Love Apartment: The All-Around Comedian

A series of even and powerful chopping sounds rang out, which was particularly pleasant to hear.

Culinary skills naturally include knife skills.

The food preparation is complete.

Heat oil in a wok.

Su Mingyang started stirring.

Instantly, a rich aroma filled the living room.

It even traveled through the balcony to suite 3602.

"Wow, this is delicious."

Su Mingyang tasted the scrambled eggs with tomatoes he had made and was moved by his own cooking skills.

One chopstick after another, it was impossible to stop.

He finished the whole plate in no time.

"Damn, there are still some dishes that haven't been cooked yet."

Su Mingyang then remembered that there were still two dishes to prepare, wiped his mouth, and continued working.

A short while later, Lin Wanyu returned and was surprised to see Su Mingyang busy in the kitchen: "Wow, it smells so good! Mingyang, are you cooking?"

"Yeah, Wanyu, how did your interview go? Have you eaten yet?" Su Mingyang turned and asked.

"I missed the interview." Lin Wanyu's expression was gloomy.

"what happened?"

"When I got off the subway, a young girl asked me to fill out a questionnaire about cherry blossoms. After I finished it, she invited me to visit their training center, so I went with her. When I got there, a middle-aged woman asked me a whole bunch of questions..."

"And then you missed the interview?" Su Mingyang interrupted Lin Wanyu, somewhat speechless.

"Mm." Lin Wanyu nodded.

"Well, okay, what's done is done. We can always look again," Su Mingyang comforted her, then asked, "By the way, Wanyu, have you eaten?"

"I just ate a hamburger, but the smell of your cooking, Mingyang, makes me hungry again," Lin Wanyu said a little shyly.

"Want to eat some more? You're so thin, you should eat more," Su Mingyang said casually.

"Okay." Lin Wanyu blushed slightly. These past few days, she had been eating much more than usual, following Su Mingyang's advice.

They also have a strong preference for high-protein and high-fat foods.

My weight has increased slightly.

While other girls are losing weight, she is trying hard to gain weight.

As for the purpose, it is self-evident.

Su Mingyang quickly cooked the remaining two dishes and told Lin Wanyu to wash her hands and eat.

Lin Wanyu wanted to invite Hu Yifei and Lu Zhanbo as well, but Su Mingyang told her that they weren't there.

The two sat down and began to eat.

"Mingyang, your cooking is amazing!" Lin Wanyu exclaimed after taking a couple of bites.

As a wealthy heiress, she had tasted all kinds of delicacies since childhood, and her family even had a top-notch private chef.

But she felt that neither of them tasted as good as the two dishes Su Mingyang made.

“Really? I think so too.” Su Mingyang smiled.

Most people would roll their eyes if they heard him say that.

However, Lin Wanyu felt differently; she only thought Su Mingyang was very confident and charming.

At the same time, she realized that this was only the second time the two of them had been alone together.

Chapter 32 This is intermittent for me.

As Lin Wanyu ate, she recalled the last time she was alone with Su Mingyang.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the balcony.

She looked up and saw that Lu Zi had actually climbed over from the balcony next door.

Su Mingyang also noticed it, and couldn't figure out what Lu Ziqiao was up to.

After Lu Ziqiao turned over, his nose twitched like a dog's, and then he went straight to the dining table in front of Su Mingyang.

"Hey Ziqiao, instead of taking good care of Happy Sheep and getting him to recover, what kind of tricks are you up to now?" Su Mingyang couldn't help but ask.

"That's the taste!" Lu Ziqiao ignored Su Mingyang and pointed at the two dishes on the table, his eyes practically gleaming with greed.

Su Mingyang and Lin Wanyu exchanged a glance, their large eyes filled with deep confusion.

"Mingyang, where did you get this food from? It smells amazing! I can smell it from my room," Lu Ziqiao asked, licking his lips.

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Su Mingyang asked, somewhat surprised.

I never imagined my cooking skills were so amazing.

"This isn't takeout; it was made by Mingyang," Lin Wanyu said with a smile.

"Mingyang, you made this dish! It's amazing! I didn't know you were a chef before," Lu Ziqiao exclaimed, looking at Su Mingyang expectantly. "Is there any more food? I'm starving."

"Sorry, that's all. I only cooked for one person. Wanyu just came back, and there wasn't enough for the two of us, so there wasn't any for you. Besides, didn't Yifei just prepare a KFC meal for you?" Su Mingyang shook his head.

"Ugh, don't even mention it. I was just about to eat when I smelled the aroma of your food. How could I possibly eat KFC? I just came straight here because of the smell. Never mind, I'll go see if Meijia has any leftovers."

After finishing his explanation with a bitter face, Lü Ziqiao slipped back to the next room from the balcony.

"Wanyu, let's eat quickly, or we won't have anything to eat when Lu Ziqiao arrives," Su Mingyang said to Lin Wanyu with a smile.

"Mmm." Lin Wanyu nodded.

She absolutely had to finish all the food Su Mingyang made.

A moment later, Lü Ziqiao returned from the front door carrying a large bowl of rice. When he saw the empty plates on the table, his face fell: "Damn, you two are too cruel! In just a short while, all the food is gone!"

"Burp~" Su Mingyang burped and laughed, "Who told you to be so slow? You should go back and eat KFC."

"Never mind, I'll just make do with this." Lu Ziqiao sighed, picked up the plate, and poured all the remaining soup into his bowl.

Mix it well and eat it.

"It smells so good." Lu Ziqiao shoveled rice into his mouth, a look of pure bliss on his face.

Su Mingyang and Lin Wanyu were speechless as they watched this guy eat.

"Hey, Ziqiao, I just heard from Mingyang that you're sick?" Lin Wanyu suddenly asked.

“Yes, depression,” Lu Ziqiao mumbled as he ate his rice.

"Depression?" Lin Wanyu asked suspiciously, glancing at Lü Ziqiao before smiling. "You don't seem depressed to me, Ziqiao."

Upon hearing this, Lü Ziqiao immediately became anxious, swallowed a mouthful of rice hastily, and said, "How can it not be like that? There are many kinds of depression, and mine is intermittent."

"I see." Lin Wanyu nodded with a blank expression.

Su Mingyang rolled his eyes at him.

Wanyu, you actually believe that?

Just then, the door opened, and Hu Yifei and Zeng Xiaoxian walked in.

"Ziqiao, so you're here! Zeng Xiaoxian and I couldn't find you when we got to your room." Hu Yifei said, then suddenly paused and exclaimed, "Why does the room smell so good with food?"

"I can smell it too, it smells so good." Zeng Xiaoxian sniffed twice, his expression utterly blissful, as if he were about to ascend to heaven.

"That's the lingering aroma from Mingyang's cooking. Yifei, Teacher Zeng, you're late," Lin Wanyu explained.

Secretly pleased: Hehe, luckily I came back just in time.

Lu Ziqiao added, "I have to say, Mingyang's cooking is really delicious, it's simply heavenly. After eating it, I feel that my depression has been relieved a bit."

"Really?" Hu Yifei looked at Su Mingyang with a strange light in her eyes. She walked to the dining table, frowned, and said, "But Ziqiao, where are the vegetables in this meal?"

The rice in Lu Ziqiao's bowl was greasy, and there wasn't a single vegetable leaf in sight.

"Hey, Yifei, you don't understand. The essence of a dish lies in its broth. It's incredibly flavorful and nutritious," Lu Ziqiao said, taking a bite of rice.

Su Mingyang suppressed a laugh; it was quite impressive that someone could describe eating leftovers in such a refined and elegant way.

"By the way, Yifei, is there something you and Teacher Zeng wanted to see me about?"

Chapter 33 Let's see who tricks whom!

　"It's like this, Ziqiao, we're still very worried about your depression," Hu Yifei said with concern.

"So we decided to do something to help you get better," Zeng Xiaoxian continued.

Upon hearing this, Lü Zi put down her chopsticks, let out a burp, and forced out two tears, feigning a sorrowful expression.

"I am so moved that I don't know what to say. Although I am a traumatized person, I don't deserve all this from you."

"Don't say that, it's all as it should be." Zeng Xiaoxian waved his hand.

"Hmm, what gift did you prepare for me this time?" Lu Ziqiao asked expectantly, then added as if he remembered something, "Nothing like Pleasant Goat."

Hu Yifei turned to look at Su Mingyang, two black lines appearing on her forehead.