Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 66 Recruitment Title

"Young man, let me tell you, you must be careful to exercise restraint when you are young."

"It's not just about taking care of your health, but also about not letting the other party know your limits."

"Men are like oxen plowing the fields, and women are like landowners with whips around their necks."

"You said that when an ox is young, it can plow three acres of land in one night, and when it gets old, it still wants you to plow three acres of land in one night."

"If you can't plow, she'll whip you and force-feed you medicine."

"How can anyone stand that?"

"Just listen to your older brother. When you're young, be more restrained, hide your shortcomings, and don't act recklessly."

"When you reach your older brother's age, you'll have it easier than I do."

……

The older brother earnestly taught Nanfeng his experience as someone who had been through it all, and even shared his supposedly secret beauty regimen that he only passed down to men.

Even if this older brother were to teach his own son in the future, he probably wouldn't teach Nanfeng as meticulously as he does now.

After all, as the father, the eldest brother would probably be too embarrassed to make three lewd jokes in one sentence in front of his son.

Nanfeng simply squatted quietly to the side, listening to his elder brother's endless speech.

Actually, he initially wanted to explain, but after being distracted by Ziqiao and Meijia's fleeing figures, the older brother never gave him another chance to explain.

Of course, the main reason was that Nanfeng himself was also enjoying listening to it.

After all, the older brother is a tough guy who can throw in three lewd jokes in a single sentence.

Humorous and witty, eloquent and talkative, he can chatter on and on for hours on his own, and his thoughts are always in order.

He looks like he comes from the teaching profession.

Moreover, without WiFi or mobile data, what would Nanfeng listen to if he didn't listen to this older brother telling stand-up comedy next to him?

You can't exactly listen to female customers and salespeople in lingerie stores discussing bra sizes, colors, and styles, or listen to the sound of fabric rubbing against their skin when they change clothes, can you?

That's way more perverted than listening to Big Brother tell dirty jokes.

"What are you all talking about?" Yu Mo asked curiously as she walked out of the store.

Nanfeng casually replied, "It's nothing, we were just discussing the use and maintenance of oxen."

Although Yu Mo was curious as to why two grown men would talk about such an obscure topic, she remembered what she read online: men can talk about anything, so she didn't think much of it.

"This must be your sister-in-law, right? She's quite striking."

The older brother praised him with a smile.

Even though Yu Mo has only applied simple moisturizer and sunscreen and is practically bare-faced, it still doesn't diminish the captivating beauty in her eyes.

Fortunately, his little brother was also a top-notch handsome guy; his pair of affectionate, peach-blossom eyes would have captivated countless female students in their high school.

In short, it can be summed up in two words: a perfect match.

only……

The older brother looked at the clothes that Yu Mo was wearing, which were obviously several sizes too big, and then at Nan Feng, who had a similar build to the clothes. He silently imagined a passionate scene, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, with the arrow already on the bowstring, ready to be released.

The older brother sighed.

Why don't young people know how to exercise restraint?

Upon hearing the words "sister-in-law," Yu Mo's brow twitched.

She reached out and pulled Nanfeng up, whispering in his ear, "What does 'sister-in-law' mean?"

Nanfeng didn't explain, saying that his older brother had misunderstood, and simply took the blame. He also lowered his voice and said, "If I didn't say you were my girlfriend, how would I explain your current situation?"

As he spoke, he tugged at Yu Mo's leather jacket.

Yu Mo nodded noncommittally.

"Let's go, let's go to the women's clothing store..."

"husband."

She called out in a sweet, coquettish voice, her eyes revealing the same mischievous glint in Nanfeng's eyes.

Nanfeng almost had a back injury from Yu Mo's shocking statement.

"Young people these days have such great relationships." The older man sighed, clutching his lower back.

Unfortunately, the final destination of a relationship is always deer antler, wolfberry, and epimedium.

Ignoring Yu Mo's wicked grin, Nan Feng exchanged contact information with his older brother before leading Yu Mo to a nearby women's clothing store.

Before leaving, the older brother solemnly mouthed the word "moderation".

Nanfeng could only nod awkwardly, afraid that Yumo would discover their conversation.

It will be troublesome to explain it later.

After waving goodbye to his older brother, Nanfeng and Yumo walked towards the women's clothing store.

"So you've been chatting with this guy the whole time?"

Yu Mo teased, "You didn't peek, did you?"

"Of course not," Nanfeng said decisively.

In fact, there was no need to peek. Apart from seeing it with his own eyes and touching it with his own hands, Nanfeng already knew everything he needed to know.

Having excellent hearing can be a problem.

Fortunately, Nanfeng has a poor memory; he usually forgets this kind of news as soon as he wakes up.

Otherwise, even if he had 10 brains, he wouldn't be able to remember everything he hears every day.

Seeing that Nanfeng spoke with such certainty and didn't seem to be faking it, Yu Mo smiled with satisfaction.

"Mr. Nanfeng, you got my clothes wet, and considering I've been taking care of you all day, shouldn't you take some responsibility as a man?"

Nanfeng's lips twitched: "If you want me to pay for your clothes, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush."

"So, what are your expenses for today...?"

"I'll pay, okay?" Nanfeng said helplessly. "But let's make it clear beforehand, I can't afford clothes that are too expensive."

Yu Mo gave an OK sign: "Don't worry, I just want to take advantage of the situation, I haven't thought about eating the lamb yet."

Nanfeng certainly believed that Yumo was not that kind of person, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed so readily.

"Then the clothes you just bought..." Nanfeng hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Yu Mo snorted: "You don't need to pay for this."

As she spoke, she strode forward quickly.

"Yu Mo..."

"Let's go."

"Yu Mo..."

"I already told you you don't need to pay for that."

"Yu Mo." Nan Feng ran up and grabbed her. "I meant to say you've gone the wrong way. The women's clothing store is to the left."

"Huh? Oh..."

Yu Mo smiled sheepishly at Nan Feng and quickly turned away.

"I meant turn left..."

Yu Mo asked in surprise, "Aren't I turning left right now?"

"You're turning right."

"Left...right..." Yu Mo looked at her hands and then realized what was happening.

"Um..." Yu Mo gestured guiltily with her hand, "Besides being a little nearsighted, I'm also a little bad at directions."

Nanfeng smiled enigmatically: "I can tell."

Now Yu Mo could only lower her head and follow behind Nan Feng.

……

Nanfeng led Yumo to a women's clothing store.

Although there are quite a few shops selling women's clothing in Love Apartment, this is the one that Yifei mentioned the most before, so the style and quality should not be too bad.

Yu Mo, understanding that Nan Feng was ill, didn't let him come with her to choose clothes, but instead had him wait in the legendary men's waiting area.

Nanfeng had been complaining about the lack of WiFi and mobile data, saying it was incredibly boring.

But now that he's actually connected to WiFi, he's not really interested in playing on his phone.

Perhaps patients are just being dramatic.

Nanfeng leaned against the wall, closing her eyes to rest.

His symptoms weren't coughing or sneezing, but rather a sore throat and fatigue.

A drowsy mind always makes it hard to concentrate.

Nanfeng's thoughts began to wander.

I wonder if Teacher Zeng has overcome his camera phobia?

Nanfeng believes that if Teacher Zeng is given enough time, he should be able to gradually overcome his fear of the camera.

The problem is that he doesn't have much time left. Tomorrow night is his audition day, and it all comes down to this.

If he misses this opportunity, he probably won't even know if he'll ever have another chance.

And is Sister Yifei even capable of making that bowl of clear broth noodles properly?

Although that thing sounds complicated, in this day and age, neither cured chicken nor a dozen kinds of spices are rare things.

If all else fails, she can buy ready-made chicken powder and use it to knead dough.

As long as she doesn't stubbornly insist on starting from the step of bleeding and wax-drying the chicks, there shouldn't be any problems.

……

Is she really that stubborn?

Nanfeng couldn't figure it out for a while, after all, if Yifei got stubborn, not many people could persuade her.

It's just a bowl of clear broth noodles anyway, so even if I can't make it, it won't matter much... right?

Nanfeng sighed.

Perhaps I shouldn't have impulsively ordered this bowl of clear broth noodles today.

He knew perfectly well that even if Yifei miraculously managed to make him an identical bowl of clear soup noodles, it would be impossible.

I probably won't be able to taste the flavor I remember.

Nanfeng clutched the pendant on her chest, her thoughts seemingly drifting back to a long, long time ago.

Even though his memories from that time are now blurred and indistinct, and he can no longer make out the figures in his memory, he still remembers the echoing sounds in his ears and the feelings that arose in his heart.

A smile crept onto Nanfeng's lips. He opened his eyes, and the ornately decorated clothing store before him clashed violently with the cozy little house in his mind.

Amidst this intense conflict, Nanfeng was brought back to reality.

He looked at the dazzling array of women's clothing and wondered when was the last time he had been to a women's clothing store.

That must have been more than ten years ago.

Back then, I was just like now, sitting obediently in the waiting area.

It seems that if you just wait, a beautiful melody will sound in your ears.

[Nanfeng, do you think Mom looks good in this outfit?]

"Nanfeng, do you think this outfit I'm wearing looks good?"

Nanfeng suddenly turned around, and Yu Mo, dressed in a white dress, looked at him with a bright smile.

Seeing that Nanfeng didn't reply, Yu Mo twirled around in front of Nanfeng, her long skirt and sleeves swirling, making her look like a fluttering white butterfly.

"How is it? Isn't it so beautiful you're speechless?"

How about it? Isn't it so beautiful it leaves you speechless?

Time seems to intertwine here, forming a loop.

Nanfeng seemed to see a woman as serene and aloof as the moon bending down to gently stroke a boy's head, leading him step by step toward a distant past.

He looked up and saw that Yu Mo had walked up to him at some point.

She bent down, her beauty as lovely as peach blossoms, her smile as radiant as a flower.

Daily writer's block

(End of this chapter)