not only outrageous, but also vaguely familiar.

"Wait a minute, which TV series did you learn to make dumplings from?"