Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

Not to mention that everyone couldn't figure it out, even Zeng Xiaoxian himself didn't figure it out.

How come you just play a game and end up playing it to the point where you have to accompany Yifei to meet her parents?

Zeng Xiaoxian felt that his CPU was about to burn again.

[Yifei asked me to accompany her home to meet her parents during the Chinese New Year. What did she mean? 】

[Does she really want me to go, or is this just a way for her to win the game? 】

[If she really wants me to go, should I go or not? 】

[If I go, what kind of gift should I bring? 】

[Moutai or Dahongpao? 】

[For Maotai, is it more reliable to go to Guizhou to buy it? However, the weather in Guizhou recently should be even colder than Shanghai. Do you want to wear a thick down jacket? 】

[Speaking of which, it seems that I haven’t bought a new down jacket for a long time, but I have been really poor recently. 】

【Are there any ways to make extra money? 】

【……】

Zeng Xiaoxian thought about it, and his thoughts began to slide all the way to inexplicable corners like stepping on a banana peel.

In fact, Yifei was also helpless.

No matter how she explains it, her mother, dear Ms. Yuan, refuses to believe that she and Zeng Xiaoxian are just a game.

Not only that, Ms. Yuan also asked herself if it was just a game, then why did she call her?

Yifei said she made a mistake, but she still didn't believe it.

Then she couldn't tell her mommy. In fact, she originally wanted to tell her that Zhanbo was already pregnant with Meijia, right?

If she really said that, then her parents would definitely give up their travel plans and rush over before she could explain the game clearly.

Yifei persuaded her mother to continue their world together, and promised that she would bring her boyfriend named Zeng Xiaoxian home for the New Year this time.

And just before she hung up the phone, she heard her mother and father starting to discuss how many red envelopes they would give Zeng Xiaoxian when he came to celebrate the New Year.

Oh my gosh, neither I nor Zhanbo have received red envelopes in years.

Because of this, Yifei forced herself to give Zeng Xiaoxian a good look.

After all, in order to prevent Ms. Yuan from rushing to see her future son-in-law, she had issued a military order.

If I don’t bring my boyfriend home to celebrate the New Year this year, I won’t have to go home to celebrate the New Year from now on.

Yifei was thinking about it when she saw that Zeng Xiaoxian didn't respond to her for a long time, and the corners of her raised mouth slowly lowered.

"My dear, you don't seem to be particularly willing?"

"..." Zeng Xiaoxian was still frowning and thinking.

Yifei's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she called softly: "Dear..."

Everyone who was eating melons on the side immediately took a few steps back when they saw this, fearing that Yifei would get angry later and bring disaster to Chiyu.

"Zeng Xiao Xian!"

Zeng Xiaoxian was thinking about how many red envelopes he would give to his cousin's son Arthur during the Chinese New Year this year, when he was shocked by Yifei.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now." Zeng Xiaoxian said in shock.

【When are you still distracted? 】

Yifei now wanted to open Zeng Xiaoxian's head and see what kind of structure his brain circuit was.

"fine."

Yifei forced a smile and asked, "So have you thought about it?"

"What are you thinking about? How much new year's money do you want to give Arthur?"

Yifei finally couldn't bear it anymore. She grabbed one of Zeng Xiaoxian's ears and shouted loudly: "I'm asking you if you want to accompany me home to meet my parents during the Chinese New Year this year!"

"Meet you!"

Zeng Xiaoxian covered his ears that were almost deafened by Yifei. In fact, he still hadn't figured out whether Yifei really wanted him to go.

So he asked hesitantly: "Well, if...I mean if.

"If we broke up years ago...should I still go?"

"What do you think?"

Yifei stared at Zeng Xiaoxian: "I want to break up with you, but my mother said that even if we break up, we have to wait until after the New Year.

"Don't say it's a breakup. Even if you die, you have to wait until you go to my house to celebrate the New Year before burying me.

"Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

Zeng Xiaoxian pledged, "I will try my best to satisfy our parents."

"Isn't this enough...huh?"

Yifei is so angry and funny, you are so skillful at poking your nose and face.

Did you change your name so quickly to call us parents?

As Yifei and Xiaoxian interacted with each other on the surface, the originally tense atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.

It seemed that the situation just now was too exciting and everyone needed a little time to calm down, so 3601 entered a rare truce time.

Of course, acting must continue, after all, there is no shortage of drama stars in the iPartment.

Yifei and Xiaoxian, Zhanbo and Meijia, two fake lovers, sit aside and show off their acting skills. At first glance, they really look like a family of four.

Zhang Wei and Zi Qiao inherited the controller game that Zeng Xiaoxian and Zhan Bo had played before, and were having a great time fighting.

Yu Mo and Nuo Lan, the fake sisters, sat on one side of Wan Yu and the other on her right. The three of them chatted about beauty and make-up.

For Yu Mo, although his luck was a little bit bad today, he moved from home to the love apartment just for this infinite home field advantage.

I have bad luck today, but I still have tomorrow.

If you have bad luck tomorrow, you still have the day after tomorrow.

Day by day, month by month, year by year.

What should be mine will definitely be mine.

Yu Mo is very confident about this.

Nanfeng looked at Guangu who was busy in the kitchen and suddenly thought: "Guangu, how about... let me help you?"

Guangu was so surprised that he almost lost his grip on the kitchen knife in his hand. He put down the kitchen knife and looked at Nanfeng.

Guangu held up his glasses with his wrist and asked with a shocked look on his face: "Will you help me?"

"is it not OK?"

"It's not a question of whether or not, it's just that Nanfeng doesn't seem to like wasting time on food. Why do you want to help me today?"

"It's not that I don't like wasting time on food, it's just that I don't have time to waste on people and things I don't like."

Nanfeng paused, then smiled and said, "But I think I can waste a little time now."

"Oh well."

Guangu turned around. He suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Nanfeng, have you ever been in the kitchen?"

Nanfeng nodded: "I've made sandwiches."

Sekiya:? ? ?

Seeing Guangu's confused expression, Nanfeng explained: "You know, a sandwich machine, it's that kind of thing..."

"I know."

Guangu interrupted Nanfeng's technology introduction: "Besides making sandwiches by machine, what else have you done?"

"Uh...does fried eggs count?"

Guangu nodded heavily: "Forget it!"

As he spoke, he sighed: "He is a very qualified novice."

Nanfeng blinked: "Then do you still need my help?"

"Come on, I can teach you the true meaning of cooking by the way."

Sekiya patted his chest and promised: "Believe me, I am the son of Japanese cuisine master Kenjiro Sekiya. I will definitely make you fall in love with cooking."

Nanfeng smiled sheepishly. He was actually just curious and wanted to experience the feeling of cooking Japanese food up close.

From what Nanfeng knew about him, he felt that it was unlikely that he would fall in love with the kitchen.

However, he still thanked: "Then I'll leave it to you, Sekiya-kun."

Just when Guangu was about to take Nanfeng to wash his hands and tie his apron, Nanfeng suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Guangu, wait for me for a while, I'll go get ready first."

Seeing Nan Feng running out of 3601's back, Guan Gu murmured to himself in confusion.

"He just went into the kitchen to do some cooking. What exactly does he need to prepare?"

Not long after, Nanfeng walked in fully armed under everyone's shocked eyes.

"Guangu, I'm ready." Nanfeng said confidently.

Guangu Magic, who was busy in the kitchen, turned around and looked in the direction of the door when he heard this, and then he stood still on the spot.

"信じられない! (Unbelievable!)"

Guangu looked at Nanfeng, who was wearing a white protective suit and a gas mask, and his eyes almost popped out of his head: "Are you sure you want to go into the kitchen wearing this... to strike?"

"I borrowed this from Xiao Hei, what's the problem?" Nan Feng looked down at his outfit: "It's absolutely clean and hygienic."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone present burst into laughter.

Zi Qiao gave a thumbs up: "Nanfeng, are you sure you are wearing this to work in the kitchen and not to eliminate the biological crisis?"

Yifei was bending over and slapping her thighs, laughing wildly: "We finally found a word that is sharper than killing chickens with a knife or using anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes.

"Then wear protective clothing and go into the kitchen...and strike!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zeng Xiaoxian grimaced in pain and silently moved away from Yifei: "Classmate Hu Yifei, can't you pat your own thigh?"

Zhang Wei pondered for a moment and said: “I think Nanfeng’s idea is very forward-looking.

"If World War III breaks out that day and all the food in the sea is contaminated by nuclear radiation, he will definitely be able to last a year and a half longer than others in this outfit.

"In this year and a half, there is no telling whether he will be able to leave the last fire to mankind. By then, Adam and Eve will be born from the devastated Garden of Eden...

"Sorry, I really can't make it up anymore."

Zhang Wei smiled and almost burst into tears: "Nanfeng, I just want you to go to the kitchen. You don't need to make such a fuss, right?"

Nanfeng raised his head arrogantly: "You don't understand. There are many parasites in Japanese food, and they like to worm their way into your head. This is what I call taking preventive measures in advance."

Zhan Bo thought for a while and asked: "Is it possible that as long as you wash your hands frequently when cooking, keeping clean and hygienic is the best preventive measure."

"But I'm too lazy to wash my hands frequently."

Nanfeng said confidently: "Besides, washing your hands frequently is very harmful to your hands."

"But you don't rely on your hands to make a living now. Protecting your hands is useless... ah!" Before Zi Qiao could finish her words, Meijia pinched her waist hard.

Meijia smiled at Nanfeng and said, "It's okay Nanfeng, just think that Ziqiao is farting."

"Nanfeng...husband, how about I come to help." Nuo Lan stood up and said.

"No need, I can handle this little thing."

Although they are husband and wife in the game, Nuolan is a guest after all, and Nanfeng will never let a guest help with work no matter what.

"Nan Feng, are you hiding your ears and stealing the bell?"

Yu Mo smiled and said, "Even if you don't encounter parasites when you help, what about when you eat?"

Nanfeng answered well prepared: "I can eat cooked food."

Guangu sighed: "Nanfeng, do you think there is such a possibility?

"The Japanese food we are going to make today is all cooked food. There are not as many parasites as you think?"

"ah?"