Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 289 Happy Chinese New Year (Two Chapters Combined)

As evening approached, the elders of the Chu family finally returned.

Nanfeng's grandmother said with a kind face, "Children, you must be hungry. Grandma will go and make you New Year's Eve dinner right away."

"No need, Grandma, the three of us have already prepared the New Year's Eve dinner."

Wan Yu smiled and said in a very impressive manner.

They had already discussed it beforehand and there was no need to mention Wan Yu's bodyguard to the three elders, so the three of them simply took credit for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Anyway, the three elderly people didn't know whether the three of them could cook or not.

"My goodness, you guys are all so capable!"

Nanfeng's grandmother held Wanyu's hand, and couldn't stop praising her.

Compared to Old Master Chu, she was far more eloquent and persuasive.

Nanfeng's grandmother hadn't even seen Wanyu and the others' work yet, but she was already praising Wanyu and the others so much that they were almost embarrassed.

The old man looked pleased: "This is much better than my eldest grandson."

"If it were him, he wouldn't have cooked for us, I haven't even tasted a fart!"

"Grandpa, your tastes are quite unique now."

Before Nanfeng arrived, his voice preceded him. He crossed his arms and teased with a smile, "It's not that your grandson is unfilial, it's just that I didn't know you had this quirk."

"You son of a bitch!"

The old man cursed aloud, but then realized his words were inappropriate.

He glared at Nanfeng fiercely: "Don't force me to argue with you on New Year's Eve."

Nanfeng gave an OK sign; he had no interest in arguing with the old man on such a good day.

"Nanfeng, you're back."

Wan Yu and the others went to greet him excitedly, but when they saw that he was empty-handed, the three of them began to wonder again.

Zhang Wei asked bluntly, "Nanfeng, where's your luggage?"

"Luggage? What luggage?"

Nanfeng paused for a moment, then clapped his hands in frustration and said, "Damn it, I forgot my luggage again!"

Upon hearing this, Guan Gu adjusted his glasses, looking utterly astonished: "You spent most of the day going to Shanghai and back just to pick up your luggage, and you didn't even get it back?"

"So what did you do up there?"

"Forehead……"

He stroked his chin: "Yeah, so what did I do up there?"

Amidst the astonished looks of the three, he chose to skip the topic altogether: "Never mind, that's not important. Let me see how the New Year's Eve dinner is going."

Wan Yu smiled mischievously: "I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

She excitedly led Nanfeng and the others to the kitchen and showed them the fruits of their labor.

"Great, great, the children's cooking is excellent; it looks, smells, and tastes delicious!"

Grandma Nanfeng beamed with joy at the sight of the sumptuous meal before her. She wasn't happy because the food was so delicious, but because she was touched by the children's thoughtfulness.

"The children have worked hard, they should go and get some rest."

"Once Grandpa comes back, we can heat up the food and have New Year's Eve dinner together."

The four of them, including Nanfeng, said in unison, "We'll help too."

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Nanfeng's grandmother affectionately stroked the heads of Nanfeng and the other three, her eyes filled with love that was almost tangible.

The old man stood to the side and muttered, "You've said 'good, good, good' countless times all day long."

"What do you know, you old geezer?"

Nanfeng's grandmother laughed and scolded, "It's the New Year, as long as the family is together, anything is good."

"Yes, whatever you say is right."

The old man chuckled and shook his head, then suddenly leaned over and gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek.

"What an old lewd man, with so many children around."

Nanfeng's grandmother was both embarrassed and annoyed: "At your age, you're still so indecent!"

The old man held the hand of his wife, who had been through thick and thin with him for decades, tightly: "It's the New Year, as long as the family is together, anything is good."

He slightly raised his eyes and asked the four younger people in front of him, whose faces clearly showed they were "smitten," "Aren't you all right?"

"right!"

The four responded in unison, and then they burst into laughter.

"Since I'm right, why don't you hurry up and find someone and start a family?"

The old man gave his wife another kiss on the cheek, then looked down at the four of them with a disdainful chuckle.

"Four single dogs."

The laughter in the kitchen abruptly stopped.

……

When the old man returned, the group helped reheat the food, and that marked the start of today's New Year's Eve dinner.

Happy Lunar New Year's Eve, kids!

Before the New Year's Eve dinner began, the old man and Nanfeng's grandmother exchanged a glance and each took out a red envelope from their pockets.

The red envelope in Grandma Nanfeng's hand was noticeably thicker than the one in Grandpa's hand, clearly indicating that it was a joint gift from both of them.

The old man chuckled and said, "This is your New Year's money. I wish you all a prosperous and successful year ahead."

Faced with the kindness of the three elderly people, Wanyu and her two companions initially refused very firmly, but the elderly people's attitude became even more resolute.

After several shoving and pushing, the three of them had no choice but to accept the money for the time being, and leave it at the old house when they returned home.

As for Nanfeng, he happily accepted the red envelope and clearly had no intention of returning it.

After all the younger generation present had accepted their red envelopes, the old man rubbed his hands together and reached out to the old man.

"Dad, where's my New Year's money?"

"You're getting more and more shameless."

The old man spat, "Here, only unmarried people can receive New Year's money. You're a grandfather, how dare you ask me for money?"

"Look how stingy you are."

The old man grunted a few times, then revealed his true intentions: "If you won't give me New Year's money, at least let me have a few sips of wine, right?"

Nanfeng's grandmother immediately retorted with displeasure, "Don't you know your own physical condition? How can you still want to drink alcohol!"

The old man said in a muffled voice, "The doctor said it's okay to drink a little alcohol, how can you not let me drink a single drop like this?"

The old man rolled his eyes at his son: "We told you not to drink, but you still went to Xiaoyuan's place to mooch drinks. You've almost finished off all of Xiaoyuan's stock."

"Depend on!"

The old man muttered and cursed, "I knew this grandson was up to no good behind my back. I never expected him to secretly tell on me. All I did was drink some of his treasured wine."

"Just wait and see how I deal with him in a few days!"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man swung his cane: "They're not letting you drink too much for your own good, you brat, you don't know what's good for you!"

The old man looked resentful, but dared not say anything more.

It's New Year's Eve, after all. If I start arguing with my husband again, and the two of us end up chasing and fighting, it's really not going to be right.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Nanfeng's grandmother softened a bit: "Dad, look, it's the New Year, how about... we let him have a drink?"

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly nodded to the old man.

The old man looked at his hopeful son with drooping eyes and snorted, "Fine, fine, let him have a little."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The old man laughed heartily with satisfaction, then looked at Zhang Wei and the other two and asked, "Can any of you three drink?"

"Yes." The three nodded in unison.

"That's great."

The old man became even happier upon hearing this: "Drinking alone is too boring; it's only fun when you have someone to drink with."

"How about it, the three of you have a drink with me?"

Faced with the old man's enthusiastic invitation, the three of them had no reason to refuse.

They exchanged a glance and readily agreed, "No problem."

So the old man hurriedly urged his wife to get the wine that she had locked away.

Meanwhile, the dumplings that Wanyu and Zhang Wei had painstakingly made were finally placed on the table by Nanfeng.

Looking at this plate of oddly shaped, disastrous dumplings, everyone fell silent instantly.

Wan Yu and Zhang Wei lowered their heads guiltily, not daring to look the others in the eye.

While making dumplings, they unexpectedly experienced the joy of sculpting clay figures as children.

So, throughout the dumpling-making competition, their creativity and imagination were unleashed to a great extent.

However, happy times are ultimately limited.

The two, waking from their reverie, saw their table full of "masterpieces," and their silence was just like Xu Zhimo's Cambridge that night.

When this "masterpiece" was brazenly placed on the dinner table, Wan Yu and Zhang Wei's silence turned into an incredibly awkward silence.

Guan Gu, who had prepared himself mentally long ago, now realized that he was still not fully prepared.

Looking at the plate full of dumplings that could hardly be called dumplings, he silently took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

The silence of the old man and the old man seemed to resonate deeply.

The old man's kind smile still lingered on his face, but it had become incredibly stiff.

"These dumplings..."

He hesitated, then helplessly pressed his temples.

The old man is getting on in years and can't stand dirty things.

The old man was dumbfounded. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the plate of dumplings on the table in disbelief.

He pointed to the dumplings, then to Nanfeng, who looked completely innocent.

Finally, the old man couldn't help but look up at the sky and sigh, "What a misfortune for our family."

Upon hearing this, Wan Yu and Zhang Wei both looked up, exchanged a glance, and looked completely bewildered.

The old man looked at Nanfeng and said sarcastically, "You're both young people in your twenties, but look at Wanyu and the others' cooking skills, and then look at yourself."

"It's true that comparison reveals the gap, and it's a huge gap at that!"

Nanfeng was immediately taken aback.

The old man sighed and said, "Nanfeng, if we really can't cook, let's not force ourselves, okay?"

"Wait a minute!"

Nanfeng then realized what they meant, and he pointed at himself with an equally incredulous expression: "You don't think I made these dumplings, do you?"

"If you didn't make these, who else could have?"

The old man puffed out his beard and glared, saying, "Wanyu and the other two managed to prepare such a large and delicious New Year's Eve dinner, how could they not even manage a plate of dumplings?"

The old man shook his head and said, "With your dumpling-making skills, you shouldn't keep mocking Yifei's cooking. You're not much better than her yourself."

"I……"

The south wind wanted to cry but had no tears.

I can't cook, but surely I wouldn't make dumplings like this?

Nanfeng, who had been unjustly blamed, could only glance at Wanyu and Zhang Wei.

"Wanyu, Zhang Wei, don't you two want to say anything?"

Just from the subtle actions of these three people, he knew who the real culprit was behind this plate of dumplings.

You not only made me take the blame, but you also tarnished the peace we made before!

Upon hearing this, the old man looked at Wanyu, Zhang Wei, and Guangu, and said gratefully, "Children, with Nanfeng and Yifei's cooking skills, they must have received a lot of care from you in Shanghai. I want to thank you here."

Wan Yu and Zhang Wei became even more embarrassed.

Speaking of taking care of them, Nanfeng took care of them much more.

"Grandpa, actually..."

Wan Yu paused for a moment, then squinted her eyes and smiled ingratiatingly, "Actually, it's already quite an achievement that Nanfeng could make dumplings like this on his first try. Everyone should be more forgiving of him."

Seeing that Wanyu had said so, Zhang Wei nodded emphatically and said, "After all, this is Nanfeng's first time cooking dumplings, so it's understandable that she has some innovations and her own ideas."

In her inner world, Wanyu and Zhang Wei stood together, looking apologetically at Nanfeng, who was bound tightly across from them.

Wan Yu smiled awkwardly at Nan Feng, clasped her hands in a fist and bowed, and said...

[Nanfeng, we didn't intentionally want you to take the blame; you just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.]

Since we've already collided, you might as well sacrifice yourself and let Zhang Wei and me be together.

I love you.

[As she spoke, Wanyu made a heart shape with her hands towards the south wind.]

Zhang Wei nodded emphatically.

[It's better for you to lose face alone than for Wanyu and I to both be embarrassed in front of our elders.]

Anyway, you're their grandson and great-grandson, so nothing you do will affect how their parents feel about you.

[Bound tightly, Nanfeng's eyes blazed with fury. He tried to whimper and say something, but his mouth was stuffed with a rag, and he couldn't make a sound.]

Amidst the angry howling of the south wind, Wan Yu and Zhang Wei pulled out a huge black pot from somewhere.

They then, with sly grins, pinned the blame on Nanfeng.

Nanfeng was even more incredulous when he heard Wanyu and Zhang Wei shifting the blame.

【You two!!!】

"Guan Gu, what do you think?" Nan Feng looked at Guan Gu with her last hope.

"I think... Nanfeng, at least you still have a lot of room for improvement."

"And the appearance of dumplings doesn't necessarily affect their taste, right?"

Under the pleading gazes of Wan Yu and Zhang Wei, Guan Gu chose to submit to the majority.

The old man looked pleased: "Nanfeng, you are so lucky to have such understanding and supportive friends."

"yes……"

Nanfeng forced a stiff smile: "Meeting you all is truly my blessing!"

The three of them smiled sheepishly.

Although Nanfeng was somewhat annoyed, he did not expose them.

Ultimately, Wanyu and Zhang Wei just wanted to save face in front of their elders. Besides, if they said they made the dumplings, they might have to explain to the old man why their dumplings were made like that and why the New Year's Eve dinner was so good.

Nanfeng doesn't like taking the blame, but he hates trouble even more.

No problem, I'll just write these three guys down in my little black book later.

【Humph! 】

Nanfeng narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled brightly as she served several dumplings to each of Wanyu and the other two.

"No matter what, shouldn't you all try the dumplings I made?"

Nanfeng's tone was gentle, yet carried a hint of unyielding firmness.

The three exchanged a glance, then Qian smiled and nodded.

The old man snorted, "Why didn't you think to put one on your grandfather's plate?"

"What's the rush?"

Nanfeng said without turning her head, "Let them try it first. I'll serve you and your great-grandfather some after these three mice have finished eating and there are no problems."

"It's really not easy for me to be your friend and have to try this for you," the old man sighed, feigning innocence despite getting the benefit.

What do you think?

Nanfeng looked at Wanyu and the other two.

"No, how could that be?"

Zhang Wei said obsequiously, "Being Nanfeng's friend is simply the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me."

"That's right."

The remaining two nodded repeatedly.

Nanfeng nodded in satisfaction and urged, "Then why don't you all hurry up and try it?"

The three of them stared at the dumplings in their bowls, lost in thought.

The appearance shouldn't affect the taste... right?

The three of them looked at each other, none of them willing to be the first to pick up their chopsticks.

Although they didn't know what the dumplings tasted like, they simply couldn't bring themselves to put such a strange thing in their mouths.

However, as Nanfeng's gaze became increasingly "kind," the three of them exchanged glances and simultaneously closed their eyes to put the dumplings into their mouths.

The next moment, all three of them spat out the dumplings they were eating.

Guan Gu, the best cook, quickly asked, "Wan Yu, can you...can you help me determine if this pork wasn't cooked with cooking wine to remove the gamey smell?"

Wan Yu thought about it carefully and realized that she really hadn't performed this step.

"It seems... there really isn't..."

She lowered her head in embarrassment.

Nanfeng gave a cold laugh.

He knew it.

Even Wan Yu and Zhang Wei can make dumplings like this. If they can make sure the meat filling inside is perfect, then he's not a Chu!

Seeing this, the old man gloated, "Luckily I didn't touch it. I knew I couldn't eat this ugly stuff."

Nanfeng pouted: "Then why did you ask me to serve you food just now?"

"This, this is a test of your filial piety!" the old man stammered.

The old man picked up a dumpling and tasted it. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Nanfeng, not only did you not remove the fishy smell, but it's also salty and bitter."

"It's not that your family doesn't support you cooking for the first time, but you should still throw this plate of dumplings away quickly. If you keep eating them, our whole family will have to spend New Year's Eve in the hospital."

"Okay." Nanfeng picked up the plate of dumplings and left.

When he returned, Grandma had already taken out the locked wine, and the four of them, including the old man, had begun to enjoy their drinks.

With the old man praising it repeatedly, the lively New Year's Eve dinner finally began.

Nanfeng glanced at the empty seat that had been specially left for him and sighed silently, but in an instant he was chatting happily with everyone again.

In any case, today's New Year's Eve dinner is the most lively one the Chu family has had in more than 20 years.

Perhaps it was because of this atmosphere that the old man, Wanyu, Guangu, and Zhang Wei all got drunk.

Nanfeng's grandmother originally wanted to try to persuade them, but since it was the New Year, she thought about it and decided to let them have fun.

Anyway, my wife's health has been fine after the past few years of checkups, so drinking a little more alcohol won't cause any problems.

After a few rounds of drinks, the old man, who was a little tipsy, held his wife's hand and chuckled.

"I liked you back then because you were pretty."

"I never imagined that after all these decades, you would become even more beautiful."

"Hey beautiful lady, give me a smile."

Nanfeng's grandmother looked at her old man with a wry smile. This stubborn old man had been foul-mouthed his whole life, and he would only say a few sweet words when he was drunk.

Before she could say anything, the old man had already turned around and said to the old man.

"Dad, there's something I've always wanted to do. Could you grant it to me?"

The old man knew his son too well; just by looking at him, he knew he wouldn't say anything nice later.

However, out of curiosity, the old man nodded and said, "Go ahead."

The old man hiccuped and muttered softly, "Look, I've always been the one kowtowing to you for New Year's greetings since I was a child, so can you kowtow to me this year too?"

Nanfeng's eyes widened upon hearing this.

The old man's face turned even darker, almost purple. He pointed at his audacious son, his hands trembling slightly.

"The traitor!"

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "I should have let you shoot me against the wall back then!"

Nanfeng quickly stepped forward and gently patted the old man's back: "Great-Grandpa, calm down. Grandpa is just drunk."

"I know he's drunk; that's what they call speaking the truth when drunk!"

The old man grabbed his cane, intending to swing it, but after hesitating for a long time, he put it down.

"No, hitting him now won't teach him a lesson. I have to wait until he sobers up before I give him a proper beating!"

Nanfeng complained, "Given the old man's personality, no matter when you hit him, he won't learn his lesson."

"That's true."

The old man grumbled, "Your great-grandmother was a well-educated, gentle, and refined young lady back then. How did we end up with such a wretched child?"

Nanfeng just smiled and didn't reply.

He had no recollection of whether his great-grandmother was well-educated and gentle, but given his grandfather's temper of waving his cane at the drop of a hat, it was no wonder that he could have fathered such a stubborn mule as his grandfather.

"Tch... Fine, don't do it if you don't want to. You're so stingy."

The old man was completely unaware that his own father was already holding back his anger and waiting for him to sober up so he could deal with him. He raised his glass to Wan Yu and the other two.

"The three of you are still the best."

"Come on, let's drink!"

"Drink!" The three, who were also quite tipsy, raised their glasses.

Seeing this, Nanfeng's grandmother quickly replaced the remaining wine with water that had been prepared beforehand. If her husband, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, continued to spout nonsense, the old man would surely turn against him for the greater good.

After the group finished their last drink, the old man sighed, "I really like you three youngsters. It's a pity you're friends with my good-for-nothing grandson, otherwise I would definitely want to be friends with you."

The scoundrel grandson looked at his scoundrel grandfather with a blank expression.

Wanyu seemed to be in a bad mood today, and drank an unusually large amount of alcohol.

She raised her glass and said, her words slightly slurred, "It's okay. Actually, we're not that close to that petty lemon-lover. We can each keep our distance."

south wind:???

"Yes, individually."

Zhang Wei let out a burp: "Let's stick to our own way. From now on, I'll call you 'Master,' and you'll call me 'Brother!'"

"it is good."

Guan Gu, his face flushed, clapped his hands incessantly.

"It seems like it's good for everyone to discuss their own ideas," the old man chuckled. "I'm happy to make friends with you all; we just happen to get along so well."

Wanyu glanced at the old man: "Old Chu, you're not getting the hang of it."

"Since we get along so well, why do we need to be friends?"

"belch……"

While fanning her flushed cheeks, Wanyu said, "Since we get along so well, why don't we just become sworn brothers in the Peach Garden?"

Zhang Wei raised his hand in agreement: "The Oath of the Peach Garden? I agree!"

"And I want to be Guan Yu."

Guan Gu patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "Zhang Wei, with such a dark face, you can only be Zhang Fei."

"I don't want that, I want to be... Guan Yu."

The old man frowned, seemingly thinking about something. Soon, he slammed his hand on the table and said, "No problem, then let's just swear an oath of brotherhood in the Peach Garden and become sworn brothers."

south wind:???

Seeing that the old man and the three young men were talking more and more outrageously, Nanfeng quickly said, "You're all drunk. Let me help you back to rest."

"Shut up, Xiao Fengzi!"

Wan Yu pointed at Nan Feng and chuckled, "How dare you speak to your elders like that?"

Zhang Wei nodded in agreement, saying, "Exactly! We're a group of grandpas chatting, what right do you, a grandson, have to chime in?"

Nanfeng pointed at himself, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Great-Grandpa, are you just going to watch like this?"

"Otherwise what?"

"Why should I care about everything, including who my son swore brotherhood with?"

The old man's face turned red with anger: "I not only want to watch it, I want to record it."

"Nanfeng, hurry up and record a video on your phone so your grandfather can see it tomorrow when he sobers up."

"I want to see if this old bastard will blush when he finds out he and three real lads got drunk and swore brotherhood!"

The old man cursed, "From now on, if I ever give him alcohol again, I'm his son!"

"Dad, there definitely won't be a next time."

Nanfeng's grandmother gritted her teeth and said, "I'll give away all the wine in the house tomorrow."

Seeing that the two elders were both holding their breath and wanted to see the old man embarrass himself, Nanfeng simply took out his phone and started recording.

Meanwhile, the four of them, in a hazy, drunken stupor, completed their oath of brotherhood.

Then they all burst into laughter.

Guan Gu called out to the old man, "Fourth Brother!"

The old man chuckled and replied, "Third Brother!"

The two looked at Zhang Wei, whose face was both red and black: "Second Brother!"

Finally, the three of them bowed to Wanyu and called out.

"Big sister!"

Nanfeng looked astonished.

Which family's sworn brotherhood has the youngest member as the leader?!

Wan Yu squinted as she received the adoration of her three younger brothers, and she responded cheerfully, "Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother."

Zhang Wei let out a burp: "Big sister, third brother, fourth brother."

Drunk, Guan Gu slumped on the table and mumbled, "Eldest brother. Third sister. Fourth sister."

The old man laughed heartily: "Eldest brother, second sister, third brother."

south wind:……

Well, everything's in chaos!

And so, the four sworn brothers and sisters of the Chu family continued their incoherent ramblings, until Nanfeng, unable to bear it any longer, carried them back to their rooms one by one.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took out his phone and sent Aunt Gu a Happy New Year's Eve greeting, only to see that the "Sixth Floor Headquarters" was still having a video chat.

Nanfeng connected and saw Yifei, Meijia, Youyou, Ziqiao and Curry Sauce chatting.

"Nanfeng, you're here too."

Meijia, carrying a braised pork knuckle, greeted Nanfeng: "We've agreed to watch the Spring Festival Gala together and ring in the New Year together. Do you want to join us?"

When Jiangzhouzi looked up, he saw the terrifying South Wind Demon King.

It immediately escaped from Mika's embrace and went to play with Mika's mother.

Nanfeng asked curiously, "Don't you watch the Spring Festival Gala with your family?"

"This doesn't conflict with anything. We can wear a Bluetooth headset to watch the Spring Festival Gala with our family and chat with everyone at the same time."

"We can also take this opportunity to complain about this year's Spring Festival Gala together."

"Count me in then."

Nanfeng thought for a moment. Tonight, four out of the seven people at the Chu residence were drunk. Besides watching the Spring Festival Gala, there wasn't much else to do. Why didn't they all video chat together and find some fun?

Zhanbo peeked out from Yifei's phone video: "What about Wanyu and the others? Do they want to join?"

Nanfeng's face immediately darkened.

They were all drunk.

"You're drunk, so why do you look so pale?" Yifei asked suspiciously.

"you guess?"

Nanfeng didn't want to tell everyone the truth, after all, it was too embarrassing for his grandfather and his friend to become sworn brothers after getting drunk.

Yifei wanted to ask more questions, but Nanfeng stopped her with a look.

Just then, Yu Mo also joined in.

"Everyone's here."

Yu Mo smiled and waved to everyone while eating her ice cream.

Yifei waved to Yumo: "Yumo, you're here too."

"Yeah, I saw the group chat was lively, so I came to check it out."

Curry Sauce asked Yu Mo, "Sister Yu Mo, we made plans to watch the Spring Festival Gala together and ring in the New Year together. Do you want to join us?"

"Sure, my family doesn't like watching the Spring Festival Gala anyway."

Yu Mo smiled and said, "My family is playing mahjong together now, and the Spring Festival Gala is just background music."

"What a coincidence, my family also plays mahjong."

She sighed softly, "They are all highly skilled, leaving only me and my poor nephew with nothing to do."

Ziqiao himself wasn't on camera, but his voice came through Youyou's phone: "Auntie, there's something you need to understand."

"They don't play with you because you're too bad at it."

"They don't play with me because I play too well."

"Although we are in the same situation, the reasons are completely different."

"This is the gap between us."

Youyou looked at Ziqiao with a smile, then gave him a chop to the neck.

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Yifei looked at the ice cream in Yu Mo's hand with a puzzled expression: "Yu Mo, where did you get this ice cream?"

She searched for a long time and found that only milk tea shops had ice cream machines and some shopping malls sold Häagen-Dazs.

However, it was difficult to send the former to Yu Mo, and as for the latter... Yu Mo felt that she might as well just die from the pain at that price.

Yu Mo blinked: "My package arrived."

"Didn't you just have a tooth pulled last night? How could the delivery be so fast?"

Nanfeng Express.

Yu Mo glanced at Nan Feng without leaving a trace.

Although this jerk just knocked on the door, left a big box of ice cream, and turned to leave, she could still see that huge Digger Zero driving away from her neighborhood.

Yu Mo suddenly feels that having a motorhome is pretty good, at least the refrigerator on it can deliver ice cream.

The south wind simply smiled indifferently.

The group chatted and laughed for a while until Zhanbo exclaimed in surprise.

"Quickly, get ready, the Spring Festival Gala is about to start!"

So everyone prepared to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Mika and Curry Sauce pulled out the popcorn they had prepared, and then they were both scolded by their mothers.

The two children were not angry, but instead stayed close to their mother and fed her popcorn.

Yifei and Zhanbo hugged their parents, and the family of four leaned on the sofa, chatting and laughing as they watched the Spring Festival Gala. Nanfeng and Yumo and the others greeted Uncle Lu and Aunt Yuan in turn.

Aunt Yuan wanted to ask Zeng Xiaoxian more, but Yifei and Zhanbo persuaded her not to.

Youyou and Ziqiao sat cross-legged amidst the clattering of mahjong tiles. Youyou seemed very enthusiastic, but Ziqiao looked quite listless.

If he hadn't been ordered to stay home and not leave for even a moment, Ziqiao would have already become an ambitious young man pursuing his dreams on this New Year's Eve.

Yu Mo, meanwhile, was holed up in her bedroom watching the Spring Festival Gala on her tablet, while her bedroom fridge was stuffed full of ice cream delivered by the delivery guy.

You said we should give each other more time to cool down, but you don't seem to be calm at all.

Yu Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, happily eating her ice cream.

Zeng Xiaoxian joined the video chat at some point, but it seemed that Yifei had given him some instructions beforehand, so he remained silent throughout the chat, or rather, he didn't dare to reveal his true nature.

It's possible that Yifei's mother was eavesdropping on what was happening here.

Nanfeng watched the Spring Festival Gala with her grandfather and grandmother.

The old man and woman also met with the group in the video and said hello.

Then Grandma pulled Nanfeng aside and asked him if he liked the girl who ate ice cream.

Nanfeng was curious about how her grandmother came to this conclusion. Her grandmother simply said, "Of all these girls, you only smiled so brightly when you introduced her."

With one earpiece in each ear, the group chatted with everyone in the apartment, complaining about the increasingly poor Spring Festival Gala while sharing amusing anecdotes from the past few days.

It feels like even though we are thousands of miles apart and in different places, as long as we can still connect, then the place where we are is Love Apartment.

Time ticked by, and as midnight approached, Wan Yu, Guangu, and Zhang Wei, the three young men, were almost sober.

They came out of the room and huddled around Nanfeng, still half asleep.

Seeing that the three of them still hadn't remembered the story of the "Four Sworn Brothers of the Chu Family Mansion," Nanfeng didn't remind them while everyone in the apartment was video chatting.

"Come on, get ready for the countdown."

At Zhanbo's call, everyone sat up straight.

"Countdown."

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

Happy New Year!

People from all over the world cheered as the clock struck midnight.

Outside, the most dazzling and magnificent fireworks; inside, the warmest human warmth.

Although we are scattered across the country, our hearts remain together.

That's the "sixth floor headquarters".

That's Love Apartment.

The "Happy Chinese New Year" section is now complete.

After thinking about it, nine thousand words is too short to divide into three chapters, and it would be difficult to break it into two chapters.

Let's just finish it in one chapter.

Thank you for your support

(End of this chapter)