Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 58 Technology Changes Lives

Nanfeng truly never imagined that one day she would go from being the one who patted someone's head to the one who was being patted's head; it really is true that fortunes change.

He raised his head slightly and met Yu Mo's eyes, which were as deep as the night sky. The smugness and joy in her eyes seemed to say: You little brat, you've finally met your match.

So what if I messed up your hairstyle back then? Is it really necessary to hold a grudge like this?

Is she planning to collect all the debts from those six days, one by one?

As Nanfeng's mind raced, he felt increasingly dizzy and asked a question instinctively.

"Did you...wash your hands just now?"

Yu Mo paused, her hand that was stroking Nan Feng's head.

Nanfeng sighed helplessly: "You should know that plastic gloves can't completely block oil secretions, right? You ate a lot of fried chicken and a family bucket of chicken earlier, so even if you wore plastic gloves, your hands would still be covered in oil."

Yu Mo: "..."

She angrily retorted, "I just wiped my hands."

As soon as Yu Mo finished speaking, Nan Feng sighed even more heavily: "Aren't you a beauty consultant? How come you don't know this?"

"If tissues could completely wipe away grease, then the market for cosmetics would have to be cut by at least a third."

Yu Mo withdrew her hand expressionlessly.

Nanfeng hurriedly tidied her messy hair.

"You didn't wash your hands either, did you?" she said defiantly, pointing at Nanfeng's hands.

Nanfeng nodded: "Yes, because I was eating with a knife and fork just now."

As he spoke, he picked up the only set of knife and fork on the table and gestured to Yu Mo.

The reflection of the knife and fork illuminated Yu Mo's charcoal-black face.

"Oh, and I was sick last night and didn't wash my hair... I don't know if it's your hands that are dirty or my head."

"That's enough, you win!" Yu Mo gave a thumbs up. "Where's the restroom? Can't I go wash my hands first?"

Nanfeng pointed in a direction, watching Yu Mo's distraught retreating figure, and leaned back in his chair, smiling silently with smug satisfaction.

And you still expect me to call you Sister Yu Mo?

If you want to take advantage of me, you'll probably need to gain more experience in the future.

But soon, he looked at the bones and bamboo skewers on the table and sighed.

A bunch of bastards ran faster than me, even though I wanted to run away and be a hands-off boss too.

In that case, from now on, we should eat these bone-in dishes in their suite.

……

After washing her hands three or four times, Yu Mo threw away the washcloth she was using to wipe her face and looked at the pipa hanging directly behind her, following the reflection in the mirror.

Unlike Wanyu, who had a certain understanding of art and music, she naturally couldn't see Nanfeng's clever idea of ​​dividing the suite into four types of musical instruments. However, this did not prevent her from sincerely praising the various exquisite musical instruments in the suite.

Yu Mo took the pipa from the hook behind her, feeling its slightly heavy weight, and tried plucking the strings.

Suddenly, a clear, melodious sound from a pipa rang out in the otherwise quiet, almost deathly silent suite.

After confirming that these instruments were genuine and could produce sound, rather than just decorative items displayed on the wall, she called out to Nanfeng in the living room.

"Nanfeng, are you proficient in playing all these musical instruments?"

Nanfeng replied with a heavy nasal voice, "I know a little about most of the instruments that can be displayed as decorations, but some instruments have been unused for so long that I'm probably rusty with them."

"You're really amazing," Yu Mo, a complete musical idiot, praised sincerely.

"It's nothing special. Once you've mastered one instrument, the music theory and playing techniques for other instruments will be easy to understand."

Nanfeng didn't think learning these things would be that difficult, or rather, with his almost superhuman talent in sound, it would be difficult not to learn these instruments.

Moreover, if you only learn how to play a musical instrument, then you are not even at the beginner level when it comes to real instrument playing; at best, it is just the most basic children's science popularization.

From beginner to expert, and from expert to master, even a naturally gifted athlete like Nanfeng has to practice diligently for more than ten years, putting in unimaginable sweat and experiencing unimaginable hardships before he can barely touch this threshold.

After all, anyone who strives in this direction is a genius among geniuses.

At this moment, this exceptionally talented individual, even more gifted than a genius among geniuses, is clumsily cleaning up the trash on the dining table with his hands—hands that have once played countless heavenly melodies—wearing heavy cloth gloves and holding a rag.

Yu Mo put the pipa back in its place and glanced around at the various musical instruments hanging on the wall until her gaze suddenly froze on a guitar on the wall.

Compared to other meticulously maintained instruments, this guitar looked rather pathetic. All the strings were broken irregularly, and the fretboard was bent into an eerie arc, as if someone had grabbed the headstock and swung the guitar to smash something.

The sides and bottom of the pickguard have more than a dozen sharp scratches and several large patches of paint peeling off. The nut on the outside of the pickguard, which is used to hold the strings in place, has also fallen off. There is also a dent about the size of the bottom of a bottle near the soundhole.

"You still keep this guitar?" Yu Mo stared at the broken guitar on the wall, as if looking back at her own dark history.

Nanfeng was still cleaning up the trash when he knew, without even looking up, which guitar Yumo was talking about: "I think this guitar is quite meaningful, so I kept it. Even if it can't be used, it's nice to have it hanging in the house."

"What's the point?" Yu Mo's eyes lit up like candlelight in the dark.

"I'm so glad I'm lucky, because my right hand didn't suffer the same fate as my left hand, which was hit by a bottle that just flew by out of nowhere."

"Besides, who knows, maybe a thief will break into the suite someday, and this guitar can be used to smash someone again. So letting it die a natural death would be making the most of its life."

The cold wind blowing from the south instantly extinguished the candlelight in Yu Mo's eyes.

He's such a grown man, how come I never hear a kind word from his mouth?

Absolutely outrageous!

"It's really ugly." Yu Mo muttered under her breath, looking at the incredibly ugly guitar in front of her. "This guitar was already ugly, but now that it's broken like this, it's even uglier."

"Nothing looks as bad as someone tearing apart a scumbag boyfriend that night and then drinking and crying their eyes out," Nanfeng added. "Guess why, even though you're so pretty, you got dumped? No guys at the bar tried to talk to you?"

"Because they all know you?"

"Because your makeup was ruined from crying."

"Nanfeng!" Yu Mo was instantly furious. This time, she didn't care about the guitar anymore and rushed straight to the kitchen.

At this moment, Nanfeng was admiring the fruits of her labor with her hands on her hips.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough... How do you think my wiping is?"

Nanfeng was just feeling tired, with a sore throat and a stuffy nose, but after washing the rag and getting it wet, she immediately started coughing.

He pointed to the gleaming table: "How is it? Clean? Not a speck of trash."

Yu Mo glanced at the marks on the table: "Have you never wiped the table before?"

Nanfeng said frankly, "This is the first time."

"So, what do you usually do?"

"Cough cough cough... I usually eat sandwiches, and my desk is always very clean."

"Even if I occasionally eat something with thorns or bones, I'll spit it into the trash can at my feet. This time, it's because everyone is sitting together eating, and I can't expect them to follow my rules just to accommodate me."

Nanfeng looked up proudly like a child: "Although I'm basically useless at housework, I'm very good at living on my own."

Yu Mo looked at Nan Feng in surprise, as if looking at a child who knew nothing: "Then what are you going to do, washing dishes, washing clothes, folding clothes, sweeping and mopping the floor?"

Nanfeng looked at Yu Mo with a bewildered expression, as if she were looking at an outdated old relic: "Miss Qin, it's the 21st century now."

"There are dishwashers for washing dishes, cough cough cough... washing machines for washing clothes, automatic folding machines for folding clothes, and even robot vacuums for sweeping and mopping the floor."

"This is what they call technology changing lives, cough cough..."

Yu Mo sneered: "Did your technology tell you how to clean a table covered in grease?"

"Yes, you should first wipe it with a cloth soaked in dish soap to make sure it removes the grease. Then wipe it again with a cloth soaked in water to remove the dish soap residue, and finally wipe it with a dry cloth to remove the water stains."

Nanfeng looked at the stunned Yu Mo and burst into laughter: "Cough cough... You're dumbfounded, cough cough cough..."

"I can use Baidu!"

Karvin

(End of this chapter)