Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 281 The Iron Rooster's Meat-Cutting Story

Guan Gu and Zhang Wei each carried two large boxes of fireworks and walked towards the old house.

"Guan Gu, if the fireworks we're holding right now suddenly go 'boom,' do you think we'll scream 'boom... ahhhhhh'?"

Zhang Wei, holding the fireworks, suddenly had a whimsical idea and said...

"I don't think the two of us combined could say 'ah' that many times, and..."

Guan Gu was speechless: "Although the Japanese don't celebrate the Lunar New Year, I know that cursing myself like this during the New Year is definitely a sign that I've lost my mind."

Zhang Wei chuckled and said, "I'm just kidding."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Guan Gu, with a blank expression, laughed out loud in perfect unison, though the laughter was genuinely a little creepy.

As the two walked and talked, three children, around eight or nine years old, started chasing each other and having a firecracker battle. They rushed up from behind Zhang Wei and Guan Gu like wild horses.

The three children almost bumped into Zhang Wei and Guan Gu.

"Be careful," Zhang Wei said quickly.

The chubby boy at the head chuckled a few times, then bowed to Zhang Wei and Guan Gu with his hands clasped in a fist salute.

"Hello, bespectacled brother, hello, dark-faced uncle."

Happy Lunar New Year's Eve! Wishing you prosperity and good fortune!

"Okay, okay... Happy New Year's Eve."

Upon hearing this, Guan Gu grinned and laughed, while Zhang Wei's face instantly turned as black as Bao Zheng's.

Why is Guan Gu the bespectacled older brother, while I'm the dark-faced uncle?

Does he look that old?

I'm clearly younger than Guan Gu!

Seeing that Guan Gu was just grinning foolishly and Zhang Wei was even more expressionless with a dark face, Little Fatty pouted and led his two underlings to continue running forward.

When Guan Gu saw the three children inexplicably finish their New Year's greetings and then run off without looking back, he asked them curiously.

"They just left like that?"

Zhang Wei thought for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Today is New Year's Eve, so you should at least give a red envelope as a token of your appreciation when people wish you a Happy New Year."

"You just stood there grinning like an idiot, and of course the kids ran away when they saw they weren't getting a red envelope."

"I see."

Guan Gu suddenly realized.

Actually, Japan also has the custom of giving red envelopes during the New Year, but they don't celebrate the Lunar New Year, so Guan Gu didn't realize it at first.

"Then why won't you give it to me...?"

Guan Gu stopped halfway through his sentence, feeling that he had asked the question unnecessarily.

Expecting Zhang Wei to give you a red envelope is ridiculous.

The two continued walking, but unexpectedly, the three children who had run halfway through suddenly turned back after whispering to each other.

The chubby boy opened his round little eyes and asked, "Brother Glasses, Uncle Dark-faced, are you guests at Old Master Chu's house?"

"yes."

Zhang Wei wasn't about to get really angry over the kid calling him a "black-faced uncle." He smiled gently and asked, "What's wrong, little one?"

"That's perfect."

Little Fatty clapped his hands and said, "I have a secret about you to tell you."

Zhang Wei and Guan Gu exchanged a glance, clearly unable to understand what secrets a child they had never met could possibly have about them.

Guan Gu asked directly, "Little friend, you don't even know our names, so how do you know our secret?"

Little Fatty chuckled, his eyes darting around with a shrewd glint in them: "That's part of the secret too."

Zhang Wei became suspicious: "You're not trying to fool us, are you?"

Before Little Fatty could speak, the boy with small eyes behind him spoke first.

"The children in our village don't lie. My mother said that if any of the children in the village lie, they will be caught by the deadly female devil and used as punching bags during summer and winter vacations."

"Deadly female demon..."

Guan Gu and Zhang Wei instinctively felt a chill when they heard this word.

Could this deadly female demon be surnamed Hu?

In that instant, Guan Gu and Zhang Wei's trust in the three children increased significantly.

Zhang Wei continued, "So what secrets do you know about us?"

"Well..."

Little Fatty raised his eyebrows and bowed to Zhang Wei and Guan Gu with his hands clasped, just like before.

"Hello, bespectacled brother, hello, dark-faced uncle."

Happy Lunar New Year's Eve! Wishing you prosperity and good fortune!

Guan Gu was still grinning, and Zhang Wei instantly understood.

Goodness, this chubby little guy won't speak until he sees a red envelope!

He wanted to leave, but he was also genuinely curious about what the "secret" the chubby boy was talking about was.

Moreover, judging from the three children's confident expressions, they didn't seem to be making things up for the sake of New Year's money.

After all, if they really wanted the red envelope, they wouldn't have run away so easily just now.

With this in mind, Zhang Wei made up his mind.

"Guan Gu, give me a red envelope!"

He turned to look at Guan Gu, who was still grinning foolishly.

"What?!"

Guan Gu's smile vanished abruptly: "Why me?"

Zhang Wei asked, "Aren't you curious about what this secret is?"

"I'm curious," Guan Gu nodded. "But why am I the one giving the red envelope?"

Zhang Wei succinctly asked, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would pay money out of curiosity?"

"Aren't you one?" Guan Gu's eyes widened.

"yes."

He replied matter-of-factly, "But isn't there someone here who's even more curious and more willing to spend money than I am?"

"Depend on!"

Guan Gu curled his lip: "Zhang Wei, you're such a tightwad!"

Zhang Wei just smiled smugly. So what if he's a miser? At least he doesn't have to suffer the pain of being plucked.

Guan Gu rolled his eyes at Zhang Wei, put down the two large boxes of fireworks in his hands, and began to search his entire body.

He quickly realized something and laughed gleefully.

"You didn't expect that, did you? I didn't have any cash on me!"

He looked down at the three bewildered little ones.

These days, seven or eight-year-old children probably aren't wealthy enough to have a smartphone every time, right?

"What?!" Zhang Wei exclaimed in shock.

"I don't have any cash with me, how am I supposed to give the kids New Year's money?"

Guan Gu adjusted his glasses and smiled somewhat sinisterly: "But I remember some people carry cash with them."

[In his inner world, Guan Gu, dressed in a chef's uniform, flashed a hearty smile.]

He then pulled out a small knife from behind his back, examined it carefully, shook his head, and casually tossed it away.

[Then, like Doraemon, Guan Gu kept pulling out fruit knives, kitchen knives, cleavers, and other knives from behind his back, but he wasn't satisfied with any of them.]

Finally, Guan Gu pulled out a legendary dragon-slaying sword from behind his back, a sword with a power level of "999" (meaning it can withstand nine strikes in one hit), and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He strode into the kitchen, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he faced the iron rooster laid out on the cutting board.

It's almost Chinese New Year; even the most stingy person should start to cut back on spending.

[Then Guan Gu wielded the Dragon-Slaying Saber and slashed down fiercely, and Zhang Wei's pig-like screams immediately echoed all around.]

The three children clearly understood Guan Gu's broken Mandarin, and their eyes immediately locked onto Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei's face darkened even more.

Despite his stinginess, Zhang Wei is very kind to children.

He put down the two large boxes of fireworks he was carrying and rummaged through his pockets for a while before pulling out twenty yuan as if by magic.

Here's another twenty yuan, consider it a New Year's gift. Happy Chinese New Year to you all!

Little Fatty took the money from Zhang Wei's hand with a surprised look: "Thank you, Uncle Blackface. Uncle Blackface, you're so stingy."

The child's overly direct words caused Zhang Wei's smile to freeze.

Are all kids these days so greedy?

That's a huge sum of twenty yuan!

When I was a child, I could have used that 20 yuan of New Year's money from the beginning of the year to the end!

"Yeah, Uncle Blackface, you're so stingy."

The boy with small eyes said, "Besides, it's not easy for the three of us to divide this twenty yuan."

"That's so simple."

Zhang Wei slapped his thigh and said, "Just give me two yuan back, that'll be fine."

Guan Gu: ...

Three children: ...

Little Fatty looked at Guan Gu and asked innocently, "Is this dark-faced uncle the Yan Jiansheng the teacher mentioned?"

Guan Gu nodded emphatically upon hearing this.

Although he didn't know who Yan Jiansheng was, he felt that the little boy was right just from the tone of his voice!

"Oh dear, Black Face [Brother] was just joking with you three."

Zhang Wei felt a little embarrassed, so he emphasized the word "brother" while solemnly taking out a hundred yuan.

Zhang Wei's face twitched as he said, "That should be enough to divide, right?"

My 120 yuan!

"Thank you, Uncle Blackface."

Little Fatty reached out and took the hundred-yuan note from Zhang Wei's hand. He looked at the hundred and twenty yuan in his hand and hesitated, "But it's Chinese New Year, isn't it a bit inappropriate for each of us to take a forty-yuan red envelope?"

Zhang Wei: ...

Good heavens, are all the tricks kids use to ask for red envelopes these days?

In the end, Zhang Wei took out another thirty yuan and made up fifty yuan for each of them.

"Thank you, Black-faced Brother."

The three little boys weren't greedy and didn't ask for more. They even started calling Zhang Wei "brother".

When Zhang Wei heard the three little brats finally start calling him "brother," his frustration lessened considerably.

As the eldest, Little Fatty stuffed the money into his small wallet first. After telling his friends that they would split it equally later, he turned to look at Zhang Wei and Guan Gu.

He waved for the two to bend down, then whispered something in their ears.

"The secret is..."

"Someone is following and monitoring you!"

"What?!"

Guan Gu and Zhang Wei screamed at the same time.

The two looked at each other, both feeling incredulous.

What's so special about those two grown men that they need to be followed and monitored?

Guan Gu frowned in thought, then muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"Could it be... that a bootlegger stole my artwork?"

Zhang Wei was stunned into silence.

Guan Gu's line of thinking is quite unique.

Zhang Wei looked at the chubby boy with suspicion: "Little kid, you're not lying to us, are you?"