Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 56 A Morning of Thermal Explosion

The group walked through the corridor toward 3603, and the further they went, the stronger the smell of grease and burnt food danced around their noses.

Before everyone could even stand still at the entrance of room 3603, Nanfeng's voice, as always, came first: "Please come in."

The voice was deep and hoarse, like the strained, exhausted voice of someone who had eaten an extra-spicy hotpot last night and then sang rock all night at a karaoke bar.

Yifei pushed open the door and saw a table full of fried chicken, barbecue, and cola.

Nanfeng stared intently at the Original Recipe Chicken in front of him, his hands gesturing wildly with a knife and fork. Judging from his posture, he didn't seem to be about to devour it, but rather preparing to dissect the chicken.

"Teacher Nanfeng, you've gone too far! You're hiding here all by yourself, eating delicious food." Curry Sauce rushed in first, her mouth watering at the sight of the table full of fried chicken and barbecue.

She reached out to take a piece, but Nanfeng stopped her.

"Curry sauce, don't eat junk food like fried chicken and barbecue first thing in the morning."

Curry Sauce muttered somewhat indignantly, "But aren't you eating all this junk food right now?"

"It's obvious I'm not doing well right now." Nanfeng rubbed his swollen nose.

I have a cold.

"I recognized it!"

Yifei stepped forward angrily and glared at Nanfeng, scolding, "You have a cold, and you still dare to eat this junk food? Don't you want to lose your voice?"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. This is called fighting poison with poison. I used to do this when I was sick."

"What do you mean by fighting poison with poison? That's utter nonsense!"

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. Don't you know your own physical condition right now?"

Hu Yifei was very angry. If it were in the past, although Nanfeng spent most of his time practicing the piano, he came from a family of martial arts practitioners after all, and he did not miss any of the morning exercises or Tai Chi Eight Pieces.

It was precisely because of his excellent physical condition that he was able to sit in front of the piano for more than ten hours a day, like a madman.

Even if he had a bad cold back then, he could just go to sleep and be fine the next day.

But Nanfeng's physical condition is only slightly better than that of a normal person now. If he gets sick, he can't afford to overexert himself like he used to.

"Yes, Nanfeng, you should eat something light when you're sick."

Zeng Xiaoxian walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, saying, "Aren't there still a lot of sandwiches here?"

"I have a cold, my mouth tastes bitter and astringent, and bland food has no flavor."

"You can't eat this junk food! Don't you know it's all junk? You're planning to eat this for breakfast?"

"Of course not."

Nanfeng was actually quite smug: "How could I possibly have an irregular breakfast like you guys? My breakfast is always at eight o'clock without fail, okay?"

Meijia asked curiously, "So what did you have for breakfast?"

"Instant noodles, Sichuan pepper flavor."

Hu Yifei laughed in exasperation: "Instant noodles, fried chicken, barbecue—you eat nothing but junk food all day long. Are you planning to kill yourself today?"

"Exactly, exactly, these are all junk food," Curry Sauce subconsciously chimed in.

However, the fact that her eyes were fixed on the fried chicken, barbecue, and cola on the table, and that she kept swallowing her saliva while agreeing with them, made her seem rather unconvincing.

Nanfeng sighed and silently pushed a KFC family bucket in front of the curry sauce.

"Thank you, Teacher Nanfeng. You're so kind, Teacher Nanfeng." Curry Sauce instantly defected to Nanfeng's side.

Then Nanfeng greeted the crowd at the door: "You all slept so late last night, haven't you had breakfast yet?"

"I bought a lot today, would you like to have some with me?"

They looked at each other, and as they walked towards the dining table, they said, "This isn't quite right..."

"Yes, we're so sorry." Everyone found a chair and sat down.

Nanfeng was about to say not to be shy, but when she saw that everyone had already sat down and started sharing the food, she suddenly felt that she had worried too much.

"Yifei, what do you say?" Nanfeng handed over a piece of original recipe chicken. "Would you like some?"

"Tch, I don't eat this junk food." Yifei didn't even glance at the original recipe chicken, and was only focused on finding her gloves.

……

"It's not that I'm embarrassed, it's just that I really can't eat anymore."

"belch……"

The group sat around the messy dining table, burping uncontrollably.

"Eating this so early in the morning, what a calorie explosion!" Hu Yifei criticized.

"You're the one who criticizes the most harshly, and you eat the most too," Zeng Xiaoxian muttered under his breath.

"You bastard Zeng, don't think that just because I'm full I won't bother hitting you."

Hu Yifei waved her fist, but the fierce aura she had just built up was interrupted by her own hiccup.

Yu Mo laughed and joked, "You all don't understand. If Yi Fei eats too much, doesn't that mean Nan Feng should eat less?"

"Yu Mo understands me best."

"I'm not having it! Why can you all eat fried chicken, barbecue, and cola, while I can only eat steamed buns and pickled vegetables here?" Ziqiao complained while blowing his nose.

"Nanfeng is a patient, aren't you one too?" Meijia slapped Ziqiao's hand away as he reached for the fried chicken.

"Nanfeng ate quite a lot too."

Wan Yu cut to the chase: "Zi Qiao, if you're willing to spend so much money to buy a table full of fried chicken and barbecue, even if you're hospitalized and getting IV drips, we can't stop you from eating what you paid for yourself."

While Meijia wasn't looking, Ziqiao quickly snatched a fried chicken leg: "Well, I don't have any money."

At this moment, Zhanbo moved his chair closer to Nanfeng, who was using her phone.

"Nanfeng, are you... ordering lunch takeout?!"

Zhanbo looked up at him in surprise: "You weren't full yet?"

Nanfeng pointed to the mountain of chicken bones and bamboo skewers piled up in front of everyone, then looked down at the meager amount of food scraps in front of him.

His calm gaze seemed to be asking Zhanbo in return: What do you think?

Zhanbo looked back and saw the mountain of chicken bones in front of him, second only to Yifei's, and felt a little embarrassed.

A 1.9-meter-tall young man, if allowed to eat freely, could indeed lick the bottom of the pot clean.

"Can you order this extra spicy hot pot? I've been wanting to eat it for ages. Let's eat together, extra spicy and numbing!"

Wan Yu also moved her chair over from the other side and leaned closer, revealing a sweet and flattering smile.

Zhanbo chimed in, "By the way, this hot pot restaurant's spicy oil-flavored ice cream is said to have a really unique texture. Should we buy some and try it too?"

Before Yifei could even flick each of the two brilliant strategists on the head, Guan Gu, the honest man, couldn't stand it anymore.

"Are you guys putting in extra effort today to get rid of Nanfeng-jun? That's terrifying."

Ziqiao, munching on a steamed bun, grinned mischievously: "I think the two of them want to eat Nanfeng's banquet rather than hot pot and ice cream."

Hsiao-hsien jokingly added, "If there's going to be a banquet, please make sure to arrange for me and the kids to sit at the same table."

No one knew about Nanfeng's health condition, and they were all used to Yifei's habit of treating small things as big things.

It's just a minor cold. Even if he eats fried chicken, barbecue, hot pot, and ice cream, Nanfeng is a grown adult. Even if it gets serious, he'll just need to rest for a few more days.

So they joked around as usual.

Only Nanfeng was seriously considering the possibility of having hot pot and ice cream for lunch today.

"Extra spicy hot pot, plus extra numbing and spicy, one serving of chili oil ice cream per person, anything else?"

Nanfeng's words stunned Zhanbo and Wanyu.

"We were just joking, are you really going to eat it?"

"Yes, Nanfeng, how about next time, next time when you're better, we can eat together again."

"But I want to try it now."

He wasn't deliberately trying to kill himself; he genuinely wanted to eat these things.

Even the strongest person can become strange when they get sick.

"Stop messing around, all of you!" Yifei said, sounding a bit annoyed. "Nanfeng, aren't there any foods you can eat right now among the things you want to eat?"

Nanfeng nodded hesitantly: "Yes, there are some, but they're very troublesome to make, and you probably can't buy them anywhere else."

Snapped!

Yifei slapped her thigh, radiating an air of reckless confidence: "It's just food, how hard can it be?"

"Have a light lunch tonight, and I'll take care of dinner. Just tell me what you want to eat."

"As long as it's something you can eat right now, even if it's a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, I'll make it for you."

Seeing that Yifei had already said that, Nanfeng could only nod hesitantly.

"it is good."

Yifei grinned.

"Then let's have the Manchu Han Imperial Feast, since I've never had one before."

Hu Yifei: ? ? ?

Yifei's smile immediately shifted to everyone else's faces.

I said I could even make a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for you, so why don't you really let me make a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for you!

Do you even know what exaggeration means?

Nanfeng thoughtfully added, "You don't need to make illegal dishes like bear paws or monkey brains. Just make the other dishes."

I really want to thank you for being so thoughtful!

Hu Yifei's face twitched as she forced a smile, and there was a fierce look in her eyes that seemed to want to kill Nanfeng.

"Ouch, my thigh hurts so much from slapping it just now. It might be broken. I need to go to the hospital to be admitted."

Yifei clutched her thigh and cried out in pain.

The rest of the group burst into laughter, but Yu Mo quietly watched Nan Feng's triumphant smile.

That smile was exactly the same as when they ran down the mountain with their backs to the sunrise.

You were panting heavily from exhaustion, but he was teasing you and smiling at you.

You could clearly see the mocking and teasing tone in the smile on his face.

But when you see those overly bright and gentle eyes, all you can do is laugh along with him.

The trial run of signing the contract is over, and given the book's performance, there shouldn't be any more recommendations or traffic. After all, this book was signed after more than 100,000 words, so it's naturally at a disadvantage compared to others.

Anyway, the author can't find this book on the software anymore, I don't know how the new guys found it, hahaha.

In short, if people are willing to read it, I will write it well.

(End of this chapter)