Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

Nan Feng and Yu Mo came to the supermarket and saw Yu Mo excitedly going to get the trolley.

"Do you think we should buy some cooked food in the supermarket to eat, or buy some ingredients and cook them ourselves at home?"

Yu Mo asked Nanfeng while pushing the trolley, his tone as calm as a young couple who went to the supermarket to buy groceries.

Nanfeng's voice paused: "I...except for the microwave oven and a small electric pot like the one used in a dormitory, there are no other pots, pans, or gas stoves in my apartment."

"Then what do you usually eat?" Yu Mo asked in surprise?

"Sandwiches, and occasionally some takeout." Nanfeng joked, "With my cooking skills, even with that small electric pot, I think it's too much."

Nanfeng was certainly not the legendary housework idiot or spokesperson for dark cuisine, and he doubted that there really were people in this world who couldn't learn housework and who couldn't taste the food no matter how hard they cooked it.

Don't look at the people in the apartment who are mocking Hu Yifei's cooking skills all day long, saying that she is like the strongest chef in the dark cooking world. Her goal in life is to make everyone hear the call of hell through cooking, so that they can feel the value of life.

But strictly speaking, there was nothing wrong with the food she cooked.

As long as you can have a heavy taste like Zeng Xiaoxian and eat heavy salt, oil, and spicy meals every day without worrying about kidney failure, and every time you eat, you must carefully play with the food to look for manicures, iron wires, and hair strands. Minesweeper-like game.

Then you can eat the dishes carefully prepared by Hu Yifei every day.

Hey, thinking about it this way, it seems that the problem is quite big.

Let's skip this poor chef who is not good at cooking. In short, as long as a normal adult wants to learn to cook, even if it is due to talent, the cooking level will not be much higher in the end.

But as long as he wants to learn, there is absolutely no way he can't learn even a little bit.

Nanfeng doesn't know how to cook simply because he has never learned it and doesn't want to learn it.

I didn’t learn it before because the most important thing for a piano player is to protect one’s hands.

Not to mention cooking, he had never done much of the household chores that might injure his hands, such as washing dishes and carrying things.

After all, even if Nanfeng didn't think about his career and life, he still had to think about the huge insurance premiums he had to pay every year for his hands.

Those insurance companies are so happy when they collect money, and when they really want to lose money, they can find various reasons for you.

It is highlighted that an insurance policy will not pay for two things: it will not pay for this and it will not pay for that.

Fortunately, I wasn't driving the car on the day of the accident. Otherwise, there's no telling what excuse the insurance company could come up with to delay the incident.

I haven't studied for more than three years after I injured my hand. The reason is even simpler.

My hands are injured, why should I learn this?

With this idea in mind, Nanfeng successfully relied on modern high-tech products to turn himself into a housework idiot who can live independently.

"In that case, let's buy some cooked food to eat at home."

Although Yu Mo felt that the cooked food in the supermarket was not very clean and hygienic, he couldn't let the two of them spend several hours buying pots and pans just for a meal.

The two of them headed all the way to the deli area with clear goals.

"Nanfeng, Sister Yumo, you guys also come to the supermarket."

As the two passed by the kitchen area, a familiar voice caught their attention.

Zhan Bo waved the cauldron in his hand to greet them.

"Zhanbo?"

Nan Feng and Yu Mo were a little surprised when they saw Zhan Bo standing there alone and looking silly and happy.

The two of them pushed the trolley towards Zhan Bo. When they saw the big pot in Zhan Bo's hand, Nan Feng had a bad omen in his heart.

"Are you going to buy a new pot?"

"Yeah, isn't that obvious enough?"

Zhan Bo looked at the cauldron in his hand and bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang came out from the bottom of the pot the crisp sound of metal and flesh colliding.

"How about this pot, isn't it of good quality?

"You can hear the clear and crisp sound, the lingering lingering sound, and the faint sound of metal and iron fighting. This must be a unique pot."

When Zhan Bo said these words, even Nan Feng, a housework idiot, was shocked.

"Zhanbo, are you also preparing an April Fool's Day joke five months in advance?"

"Huh?" Zhan Bo looked confused when asked by Nan Feng.

Nanfeng spoke earnestly, and Dundun taught: "Even if I have never bought a pot, I have never touched this kind of metal pot.

"But, I also know that when buying a pot, you shouldn't be able to tell whether it's good or bad just by listening to the sound!"

Zhanbo was a little stunned.

However, he quickly retorted: "But I remember Guan Gu clearly told me before that every time he bought a pot in the summer, he would choose a big one, and then tap it with his fingers to listen to the sound to judge whether it was good or bad.

"Or is it that the pot I chose is not big enough? But this is already the biggest pot in the supermarket."

"Is this... am I wrong?"

Nanfeng still felt guilty about the common sense that he had neither practiced nor checked on the Internet.

In particular, the person who proposed this method was Sekiya, who was born in a family of Japanese cuisine.

He should be such an honest person and not talk nonsense.

Maybe Japanese chefs have their own unique methods and experiences when buying pots?

"Every time you buy a pot in summer? Do you still have to choose a big one?"

Yu Mo frowned and felt something was wrong.

Suddenly she had a flash of inspiration and said: "Do you think there is such a possibility...

"Guan Gu didn't mean to buy a pot, but a melon?"

"Hey...that makes sense." Nanfeng slapped his forehead, enlightened.

Zhan Bo also suddenly understood, and murmured thoughtfully: "No wonder he was talking about buying a 'pot' that day. I thought it was because he was not good at Chinese and always used the word 'ah'.

"After a long time, it's not 'pot', but 'melon'?"

Nanfeng laughed loudly: "The primary school pinyin of 'pot ah melon', isn't this correct?"

Zhan Bo became anxious now: "But I boasted in front of my sister just now, saying that I would definitely choose the best pot for her.

"Then what should I do now?"

Nanfeng joked: "You can pick the best melon for her now...if there are still melons for sale in November."

Yu Mo also followed Nanfeng's lead and said, "It's okay, even if we can't buy watermelons, we can still buy winter melons and pumpkins.

"If you really can't buy any melons, you can go back with yourself, the cutest little fool in the world."

Yu Mo smiled and stood up on tiptoes and patted Zhan Bo's head gently: "Zhan Bo, Zhan Bo, I haven't seen you for so many years and you are still so cute."

Yumo and Yifei have been best friends since kindergarten, and Zhanbo was someone she grew up watching.

It can even be said that if Zhan Bo removed the word "Yu Mo" from the title "Sister Yu Mo" and just called himself sister, Yu Mo felt that he could afford it.

Sure enough, Zhan Bo didn't care about being slapped on the head by Yu Mo, he said with a sad face: "Nan Feng, Sister Yu Mo, this is no joke.

"You don't know, my old sister has a bad temper today. If I really can't bring a good pot back, I will definitely be choked by her."

Yu Mo smiled and said: "Okay, I will help you pick the pot.

"But first you have to tell me what's going on at home. Why do you have to change a new pot just to make a bowl of clear soup noodles?"

"Alas..." Zhan Bo sighed.

Then he briefly explained to Nanfeng and the two about the four major factions besieging the love apartment.

"Later, some girls from the four major factions followed the guidance of an enthusiastic tenant and found 3602. Zi Qiao and Mei Jia had no choice but to climb over the balcony to our side.

"Originally, we thought we couldn't use violence against those girls, so we planned to monitor them at any time and wait and see what happens.

"Unexpectedly, Teacher Zeng suddenly broke out and shouted to shut up.

"We have lived here for so long, and I have never heard Teacher Zeng lose such a temper or shout so loudly.

"My sister didn't care to wait and see what happened, and rushed out with the telescopic swinging stick that Zi Qiao handed her. Wan Yu and I were worried that she would beat everyone to the ground in a fit of impulse, so we quickly followed her. "

Zhan Bo is still in disbelief when he thinks about Teacher Zeng's performance: "You haven't seen Teacher Zeng's fighting power when he is full of anger. His momentum is just like Optimus Prime turning on the backup hidden energy.

“It’s just an unstoppable force, and it’s a domineering attitude that makes you all a traitor.

"One person, with one mouth, forcefully forced the girls to apologize one by one, and they had to clean up the mess they made before leaving."

Nan Feng listened to this outrageous story with a strange look on his face.

He knew that Zhan Bo, an honest boy, could not lie. But he really couldn't imagine what the domineering and arrogant Zeng Xiaoxian in Zhan Bo's mouth looked like.

Yu Mo suddenly flashed his big eyes and asked curiously: "What happened next?"

Except for Yifei calling her a bitch when she called him from time to time to complain about life, she had almost no understanding of Zeng Xiaoxian.

Because of this, she was the one who enjoyed the story the most, unlike other people who knew Zeng Xiaoxian who looked like they couldn't believe it after hearing it.

Especially Zhan Bo's simple words made Yu Mo faintly hear the restless voice of a domineering woman who was strong but demanded that her other half be stronger than her.

If Zeng Xiaoxian could maintain this state for a month... no, it would only take 10 days and a half. In this case, Yifei's favorability towards him would probably have been maxed out.

It’s just that no one can have sex every day.

Pity.

"Then?" Zhan Bo scratched his head, "Then after we watched the girls apologize and clean up the house, we remembered that there was still noodles in clear soup cooking in the pot."

"So..." The bad omen in Nanfeng's heart came true.

"So, if we come back any later, we will not only have to buy a pot, but also a range hood."

Zhan Bo suddenly thought of something and quickly comforted Nanfeng: "But Nanfeng, don't worry, what's boiling in that pot is just a test product, and we still have a lot of raw materials left.

"Today we will definitely let you eat the noodles in clear soup you want to eat."

Nanfeng covered his face: "No, you better not say the word 'definitely' so stubbornly, so as not to get slapped in the face later."

Nanfeng finally understood it now, and he didn't know whether it was because the feng shui of the love apartment was bad or because the magnetic fields of their group were in conflict.

Things that could be easily solved in the first place are always completely messed up due to some external factors or random coincidences.

Fortunately, this wonderful pattern only happens in ordinary little things.

If something major happens that is closely related to everyone, although the process will inevitably involve twists and turns, the final result will still be a near miss.

Otherwise, Nanfeng would really have to consider whether the iPartment can be inhabited.

However, Yu Mo vaguely realized something was wrong: "Aren't there Ziqiao and Meijia in your suite? They can't stand the fire in the living room, right?"

Zhan Bo looked embarrassed.

Nan Feng and Yu Mo understood instantly.

Something happened again.

I'm coming.

In the past two days, the collection dropped from more than 300 to more than 200, and finally there were only more than 100 left yesterday. I guess there was no success and no one could find this book.

Back-orders and even orders also declined.

Although everyone wants to reach the sky in one step and become a god with one book, the author can only comfort himself by saying that he does not compete with the flow of water but competes with eloquence.

Set a small goal and a big goal. I hope that before I finish writing this book, I will have a four-digit number of follow-up orders and then a high-quality book, hahaha.

In short, the author will definitely write well.

I am also very grateful to everyone for accompanying me on this journey. Sweet Potato Pigeon is very grateful.

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