Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

As the enthusiastic noodle-making mobilization came to an end, this bowl of clear soup noodles, which had been busy from morning to night, was finally served to the table.

Select the best dried chicks and apply them with more than ten kinds of seasonings, then grind them into powder, knead them into dough, and finally roll them into noodles.

Pour water into the pot, wait until the pot has just boiled, add the rolled noodles, sprinkle some salt to make the noodles more chewy, and add a few drops of olive oil to make the noodles smoother and less sticky.

After the noodles are cooked, soak them in pure water to enhance their toughness.

Then drain the soaked noodles into a bowl and pour a large spoonful of the delicious fish soup that has been simmered for a whole day without leaving any bones.

Finally, sprinkle with a few chopped green onions to garnish, and you have a delicious bowl of noodles in clear soup.

Well...in theory it should be like this.

At the dining table, everyone looked at the steaming bowl of clear soup noodles in front of them, with expectant smiles on their faces, but no one moved their chopsticks first.

The expectant smile was staged for Yifei. Only the look in everyone's eyes when their eyes met was the true thoughts in everyone's heart.

Perhaps it's because the time we've spent together is not that short, and they can even understand what the other person wants to say in their eyes and movements.

[Eat, you guys should eat, Yifei is watching from the side. 】Zeng Xiaoxian placed his chopsticks on the table, pointing directly at Yifei.

[We must eat it, but who will be the Shennong to help us taste it first to see if it is poisonous? 】 Nanfeng looked around.

[Is it necessary to say that it is an exaggeration to taste poison? The appearance here does not look very good. 】Curry Sauce Use chopsticks to pick out the crystal clear noodles in the milky white soup.

[Nonsense, the reason for the good-looking appearance is that most of the noodles are made by Sekiya and I, but what's the use of just having a good-looking appearance? Who knows whether this noodle is edible or not. ] Meijia held her cheeks with both hands, and pointed at herself and Guangu implicitly with her two index fingers.

[Zhan Bo, Wan Yu, haven’t you been helping me all the time? How about this? Can you eat this noodles? ] Guan Gu looked at Zhan Bo and Wanyu.

[Both of us who were helping didn’t dare to use chopsticks first, which means we weren’t sure either. ] Zhan Bo and Wanyu looked at each other, half nodding and half shaking their heads in Yifei's blind spot.

[I don’t want to eat anyway. I am a seriously ill patient. I hung up three bottles in the hospital today. Please spare me. 】 Zi Qiao gently tapped the needle hole on the other hand with his index finger, his eyes full of prayer.

Yu Mo couldn't read other people's eyes, but she obviously knew her good sister's cooking skills very well. She also said with a fake smile how good it smelled and how beautiful it looked, but she couldn't move her chopsticks.

"Eat, why don't you guys eat? It's going to be cold if you don't eat noodles." Yifei's smile was a little stiff.

Although everyone's little actions were done quietly and away from Yifei's sight, you, a large group of people, said a lot of nice things, but in the end, not a single person moved their chopsticks.

How stupid I am!

Everyone's eyes turned to Nanfeng.

【This bowl of noodles is what you ordered! ! ! 】Everyone’s eyes were quite firm.

Nanfeng sighed, picked up the chopsticks, and searched the bowl for a while.

There is no iron wire for washing pots, no hair strands, and no other messy things.

Clear the Minesweeper game.

Nanfeng picked up the noodles and slowly put them into his mouth under everyone's expectant eyes.

"How is it?" Yifei asked anxiously before Nanfeng could enter.

"Um?"

Nanfeng looked at her face and then glanced at Hu Yifei suspiciously, as if he was surprised by her extraordinary performance.

Nanfeng didn't say anything more, but faced Yifei's expectant eyes, picked up another chopstick and put it into his mouth.

"I'll praise you after I finish eating." Nanfeng took another sip of soup and said calmly.

Except for the ecstatic Hu Yifei, everyone else looked at me and I looked at you.

Could it be said that Yifei's level today is quite good?

Yu Mo became the second warrior, and she also picked up a mouthful of noodles and ate it.

"Yifei, the noodles you make are so delicious." Yu Mo gave Yifei a thumbs up and started to drink the soup.

Ziqiao didn't believe this evil, so he tasted the noodles carefully.

"Yes, Yifei, you are very good at it." Zi Qiao directly picked up the bowl and started drinking the soup.

Seeing this, the remaining people also started using their chopsticks.

Almost as soon as the noodles came into my mouth, all kinds of compliments came out of my mouth.

"Delicious, so delicious."

"This is the best noodles I have ever eaten in my life."

"Yifei, you have worked hard, you should try it quickly."

"Yes, this noodles is so delicious. The taste will change when it gets cold. Eat it quickly."

"..."

In an instant, the entire 3601 was filled with praises for Yifei. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, sharing the joy of tasting delicious food.

Yifei was so excited by everyone that she took a chopstick of noodles and ate it while everyone looked at her expectantly.

Then she almost spat her face out.

"Bah! This stuff tastes so bad!"

The moment the noodles enter your mouth, the bitter and salty taste hidden under the delicious fish soup bombards your taste buds like ten thousand rock singers holding a concert on your tongue.

If it hadn't been in front of so many people, Yifei would have vomited this thing that could be considered a dark dish right away.

She gulped down the soup, washing away the bitter and salty taste that was deeply rooted on her tongue.

Yifei now understood why each of these bastards only focused on drinking soup after finishing the first bite of noodles.

Seeing that the last unlucky guy had fallen into the trap, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to tell the truth.

"It's so unpalatable, it's so unpalatable to me." Yu Mo's eyes were dull, "I don't plan to eat noodles for the next six months."

"It tastes terrible. It feels like someone has brushed layers of bile on your tongue." The curry sauce gave a fair evaluation.

Meijia looked hopeless: "Oh my God, I saw you all eating with gusto. I really thought this noodles were delicious. I took a big mouthful and almost couldn't help but spit it out. "

"If you really squirt, I don't have to eat." Wanyu, who followed Meijia before using her chopsticks to eat noodles, looked depressed.

"That won't work. I can't suffer this in vain. The more people I can deceive, the more I can do it."

As Meijia spoke, she quickly took out a lollipop from her pocket and put it in her mouth to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth.

"I'm the unluckiest, okay?" Zeng Xiaoxian complained, picking at the gap between his teeth and taking out a small piece of manicure in front of everyone's disgusted eyes.

"I've inspected your noodles several times today to make sure there are no messy things like hair or wires in them. I didn't expect that your noodles actually have these things in them!"

"Hahahaha, Teacher Zeng, you are in a good mood today." Everyone covered their stomachs and laughed.

The fact is that the noodles that Yifei made today were indeed extraordinary, but it was a pity that they did not go up, but went down.

Everyone who was coaxed to happily eat the so-called "unparalleled noodles" felt extremely regretful at the first moment, but they adhered to the principle of "since you have already suffered, then you will cheat one more" In terms of tactical thinking, they can be said to have performed the best acting skills in their lives.

The final result was in line with everyone's expectations. Everyone fell into this trap of hurting the enemy a thousand times and losing eight hundred to themselves.

Of course, this group of people obviously does not include the last victim we tasted, and the maker of this "unparalleled noodle": classmate Hu Yifei.

Hu Yifei, a classmate, fell into deep self-doubt. She picked up the noodles and observed repeatedly: "It shouldn't be. It doesn't look wrong. Why does it taste so bad?"

Guan Gu, who is the most knowledgeable in cooking, gave the answer: "You should have added too much noodle base. If you add too much noodle base, it will turn yellow and bitter. But because the dough is originally mixed with chicken powder, it will become It’s yellow, so you didn’t know it for a while.”

Guangu said, and he himself was confused: "But I couldn't taste the fresh, salty, and bitter taste for a while. It always felt like too much MSG... Yifei, Did you put MSG in the dough?”

"How is that possible? I still have this bit of common sense. How can a normal person pour MSG into dough?" Hu Yifei felt that Guan Gu was seriously doubting her IQ.

"That's right." Guangu was even more confused now, "Then what's going on?"

Zeng Xiaoxian asked Yifei: "In addition to the things in the dough making tutorial, what else did you add to the flour?"

"It's just chicken powder. The essence of this bowl of clear soup noodles is that chicken powder is mixed into flour and mixed with noodles.

"Later, there was too much flour and too little chicken powder... so I added some chicken essence."

"Chicken essence?!" Everyone exclaimed.

"What's the problem?" Yifei looked confused, "I saw in TV commercials that chicken essence is made from chicken powder. I didn't have enough chicken powder and I didn't have time to make it again, so I had to pour in chicken essence."

"Yifei." Guan Gu patiently explained while rubbing his temples, "Chicken essence and chicken powder are not the same thing.

“The main ingredient of chicken essence is not chicken, and it can even be said that chicken powder only accounts for a very, very small proportion of the ingredients of chicken essence.

"The main ingredient of chicken essence is MSG...how much chicken essence did you put in it?"

Yifei raised a finger: "A full spoonful."

"A spoonful? That shouldn't be the case."

"It's the spoon."

Following the direction of Yifei's finger, everyone looked at the large spoon hanging in the kitchen that was used for making soup and cooking, nestled next to the spatula.

"Nani?!!"

Everyone turned their heads stiffly and looked at Yifei. Fortunately, this large spoonful of chicken essence was mixed with such a large ball of dough, otherwise Yifei would have really sent them all to the hospital.

After all, if the sodium glutamate in chicken essence is excessively consumed in a short period of time and the body cannot metabolize it in time, it may cause acute poisoning.

Just when everyone was amazed at Yifei's unique talent in cooking, Nanfeng's simple four words shocked them even more.

"I'm done eating."

Everyone looked around and saw that the Nanfeng Bowl was empty.

Only then did everyone remember that when they were all cheating people to eat noodles, Nanfeng never stopped using his chopsticks.

They thought that Nanfeng was really willing to kill himself in order to trick everyone into eating noodles. This was already considered as a loss of eight hundred to the enemy and eight thousand to himself.

As a result, Nanfeng actually finished the entire bowl of noodles now?

Zi Qiao asked tentatively: "Nan Feng, what do you think of the taste of this bowl of noodles?"

He seriously suspected that Nanfeng's taste system was malfunctioning.

"It tastes terrible, but it's delicious." Nanfeng replied honestly.

When everyone heard this, their eyes darkened.

It’s over. It’s not that this person’s taste system has failed, it’s that his brain has been messed up by this bowl of noodles.

"What are you looking at?" Nan Feng couldn't help but laugh.

Yifei asked worriedly: "Nanfeng, are you very sick now?"

She felt nauseated after eating this bowl of noodles. How could a normal person still say it was delicious after eating it all?

"I'm fine. I guess I'll be fine tomorrow after I get some sleep tonight."

Nanfeng knew what everyone was worried about, so he just said lightly: "Why do you think that unpleasant and delicious must be antonyms?"

Yu Mo asked curiously: "What else can it be if it's not an antonym?"

"You all know the story of Zhu Yuanzhang's bowl of pearl, jade and white jade soup. The so-called pearl, jade and white jade soup was actually a bowl of swill soup, but it didn't affect Zhu Yuanzhang, who was fainting from hunger, thinking it was the most delicious soup in the world.

"This bowl of noodles is the same."

Hu Yifei's face darkened: "Are you trying to say that the noodles I made are also slop?"

[Zeng Xiaoxian: Wrong, the swill pig can still be eaten with gusto, but the noodle pig you made will have to shake its head after eating it. 】

Logically speaking, Zeng Xiaoxian would not let go of any opportunity to ridicule Hu Yifei, but if he said what he was thinking now, it would not only anger Hu Yifei, but also the petty Nan Feng.

Nanfeng smiled and said: "That's not what I meant. What I wanted to say is that it is true that the noodles taste terrible, but it is also true that it is delicious to me.

“Sister Yifei, I have never eaten noodles that taste so bad, but it’s true that I haven’t eaten delicious noodles in many years.

"Thank you."

Nanfeng's tone was very sincere, so sincere that one could tell it was not a lie, but this sincerity made everyone fall silent.

What kind of memories could support him to eat such a bowl of unpalatable noodles.

Nanfeng's eyes looked at Yifei, but it seemed that he was not just looking at Yifei.

His gratitude seemed to be addressed to Yifei, but it also seemed to be addressed to the vague shadow in his memory.

[Thank you, thank you very much. 】

Even though the taste of the noodles can be said to be completely unrelated, the slight similarity is enough to bring back those memories that I thought were forgotten and warm the patient Nanfeng for an entire night.

He still remembers that whenever he was sick when he was a child, his mother would always cook a bowl of clear soup noodles for Nanfeng. He had actually forgotten the taste of that bowl of noodles, but Nanfeng could still remember the gentle whisper in his ear. .

【South Wind Nanfeng will grow up quickly and conquer the world without any disease or disaster. 】

Later, in his memory, when he was sick, it was no longer the bowl of noodles with clear soup.

But when I was sick, my father would remember that he was a father and not a strict piano teacher.

Only when you are sick can you escape from the piano, play, make trouble, and eat what you like, even so-called junk food like fried chicken and barbecue.

Did I really love eating these junk foods at that time? Nanfeng didn't know.

But Nanfeng knew that eating these would make him recover more slowly and make him sick longer.

Then Dad will always be Dad.

Later, and later...

Later, Nanfeng no longer wanted to let himself get sick.

…

Yifei didn't know what Nanfeng was thinking. She was already moved by Nanfeng's sincere gratitude.

She choked and said, "Nan Feng, do you really think the noodles I make are delicious?"

A smile appeared on Nanfeng's lips: "Really."

"In that case, then...

"Then you should finish my bowl."

In an instant, Nanfeng's pupils dilated, while the eyes of others lit up with a dazzling light at the same time.

"This, this is not good." Nanfeng laughed dryly.

"What's wrong? Avoid wasting it." Yifei pushed the bowl of noodles in front of her to Nanfeng.

"Yes, yes, it would be a shame to waste it."

"And I have this bowl. If you think it's delicious, just eat more."

"Don't worry, there's nothing else tonight, face care is enough."

Looking at the nine bowls of noodles pushed in front of him, Nanfeng picked up the chopsticks mechanically, facing everyone's malicious eyes, and helplessly uttered two words.

"goodbye."

Nanfeng didn't even have time to put down his chopsticks, and ran directly over the wall from the balcony.

Just kidding, if you can eat one bowl of this thing, you can only rely on your memories to survive. How about nine more bowls?

His body will be completely cold when the sun comes up tomorrow morning.

Whoever likes it can eat it, but I can’t eat it anyway.

If a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall, I will retreat!

"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed.

Of course, they can't really want Nanfeng to eat all the noodles, but since you, the kid, suppressed your misfortune and let us all be deceived into eating the noodles one by one, how can we give you a chance to act like a winner? Are you laughing at us for falling into your trap?

If this didn't play tricks on Nan Feng, everyone might have to get up in the middle of the night and be angry for a while before going back to sleep.

Now that we have arrived at the iPartment, it is only a matter of time before someone is tricked and someone is tricked.

Yifei looked at the nine bowls of noodles on the table and asked a little abruptly: "He ran away, what should we do with the remaining noodles?"

3601's lively laughter stopped abruptly.

"What else can I do? Just throw it away."

For the remaining people, you look at me and I look at you. In the end, it was Zi Qiao who stood up and made the decision.

"Can you guys do it? Nanfeng can finish it, but you can't eat it?"

"Nonsense." Zi Qiao sneered, "Did Nan Feng eat noodles? What he ate was his stories and memories. Can this be the same?"

"That's right." Yifei nodded, but in the blink of an eye he was in trouble again, "But it's so late now, what should we eat if we don't eat noodles?"

Yu Mo said: "Nanfeng and I bought a lot of cooked food just in case. We put it in the large refrigerator of 3603 and heat it in the microwave before eating."

Yifei was now satisfied: "You two are still thoughtful."

Xiaoxian mocked: "Is that thoughtful? That's because I didn't expect you to do this well from the beginning, idiot."

Hu Yifei raised her eyebrows and was about to have a few words with Zeng Xiaoxian when she was interrupted by Yu Mo.

Yu Mo hugged Yifei's arm and said coquettishly: "Okay, it's already so late, so don't argue with Teacher Zeng anymore. Everyone is starving to death, and I really don't want to listen to you two talking about cross talk."

Meijia also stood up and began to give orders: "Girls are responsible for pouring the noodles, washing the dishes, and tidying up the kitchen.

"Boys, hurry up to 3603 to get food. Put the cooked food in the microwave to heat it up. There are microwaves in all three suites. Don't be stupid and heat them all here.

"Let's act. If it's any later, we'll have to eat late night snacks."

Yu Mo reminded: "By the way, there are a lot of snacks, beer and so on in the refrigerator. Bring them all. I plan to watch a movie with Yifei tonight. Why don't we all come together? I won't go to work tomorrow anyway."

"Watch a movie? Okay, okay." Except for Zeng Xiaoxian, who had to work the night shift, and Zi Qiao, who was seriously ill and planned to go back to sleep, everyone else agreed unanimously.

"You're not planning to leave tonight?" Yifei looked at Yu Mo in surprise, "Also, I've been wanting to ask you just now, where did you get this dress?"

Yu Mo pushed Yifei to work in the kitchen: "Okay, I will tell you these things honestly when I go to bed tonight.

"Just let me stay one more night, good sister..." Yu Mo said delicately.

"It's so disgusting. You can live here if you want. Can I still drive you away?"

Although Hu Yifei said she was disgusted, in fact she was the most addicted to this trick. Even though she knew that if she let Yu Mo stay, something would happen again tomorrow, no matter how Yifei thought, she had no legitimate reason to refuse.

And it’s true that she and Yu Mo haven’t seen each other for a long time.

Hey, something doesn’t feel right when I think about it this way.

We're obviously in the same city, but I haven't seen you come to see me much before.

The bastard who values ​​sex over friends!

"Yifei, you are the best."

Having achieved his goal, Yu Mo immediately let go of the useless Hu Yifei, ran to the balcony and shouted to 3603: "Nanfeng, do you want to watch a movie with everyone tonight?"

"No, I have to dub in the dubbing studio tonight."

Nanfeng's voice came faintly: "But you can come over and move my projector away. It will be more atmospheric to watch movies with this one."

Hu Yifei looked at Yu Mo with a rippling face and sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, a special alert sounded in the WeChat Moments.

Yifei opened her circle of friends, and there was a post just posted by Nanfeng.

[Nanfeng knows what I mean]: Unparalleled noodles!

The accompanying picture is a photo he took at some point. Nanfeng, who was sitting at the end of the table, took a picture of everyone looking forward to it while holding bowls of noodles.

The light, shadow and composition of the photo are very ordinary, but just looking at the photo, it seems that there is a burst of laughter ringing in your ears, and when you suddenly realize, the joy has transferred from the photo to the corner of your mouth.

Yifei smiled. As soon as a like message appeared, the smile on Yifei's lips suddenly faded, and finally she sighed helplessly.

On the right side of the like heart-shaped logo, an ID suddenly appeared.

【Dream to Xizhou】.

…

[Dream to Xizhou]: Are you sick?

Nanfeng looked at the information in WeChat and looked at the time in surprise.

It was only what time, and this busy man was actually free.

[Nanfeng knows what I mean]: Yes.

It wasn't that Nan Feng was cold, it was just that he really didn't know what to say to her.

The last time the two of them chatted was on his birthday ten months ago, and the conversation was very sparse.

[Blowing Dreams to Xizhou]: When I’m free, I’ll go home and cook noodles in clear soup for you.

available? When will you be free? I don’t know if you will be free to attend my funeral on the day I die.

go home? Where is home? Are they the houses that are big enough for just me and the cooking aunt?

Cooking noodles? You haven't been in the kitchen for more than ten years, right?

All kinds of hurtful words like children emerged from Nan Feng's heart. He took a deep breath, got rid of all distracting thoughts, and tried his best to prevent the seeds of resentment from continuing to grow between the two of them.

[Nanfeng knows what I mean]: Okay, Aunt Gu.

Nanfeng watched helplessly as the name at the top of WeChat changed to [typing].

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...ten minutes...

There was still no news coming from the other side, only the unchanged [Inputting] at the top still proved that the person opposite did not just read his reply and throw it aside.

[Blowing Dreams to Xizhou]: Yes.

Nan Feng smiled and put the phone aside. He took off the pendant on his chest and held it firmly in his hand.

The pendant opened with a snap, and inside was a family portrait of three people.

My husband is the most typical sunny handsome guy, bright and enthusiastic, even just seeing his smile makes you feel like he is shining brightly.

Your wife is as cold as the moonlight, cold and lonely, but as long as she stands there quietly, your eyes can only tolerate the moon.

But both the sun and the moon, they are smiling like children at this moment, their eyes are full of tenderness and sweetness.

Only the real child had a straight face, like a little academic who was not easy to get along with.

Nanfeng's fingertips gently touched the photo, feeling a surge of regret as he had done thousands of times before.

…

If I had known that this was the only photo of the whole family together, I should have smiled more.

The end of the extremely good noodle chapter.

More updates, more updates, a 6,600-word chapter, focusing on a swordsman who can't sleep overnight.

Tomorrow I need to sort out the lines of the new chapter. The most painful part of each chapter is the beginning of the chapter, the transition in the middle, and the ending at the end.

Yes, there is no place that is not painful.

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