Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 78 Yu Mo's Three Wishes

3601, Yifei and Meijia are preparing today's lunch.

As it turns out, no matter how regular your routine is, it only takes less than two days for it to crumble.

Yesterday morning, Yifei and Meijia managed to get up and buy breakfast, but today everyone in the apartment slept until one or two in the afternoon.

But this is good too. After everyone finishes lunch around 3 or 4 pm, they can just wait for Zeng Xiaoxian to come back around 9 pm to have a big meal at Xiao Nan Guo.

If he passes the audition, tonight will be a celebration party prepared for him, and everyone has even prepared a cake.

If he fails the audition, then...

Even if you fail, you can still have a big meal and eat cake.

The person who can get everyone together for a meal is not the TV host Zeng Xiaoxian, but Zeng Xiaoxian from Love Apartment.

"Sister Yifei, Sister Meijia, you two still don't look like you've had enough rest," Curry Sauce, who was helping out, asked.

It has to be said that Curry Sauce is indeed a good worker. Although she is a little clumsy, she is hardworking, positive and optimistic. Whenever there is a small thing she can do, she will shout "Let me do it!" and rush over to help.

For some reason, she always seems to have really bad luck. She keeps breaking things, like dropping this or that. On one particularly unlucky day, she bumped into a doorknob at a restaurant and the glass door shattered.

Meijia described Curry Sauce's current state as being possessed by the god of bad luck, and repeatedly reminded everyone in the WeChat group chat not to let Curry Sauce in this state do anything.

The young girl is healthy and energetic. Even though she stays up late, she still wakes up the next day full of energy, radiant, and without even dark circles under her eyes.

Yifei and Meijia, on the other hand, were yawning incessantly, as if their bodies had been completely drained.

Yifei questioned Yu Mo repeatedly, even though she couldn't sleep, after Yu Mo had quietly changed into a new set of underwear. Only then did Yu Mo have no choice but to tell her the truth.

However, the quick-witted Yifei simply did not believe the so-called truth that Yu Mo spoke of.

How could someone be drinking water and then spray it on another person's clothes twice in a row?

This is too outrageous.

Feeling that Yu Mo was hiding something, Yi Fei tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep despite being very tired. It wasn't until the sun rose that sleepiness finally overcame Yi Fei's overthinking.

As for Meijia, it was because she was angered by Ziqiao.

She went back to her bedroom and berated Lu Ziqiao for an hour and a half over the rabbit doll he had given her, without repeating a single word.

As she continued her tirade, she suddenly remembered that a comment she had made to Lu Ziqiao an hour earlier wasn't harsh or vulgar enough, so she simply started cursing him all over again.

He kept cursing until his head was spinning before he finally drifted off to sleep, even in his dreams he was still cursing Lu Ziqiao with a sobbing voice.

When I woke up, good heavens, my eyes were swollen like a goldfish's.

Yifei and Meijia looked at each other's weak appearance, then at the energetic Curry Sauce next to them, and could only sigh: It's good to be young, not only are you healthy, but you also have no worries.

No matter how big the troubles are, they can't compare to the happiness of eating six big meat buns in one go for curry sauce.

Yifei urged, "Alright, Curry, hurry up and knock on the door to wake everyone up. If we're any later, we won't even have lunch and will just have to wait for Zeng Xiaoxian to come back for a big meal on an empty stomach."

"Okay, Sister Yifei." Curry Sauce picked up a chopstick and pierced through the braised egg on the table. While eating, she ran to knock on Zhanbo and Wanyu's door.

As the figures came and went like the wind, the people from Love Apartment gradually arrived at the dining table.

Ziqiao yawned as he sat in his seat, looking around: "Where's Teacher Zeng?"

After talking with Nanfeng early this morning, he wondered if Nanfeng had drugged the ginger soup he drank, because he even dreamed about the words Nanfeng said to him.

So, although Ziqiao was still afraid of facing the unknown outcome, he decided to take advantage of everyone's presence to sincerely apologize to everyone.

Anyway, whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll get stabbed. Just like Nanfeng said, the result of apologizing will never be worse than not apologizing.

It's done!

Meijia sat next to Ziqiao, not even bothering to look at him.

Yifei checked the time: "At this time, Zeng Xiaoxian should be on his way to the TV station. Before the audition, he will probably need to put on makeup and do some other preparations."

"Huh?" Ziqiao was dumbfounded.

He finally made up his mind, thinking it was better to end the pain quickly than to suffer for a long time, but then Zeng Xiaoxian, the most crucial person, was not there. Now he can only apologize at dinner time tonight.

But the death penalty is not scary; it is the process of waiting for the death penalty that is scary.

I have to wait anxiously for at least another six hours!

Heavens above, earth below, kill me with your sword!

Since not everyone in the apartment had arrived yet, they weren't in a hurry to eat and instead chatted idly.

Yu Mo complained about the nightmare she had early this morning: "I dreamt that I was lying on a bed that was constantly shaking, and boxing champion Mike Tyson was wearing a sexy women's nightgown that looked very familiar to me. He said he was a golden-armored warrior who could grant me three wishes."

"Wait a minute." Wanyu interrupted Yumo, "There's too much information in what you just said. Let me sort it out first."

A constantly vibrating bed, boxing champion Mike Tyson, a woman's sexy lingerie, a golden-armored warrior, and Aladdin's lamp.

What is all this about?

Yifei, feeling guilty, drank her soup without daring to say a word.

The constantly vibrating bed is probably a sign that you can't sleep and keep tossing and turning.

Needless to say, sexy women's lingerie is a given, as for why it was worn by boxing champion Mike Tyson...

Qin Yumo, is this what you really think of me?

Yifei harbored resentment in her heart, secretly vowing that one day she would sleep in his bed, wear his clothes, use his skincare products, and seduce him... But that was too much of a loss for her.

It's all Zeng Xiaoxian's fault. He watches "Temptation of Going Home" every day, and I've memorized the plot.

"Okay, I've figured it out." Wanyu breathed a sigh of relief. "And then?"

"Then my first wish is to have a romantic love that is not bound by worldly conventions."

"Did that wish come true?"

"It happened. We met on the Titanic and fell in love at first sight. Despite the opposition from our families and society, we decided to be together."

"Later, when the Titanic was wrecked, I clung tightly to my lover on a small plank until we were swept away by the waves to a vast desert."

"In the end, my lover sacrificed himself, using all his own energy to help me get out of the desert."

"Wow, how romantic!" Meijia and Wanyu exclaimed with longing, and even Zhanbo's eyes were practically sparkling.

Why would a grown man like you have such aspirations?

Yu Mo sighed, "It is indeed very romantic... if my lover weren't a starfruit."

Everyone: ? ? ?

Yang, starfruit!

They fell in love at first sight, disregarding the opposition of their families and societal norms, and held onto their lover tightly, refusing to let go, until their lover sacrificed herself...

What was originally a romantic love story would suddenly become bizarre if the male protagonist were replaced with a starfruit.

Can you imagine Yu Mo desperately clinging to a starfruit during a shipwreck?

Ziqiao clicked his tongue in amazement: "What a romantic love story that is not bound by worldly conventions!"

This involves interspecies interaction, isn't that romantic enough?

Zhanbo's hopeful gaze instantly dimmed: "But isn't this too unrestrained by worldly conventions?"

"Otherwise, why would I say I had a nightmare?"

Yifei became interested: "Continue, continue. Now I'm curious about the remaining two wishes."

Yu Mo said with lingering fear, "Since love is so unreliable, I figured I'd just want money. So I wished for so much money that I could fill sacks and have a mountain of gold."

"Did your wish come true?"

"Of course, I had so much money that I could fill sacks with it, all in large denominations, that it filled my entire house."

Now everyone except Wanyu is envious.

"This isn't much money," Wanyu muttered.

Unexpectedly, Yu Mo actually gave Wan Yu a thumbs up: "That's right, it really isn't much, and it's pitifully little. All that money is in Zimbabwean dollars. Billions of Zimbabwean dollars are only equivalent to one yuan. I have to carry several sacks of money when I go to the street to buy an egg."

"Ah!" Mika exclaimed in surprise, "What about the gold mountain? Gold won't depreciate in value, will it?"

Yu Mo covered her face: "Gold certainly doesn't depreciate, but have you ever heard of Jingshan?"

"Is it that Jingshan Mountain, where the entire mountain range is hidden underground, with its summit less than a meter above the ground?"

"Yes, I never expected that he would actually give me a mountain of gold. The entire mountain range instantly filled the Mariana Trench, and I couldn't even dig it out."

"And what's the third wish?"

"The third wish..." Yu Mo was about to continue when her eyes were fixed on the doorway.

Everyone turned to look and saw that Nanfeng, Curry, and Guangu had arrived late.

"Guan Gu, what's wrong with you?" Yi Fei asked in surprise.

Guan Gu, who was walking at the front of the three, looked listless, with a dazed and confused expression. His mouth was turned down, making him look fierce and menacing.

He had a messy head that looked like a bird's nest, with several paintbrushes stuck out of his hair, and his body and hands were covered in paint of various colors.

Nanfeng shook his head: "He locked himself in his room and refused to open the door. He was muttering to himself inside, as if he was arguing with Mario. We had to coax him a lot before he finally agreed to come out and have a meal. But when we opened the door, this was the scene we saw."

"Is this... the latest performance art?" Wanyu guessed.

Nowadays, not many artists like to do performance art, and who knows, Guan Gu might suddenly start following the trend.

Hu Yifei boldly speculated: "I don't think so. It feels more like an early sign of Alzheimer's disease."

Her guess was indeed too bold.

In the end, it was Meijia, who served as Guan Gu's personal assistant, who revealed the truth: "Judging from his condition, he's probably stuck on his manuscript."

Ziqiao suddenly realized: "It means he can't draw anything."

"You're talking nonsense!" Guan Gu roared in fury. "I just have no inspiration."

"Sekiya, calm down."

After comforting Guan Gu, Nan Feng asked Mei Jia, "How many days are left until his deadline?"

"I'm not sure of the exact time, but it should be in the next few days," Mika said with a guilty look.

She's supposed to be Guan Gu's personal assistant, but yesterday she was so busy with Zi Qiao's affairs that she didn't notice Guan Gu's condition at all. That's incredibly unprofessional.

It's all Lu Ziqiao's fault.

Meijia stomped hard on Lu Ziqiao's foot.

"Ah!" Ziqiao cried out in pain.

Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Ziqiao could only force a smile and say, "I mean, inspiration isn't something you can come up with just by staying in your room."

"Guan Gu, let's eat first. Only when we're full will we have enough nutrition to keep our brains functioning properly. Maybe then we'll figure it out."

Guan Gu was forced back into his seat by Nan Feng and Curry Sauce.

"Let's eat first, and we can talk about it while we eat."

Guan Gu, lost in thought, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of food from the bowl, put it in his mouth, and began to chew mechanically.

"Guan Gu..." Mei Jia pointed to his empty bowl, "I haven't served you any rice yet."

Here it comes!

Let me give you an update on what happened yesterday.

Pigeon's uncle, aunt, and little aunt also came all the way down to celebrate Mom's birthday with her. With her brothers and sisters celebrating with her, Mom had a very happy birthday, and her face was smiling all day.

Although Pigeon and her aunt and uncle bought cakes, we felt that too many blessings were never enough, so we shared the extra cakes with our neighbors.

Thank you again for your support and blessings. Every act of kindness is like a small candle flame. Although it cannot illuminate the whole world, it is warm and bright enough.

The pigeon is extremely grateful and wishes everyone all the best, and also wishes everyone's parents happiness and joy.

Your friend, Sweet Potato Pigeon.

(End of this chapter)