Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 57 South Wind Orders, Yi Fei Assigns Troops

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

Just as Hu Yifei would never miss an opportunity to mock Zeng Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian also liked to kick her while she was down whenever he saw her get the short end of the stick.

"A Manchu Han Imperial Feast, my foot! If she could actually make a decent feast, we in 3601 wouldn't be eating fried rice every day."

Yifei sneered: "Don't worry, once you're gone, I'll personally make you a feast with eight cold dishes and eight hot dishes."

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

Watching Yifei and Xiaoxian bicker like a pair of lovebirds, Yu Mo asked in surprise, "Do those two have to fight like this all day long?"

Meijia waved her hand, signaling Yumo to calm down: "They've always been like this, they argue three times a day."

Yu Mo was somewhat surprised to hear this, although it was normal for Yi Fei to have such a fiery temper and argue with people every day.

It's not surprising that Teacher Zeng couldn't stand her domineering attitude and would retort to her every day.

But if they argue this frequently every day, how can Teacher Zeng still sit here unharmed and fearless, continuing to mock Yifei?

On the one hand, it proves his courage is commendable, and on the other hand, it definitely shows that Yifei showed mercy.

really interesting.

"Tch." Hu Yifei couldn't argue with Zeng Xiaoxian because of her irrefutable lack of cooking skills, so she directed her anger at the culprit, Nanfeng.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender, snow-white arms that could take down three Nanfengs, and slammed her hand on the table, making the entire surface tremble and creak.

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

"What would you like to eat?"

Nanfeng seemed to be thinking of something, and subconsciously reached out and gripped the pendant that was pressed tightly against her chest.

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

"Clear broth noodles? That's all?"

Yifei smiled dismissively: "What's so difficult about that? I'll take care of it for you."

"Can't you just let me finish?"

Nanfeng put his hand to his forehead. He was already feeling listless today, and suddenly he felt that communicating with Hu Yifei would be a very difficult thing.

"Whether you say it or not, it's all the same. A bowl of clear broth noodles, how difficult can it be?"

"These noodles are made from the finest young chicks, which are bled, waxed, coated with more than a dozen seasonings, ground into powder, kneaded together with the dough, and then pressed out together."

"As for the clear broth, there's nothing special about it. But the fish soup that Ziqiao and I made from the fish we caught in Dianshan Lake last time tasted pretty good."

"Hiss... this is what you meant by just a bowl of plain noodles in broth?!"

Hu Yifei was furious: "Are you still deliberately making fun of me?"

"After I finish making the clear broth noodles, do you still want me to buy you 10 pounds of lean meat, 10 pounds of fatty meat, and 10 pounds of tender cartilage, and then chop them all into minced meat?"

"Never mind then, I'll just have my spicy hot pot and red oil ice cream."

Nanfeng was about to open her phone to order takeout.

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

If Nanfeng were to develop brain hemorrhage due to overeating and drinking during a cold, I wouldn't be able to explain it to his grandfather.

"If I make you that awful clear broth noodle soup, will you promise me you won't eat any of this weird stuff and will get plenty of rest when you're sick?"

Hu Yifei resigned herself to her fate. So what if it's troublesome? I, Hu Yifei, am capable in both formal and informal settings. Surely I can handle a simple bowl of clear soup noodles?

"Not exactly." Nanfeng looked at Zeng Xiaoxian, who was watching with amusement, and asked, "Teacher Zeng, have you overcome your camera phobia?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked embarrassed.

Nanfeng immediately understood: "It seems things aren't going well, Teacher Zeng. You should know that you have your audition tomorrow night."

"There are less than 48 hours left. You'd better get ready. After we finish lunch, I'll give you a good training session."

Hu Yifei waved her hand dismissively, thinking that the more debts one has, the less worries one has, and simply took on the matter herself: "You don't need to worry about this. Leave it to us. Your most important task today is to get some rest."

Nanfeng frowned; he didn't really like being treated like a patient. But he also knew that Yifei wouldn't listen to him on this matter.

Before Nanfeng could say anything more, Yifei had already begun to deploy her troops.

"I'll assign some tasks: Zhanbo and Wanyu will make me clear broth noodles, and Guangu and Curry will be responsible for solving Zeng Xiaoxian's camera phobia."

"Meijia, please take care of Ziqiao. Yumo, could you please take care of Nanfeng for me?"

"Does anyone have any questions?"

"Me, take care of Nanfeng?" Yu Mo was momentarily at a loss for whether to be surprised or secretly pleased.

"Yes, you take care of Nanfeng and keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't do anything reckless."

If possible, Yifei would certainly not want Yumo and Nanfeng to have too much contact, but unfortunately, what she lacks most right now is someone who can keep an eye on Nanfeng.

She realized that when Nanfeng was sick, he was just a capricious child, and she should never expect him to stay quietly in the house to recuperate.

Looking at the people in the apartment, Wan Yu and Zhan Bo, this pair of clever and mischievous, only know how to fool around with Nan Feng. Guang Gu is easily fooled. Curry Sauce is Nan Feng's little apprentice. Mei Jia has to take care of Zi Qiao.

After much thought, even if Yu Mo couldn't keep an eye on Nan Feng, she still had to let her give it a try.

Besides, given their situation, it's unrealistic for them to keep avoiding each other.

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

Yifei still has a lot of faith in Nanfeng's ability to handle this situation.

"Oh well."

Yu Mo agreed almost without much hesitation, or rather, this was exactly what she wanted.

"Any questions from the others?"

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

"Very good." Yifei nodded in satisfaction.

"Since everyone has no further questions, I hereby announce..."

"I have one last question."

Nanfeng interrupted Yifei, pointing to the messy dining table with a pleading look: "Since you ate my food, shouldn't someone help clean up my table?"

……

3603 instantly fell silent.

"Ah, Ziqiao, you need to hurry to the clinic to see a doctor and get your medicine after you finish eating. Let's go, I'll take you there." Meijia pulled the cold-stricken Ziqiao away first.

"Idiot, we're not going to the clinic. We need to go back to 3602 to change our clothes and put on masks, sunglasses, and hats."

"It's not that I'm afraid of infecting others, it's that the two of us are already on the front page of the Love Apartment website. If I don't do something to disguise it, I'm afraid I'll be squeezed to death by other people's eyes."

Listening to the sounds of Meijia and Ziqiao coming from the corridor, Zeng Xiaoxian and Hu Yifei looked at each other.

"Oh no, there are less than 48 hours left until the audition! Guan Gu Curry, we need to hurry up and prepare! Time is life! Go! Go! Go!"

Zeng Xiaoxian pushed the bewildered Guan Gu away, and Curry Sauce followed halfway before turning back, grabbing the remaining half bucket of family bucket, and running away.

Yifei muttered to herself, "Let me think about it carefully, which step should I start with to make this clear broth noodles?"

"Which step should we start with?"

Lost in thought, she slipped from the dining table to the living room, and then from the living room to the outside of the suite.

"Yifei, wait for me, I'll help you think of something."

"Hey sis, I'll help you out."

Almost instantly, the once bustling 3603 was left with only Nanfeng.

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 under his breath, "A bunch of ungrateful bastards, they all just left like that. Next time I'll definitely eat alone in front of you guys, just to make you all jealous."

As soon as Nanfeng finished speaking, another voice drifted over: "Who said they've all left? Aren't I still here with you?"

He then remembered that there was another guest in the suite who was not in room 3601 or 3602.

Yu Mo was sitting to Nan Feng's left. She was slowly wiping her mouth with a tissue, her deep black eyes staring at Nan Feng with a half-smile.

"Yu Mo, you didn't leave?"

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

"And what did you just call me?"

"Yu Mo."

"Yifei and I are classmates, and I'm actually a few months older than her. You call her 'Sister Yifei,' but you only call me Yumo?"

Nanfeng was momentarily speechless. He tentatively asked, "Then... Sister Yumo?"

Yu Mo smiled and stood up abruptly, continuously shortening the distance between them under Nan Feng's astonished gaze.

She reached out and patted Nanfeng's head.

"Good girl."

(End of this chapter)