Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 432 Youyou's Risky Tactics

Thirty seconds later, the staff of Xing Mansion brought over a series of painting tools, including drawing boards and easels, and placed them in the corner of the private room.

"How's it going, Guan Gu? The stuff's alright, isn't it?"

Meijia urged, "Hurry up and draw while you still have inspiration."

"Hehehe..."

Even though Guan Gu was experiencing a mix of emotions, he still had to put on a ecstatic smile on his face.

However, to others, that smile looked incredibly awkward.

Sekiya gritted his teeth and said to Mika, word by word, "Mika... Arigato."

【I swear to God your whole family!】

He was devastated and wished he could commit seppuku with Mika on the spot.

Guan Gu was truly surprised that his seemingly flawless reason was so easily exposed by Mei Jia. Even more perplexing to him than that was what Mei Jia was trying to do tonight.

He even began to doubt whether Mika knew about his plan to confess to Youyou.

Could it be that... I paid Mika too little, and she's deliberately using this to get back at me?

No way, Mika doesn't seem like that kind of person at all.

Detective Guan Gu was completely bewildered.

In contrast to Guan Gu's bewilderment, Youyou felt that everything that was happening now was like a ray of sunshine after a dark night.

Since Guan Gu has stayed, I can figure out a way to sneak back to my apartment!

【Mika, I absolutely love you!】

"Guan Gu, don't be so polite."

Seeing that all the drawing tools had arrived, Meijia urged, "Guan Gu, what are you waiting for?"

"If we don't start drawing soon, the food will get cold."

"well……"

With his mind in turmoil, Guan Gu could only go to a corner, pick up a paintbrush, and stare blankly at the canvas.

draw?

What can he draw now? An eagle catching chicks?

Just as Guan Gu was staring at the drawing board, not knowing where to begin, the chubby-faced waiter from before came in with the dishes.

"Hello everyone, this is our first course: a French kiss to seal the deal."

The chubby-faced waiter chuckled and said, "Behind this dish is a romantic and poignant love story. Legend has it that during the Ming Dynasty, a pig fell in love with a cow..."

He then proceeded to tell everyone a melodramatic love story that lasted for more than three minutes.

"...And so, in the end, the pig and the cow lived happily ever after," the chubby-faced waiter said with a grin. "How about that? Isn't this story incredibly romantic and poignant?"

"Well……"

Yifei pointed to the stir-fried pork tongue and beef tongue in front of her: "So, this dish in front of us is made from the tongues of those two Ming Dynasty cattle and pigs?"

The chubby-faced waitress smiled warmly: "Miss, you're joking. How could that be?"

"Then what's the difference between telling this story and not telling it at all!"

"There is still a difference." Yu Mo smiled: "Before I told this story, a plate of stir-fried pig's tongue and beef tongue only cost thirty-eight yuan. After I told this story, a plate can sell for three hundred and eighty yuan."

Everyone was utterly heartbroken upon hearing this.

Fortunately, they didn't have to pay anything to come here, otherwise Yu Mo's honest words would have instantly made them lose all their appetite.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's eat first."

Meijia's eyes darted around, and she first picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and handed it to Youyou's bowl.

"Thank you, Meijia."

"Oh dear, I didn't put it for you." Meijia nudged Youyou. "Look, Guan Gu is still drawing over there. Hurry up and go give him a French kiss."

"What?"

Youyou's pretty face immediately flushed crimson, and she said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Meijia, what nonsense are you talking about!"

This process is clearly wrong.

There's no reason to French kiss before confessing your feelings; you should confess first, then French kiss.

As Youyou thought to herself, her pretty face turned even redder.

Meijia pursed her lips, a sly smile playing on her lips. She touched Youyou's flushed cheeks and teased, "I told you to give this 'French Kiss to Guan Gu to try,' what were you thinking that made your face burn so badly?"

"Oh~"

The private room was immediately filled with shouts and cheers.

Youyou then realized that she had been overthinking things, and she glared at Meijia with a mixture of shame and anger.

"I'm not going. Mika, you're his personal assistant, shouldn't you be the one doing this?"

Meijia chuckled, turned her head away, and said slowly in a cheeky tone.

"Oh dear, I'm starving today, I don't have time to worry about Guan Gu."

"If you don't want to go, then don't go. At worst, let him go hungry. He won't starve to death; at most, he'll just get a stomachache."

"And I believe that besides you, no one else would bring food to Guan Gu, right?"

"right!"

Although no one knew what Meijia was up to, they never missed an opportunity to have some fun.

Especially since it's such a fun thing for Youyou to give Guangu a French kiss as a token of their love, how could they possibly interfere?

Yifei teased with a mischievous grin, "Youyou, creative thinking like Guan Gu's takes a lot of energy. Why don't you hurry up and give him a French kiss to seal your love?"

"Hahaha……"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"you!"

Youyou handed her bowl to Ziqiao: "Ziqiao, you go!"

She had assumed that Ziqiao was her nephew and her teammate tonight, so he would obediently help her out of the predicament.

Unexpectedly, Ziqiao refused without even thinking, saying, "I'm not going. There's no way I'd let a grown man seal my love with a French kiss."

In his inner world, Ziqiao's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

[I am indeed my aunt's teammate, but my job was only to help her with the confession. When did I have to deliver vegetables to Guan Gu for her?]

Besides, I'd love to see something this entertaining too.

[Auntie, you even had the courage to confess your feelings, so why would delivering vegetables make you so shy that you'd be too embarrassed to show your face?]

"you!"

Seeing that Ziqiao wouldn't agree, Youyou looked at Xiaoxian and said, "Then, Teacher Zeng, you..."

"I'm not going either."

Xiao Xian grinned mischievously, "I'm still very hungry myself, waiting for someone to feed me."

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and opened his mouth wide at Yifei with an extremely greasy expression.

"what……"

"Go to hell!"

Yifei casually pulled out a napkin and stuffed it into Zeng Xiaoxian's gaping mouth.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Zeng Xiaoxian quickly spat out the tissue from his mouth.

"You two!"

Youyou stomped her foot in embarrassment and annoyance.

Just then, the chubby-faced waiter came up with the dish again: "This dish is called 'Holding Hands, Staying Together'."

He explained with a smile, "This dish is made by carefully braising goose feet and phoenix feet. Behind this dish is also a romantic and poignant love story."

"The story goes that during the Ming Dynasty, there was a chicken who fell in love with a goose..."

He then told everyone a melodramatic love story that lasted for more than three minutes.

"...And so, in the end, the chicken and the goose lived happily ever after," the chubby-faced waiter said with a grin. "How about that? Isn't this story incredibly romantic and poignant?"

An eerie silence fell over the entire private room.

Why does this story sound so familiar?

Unable to contain herself any longer, Wan Yu looked up at the waiter and asked, "Excuse me, isn't this story exactly the same as the one we just heard, except for the main character?"

The chubby-faced waitress smiled and explained, "Miss, you may not know this, but every unhappy love story is unhappy in its own way, while happy love stories are basically the same."

"It's understandable that stories with such romantic and poignant love the same plot development are similar."

Wan Yu said "Oh," and then added, "So, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental, right?"

The waiter nodded: "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Yu Mo couldn't help but complain, "Your club is really perfunctory. You make money off us for one story multiple times. That's incredibly careless."

Before the waiter could even explain, Meijia chimed in, "Oh dear, everyone comes here for the service, not to hear stories."

As she spoke, she picked up another goose foot and a chicken foot and stuffed them into Youyou's bowl: "Youyou, this is a perfect opportunity for you to give Guan Gu a French kiss to seal your love, and also give him a 'holding hands and staying together forever' kiss."

"Hurry up, don't let him go hungry."

"I...oh dear!"

Youyou stomped her foot, picked up her bowl and chopsticks, and walked towards Guangu.

She couldn't possibly just watch Guan Gu go hungry.

"Wow wow wow!!!"

The crowd started making a fuss again.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Youyou jogged to a corner of the private room and handed the bowl and chopsticks in her hand to Guan Gu.

"for you!"

"what?"

Guan Gu was staring blankly at his drawing board, trying to figure out what excuse he could use to go back to his apartment, when Youyou came over without saying a word and handed him a bowl and chopsticks, the bowl filled with food.

He was somewhat at a loss when faced with Youyou's sudden act of feeding him.

"Thanks……"

Although Guan Gu didn't know what had happened, he didn't refuse Youyou's kindness.

Before Guan Gu could say anything more, Youyou had already run back with her head down.

Immediately, the commotion resumed.

Guan Gu was somewhat confused by what he saw.

He looked at the food in his hand, feeling somewhat hesitant.

Normally, Guan Gu would never allow himself to eat while drawing, but just now, although he was holding a paintbrush, his mind was not on drawing at all.

In the end, he put down his paintbrush and started eating.

Mmm, this tastes... amazing!

Just as Youyou ran back amidst everyone's commotion, the chubby-faced waiter came back with the dishes.

"This is our chef's signature dish: Abalone in Heartfelt Remarks."

Everyone's eyes turned to Youyou again.

To be honest, watching Youyou deliver vegetables to Guangu was quite amusing.

Especially the flirtatious, coy glances between the two of them—they're so sweet they could melt anyone's heart.

"What the hell!"

When Youyou saw another dish with an incredibly cloying name being served, she turned to look at the chubby-faced waiter.

"Did your chef graduate with a degree in Chinese literature?"

"And another thing!" Youyou asked, puzzled, "Who ordered all these dishes?"

Mika whistled guiltily.

Seeing this, Youyou bit her red lips. She realized that if things continued like this, she would not only become a laughing stock, but also waste time going back to set up the confession scene. She immediately realized that she had to take action.

She clenched her fists slightly, as if she had made up her mind.

It seems I have no choice but to take a risky approach now.

Tang's Performance Rule: Show time!

As Youyou made up her mind, her previously rosy face turned deathly pale in just a few seconds, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"what!"

Youyou clutched her stomach in obvious pain and collapsed onto the table, howling in agony.

"Ouch! My stomach suddenly hurts so much!"

Large beads of sweat appeared on Youyou's forehead, and her lips began to tremble with pain.

"It hurts so much!"

They're here! They're here!

The confession will basically be over by tomorrow or the day after.

(End of this chapter)