Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

"Nanfeng, you better not make things difficult for her."

Just like Hu Yifei would never let go of any opportunity to mock Zeng Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian also liked to step on Yifei when he saw her being deflated.

"There is also a Manchu-Han banquet. If she can make a decent table, we 3601 will not only eat egg fried rice every day."

Yifei sneered: "Don't worry, when you're gone, I will make you a table that's eight cold and eight hot."

"Then I estimate that I will have to live to be at least three hundred years old before I die. Otherwise, there won't be enough time for you to learn how to chop vegetables all over again."

Yu Mo watched Yifei and Xiaoxian bickering like enemies and asked in surprise: "Do they have to fight like this all day long?"

Meijia waved her hand and signaled Yu Mo to calm down: "The two of them have always been like this. They wish they could quarrel three times a day."

Yu Mo was a little surprised when he heard this, even though it was normal for Yifei's explosive temper to quarrel with others every day.

Teacher Zeng couldn't bear to see her being overbearing, so it wasn't unusual for her to retaliate every day.

But if they quarreled so frequently every day, Teacher Zeng could still be intact as he is now, sitting here without fear and continuing to taunt Yifei.

On the one hand, it proves that he is brave, on the other hand, it is definitely Yifei who shows mercy.

really interesting.

"Tch." Hu Yifei couldn't quarrel with Zeng Xiaoxian because of her irrefutable cooking shortcomings, so she directed her anger at the culprit Nan Feng.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her snow-white and slender arms that could knock down three Nanfeng. She slapped the table with her palm, causing the entire table to tremble and scream.

"I'm warning you, Nanfeng, don't blame me. Tell me honestly, what do you want to eat?"

"What do I want to eat?"

Nan Feng didn't know what he thought of, and subconsciously reached out to hold the pendant close to his chest.

He sighed: "Actually, what I want to eat most is just a bowl of noodles with clear soup, but you definitely can't make it."

"Noodles in clear soup? That's it?"

Yifei smiled contemptuously: "What's the problem? I'll handle it for you."

"Can't you just hear me out?"

Nanfeng put his hand on his forehead. He was already depressed today and suddenly felt that communicating with Hu Yifei was very difficult.

"It doesn't matter whether you say it or not. How can a bowl of noodles with clear soup be any more difficult?"

“This noodle is made from the best chicks, dried with blood wax, coated with more than ten kinds of seasonings, then ground into powder, kneaded together with the dough, and finally pressed out together.

"As for the clear soup, I don't pay much attention to it at first. But the fish soup Zi Qiao and I caught from Dianshan Lake last time seemed to taste very good."

"Hiss...are you just talking about a bowl of noodles in clear soup?!!"

Hu Yifei was furious: "Are you still trying to amuse me on purpose?

"When I finish making the clear soup noodles, do you want me to buy you another 10 pounds of lean meat, 10 pounds of fat meat, and 10 pounds of golden cartilage, and then cut them all into minced meat?"

"Forget it, I'll just eat my spicy hot pot and red oil ice cream."

As Nan Feng spoke, he was about to turn on his phone and order takeout.

Realizing that Nanfeng really wanted to eat this troublesome bowl of clear soup noodles this time, Hu Yifei was immediately angry and helpless.

If Nan Feng had eaten and drank so much during the cold that he ended up with problems due to congestion in his brain, he wouldn't be able to explain it to his old man.

"As long as I help you make that fatal clear soup noodles, you will promise me not to eat these messy things and have a good rest when I am sick?"

Hu Yifei accepted her fate, so be it troublesome. I, Hu Yifei, can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, so why can’t I still make a simple bowl of noodles with clear soup?

"That's not true." Nanfeng looked at Zeng Xiaoxian who was having fun, "Teacher Zeng, have you overcome your camera phobia?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked embarrassed.

Nan Feng understood instantly: "It seems it's still not going well, Teacher Zeng, you should know that you will have an audition tomorrow night.

"There are less than 48 hours left in total. If you don't hurry up and get ready, I will give you a good training after we finish lunch."

Hu Yifei waved her hand, and in line with the thought of not having to worry about having too many debts, she simply took over this matter: "You don't have to worry about this matter, leave it to us. Your most important task today is to have a good rest. "

Nanfeng frowned, he didn't like others treating him as a patient. But he also knew that Yifei could not listen to him in this regard.

Before Nanfeng could say anything more, Yifei had already begun to mobilize his troops.

"I will arrange the tasks: Zhanbo and Wanyu will help me make noodles with clear soup, and Guangu and Curry will be responsible for solving Zeng Xiaoxian's camera phobia.

"Meijia takes care of Ziqiao, Yumo, help me take care of Nanfeng.

"Does anyone have any questions?"

"I, take care of Nanfeng?" Yu Mo didn't know whether to be surprised or secretly happy for a moment.

"Yes, you take care of Nanfeng, help me watch him and don't let him mess around,"

If possible, Yifei certainly doesn't want Yu Mo and Nan Feng to continue to have too much contact, but unfortunately she currently lacks someone who can keep an eye on Nan Feng.

She finally realized that Nan Feng, who was sick, was just a child who wanted to come out all at once. She should never expect him to be able to cultivate quietly in the house.

Taking a closer look at the people in the apartment, Wanyu and Zhanbo, a pair of twins, will only accompany Nanfeng to fool around, Guangu is easily fooled, Curry Sauce is Nanfeng's apprentice, and Meijia has to take care of Ziqiao.

After thinking about it, even if Yu Mo couldn't stand Nan Feng, he would still let her try.

Besides, with the two of them in this situation, it wouldn't be realistic to hide from each other all the time.

It's better to give them a chance and let them speak out.

Yifei still believes in Nanfeng's handling ability in this regard.

"Oh well."

Yumo agreed without any further excuses, or it could be said that this was what she hoped for.

"Anyone else have questions?"

Today was originally Saturday, and everyone had nothing to do, so they all nodded in agreement: "No problem."

"Very good." Yifei nodded with satisfaction.

"Since everyone has no questions, I declare..."

"I have one last question."

Nanfeng interrupted Yifei's speech. He pointed to the messy dining table and pleaded: "Since you have eaten my food, shouldn't someone help clean up my table?"

…

3603 instantly became dead silent.

"Ah, Zi Qiao, after you finish eating, you have to go to the clinic to see a doctor and get medicine. Come on, I will take you there." Meijia pulled Zi Qiao, who had a cold, away first.

"Idiot, instead of going to the clinic, we have to go back to 3602 to change clothes and put on a mask, sunglasses and hat.

"It's not that I'm afraid of infecting others, it's that the two of us have already been on the front page of the iPartment website. If we don't put on some disguise, I'm afraid of being blinded to death by other people's eyes."

Listening to the voices of Meijia and Ziqiao coming from the corridor one after another, Zeng Xiaoxian and Hu Yifei looked at me and I looked at you.

"Oops, why are there less than 48 hours before the audition? Guangu Curry, we have to hurry up and prepare. Time is life, go! go! go!"

Zeng Xiaoxian pushed Guan Gu away who was confused. The curry sauce followed him halfway, then turned back and ran away with the remaining half bucket of Family Bucket.

Yifei was murmuring: "Let me think about it carefully, which step should I start with this clear soup noodles?

"Which step should I start with?"

As she was thinking, she slipped from the dining table to the living room, and then from the living room to the suite.

"Yifei, wait for me, I'll help you think about it."

"Sister, let me help you."

Almost instantly, Nanfeng was the only one left in the originally bustling 3603.

He looked at the messy table and began to worry: "This is why I like sandwiches.

“Because it doesn’t produce food waste.”

Nanfeng muttered in a low voice: "A bunch of unloyalty people just left like this. I will eat alone in front of you next time. I will piss you off to death."

As soon as Nanfeng finished speaking, another voice came faintly: "Everyone has left, but I'm still with you, right?"

Only then did he remember that there was another guest in the suite who was not 3601 and 3602.

Yu Mo was sitting on Nan Feng's left hand side. She wiped her mouth with a tissue slowly and stared at Nan Feng with a pair of deep black eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Yu Mo, you didn't leave?"

"Yifei asked me to stay and take care of you." Yu Mo said matter-of-factly.

"Also, what did you call me just now?"

"Yu Mo."

"Yifei and I are classmates, and I'm a few months older than Yifei. You call her Yifei sister, but then you just call me Yumo?"

Nan Feng was speechless for a moment, and he said tentatively: "Then...Sister Yu Mo?"

Yu Mo smiled, and she stood up directly, constantly shortening the seat between them under Nanfeng's stunned eyes.

She reached out and touched Nanfeng's head.

"So good."