Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 69 Princess, Please Get in the Car

Just as Zhanbo was about to continue explaining, Wanyu came running over pushing a stroller.

"Zhanbo, can you help me decide which brand of pepper powder is better?"

"Hey, Nanfeng, Yumo, you guys are shopping at the supermarket too?"

Wanyu greeted her warmly.

"Yes." Nanfeng looked at the various spices in the cart, not yet realizing the seriousness of the matter, and asked a question that he would immediately regret.

"Have they run out of spices at 3601?"

"Yes, Ziqiao has used up all the pepper and Sichuan peppercorn powder left at home by making tea. Sister Yifei told us to hurry up and go out to buy some more."

south wind:???

Yu Mo: ? ? ?

Did you drink it all after soaking it in water?

I've finished drinking!

What did Ziqiao finish drinking?!

Who finished drinking all the pepper and Sichuan peppercorn powder?!

With Nanfeng's hearing, he now even doubted whether he had misheard.

If I get sick, at most I'll just be asking for trouble by eating instant noodles, fried chicken, and barbecue, and even that will get me nagged by Yifei for ages.

But Ziqiao, not content with just food, has finally turned his attention to spices.

This is just too outrageous.

Yu Mo was helping Zhan Bo choose an iron pot when Wan Yu's words startled her so much that her hand trembled, and the heavy iron pot fell from her hands, hitting her toes hard.

"what!"

Yu Mo cried out in pain, her body went limp, and she was about to fall to the side.

Nanfeng swiftly reached out and caught Yu Mo's slender waist as she swayed.

There's no 360-degree spin like in idol dramas, no deep eye contact between a man and a woman, and the background music jumps straight into the climax.

There was nothing there.

Because Yu Mo was standing to Nan Feng's left, Nan Feng could only subconsciously extend his left hand.

As a result, Yu Mo fell with too much momentum, and Nan Feng's left hand was not strong enough.

She ended up falling hard on her bottom.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Nanfeng quickly pulled Yumo up with his right hand, put his arm around her shoulder, and shifted her weight towards him.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Yu Mo raised her right foot, which had been hit, high, and after a while, she tentatively touched the ground with her right toes.

"Hiss..." Yu Mo leaned against Nan Feng.

This time, Nanfeng finally held Yumo tightly, preventing her from falling again.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, just a pinched toe, nothing serious."

As she spoke, Yu Mo landed on her right heel and wobbled to her feet.

"Are you really alright?" Wanyu asked worriedly. "Won't that fall and break any bones?"

Yu Mo laughed and said, "It's just a big iron pot, it's not that exaggerated. At most, my toes will be swollen for a few days."

She beckoned to Wanyu, "Let's not talk about that now. Keep telling me what happened this time?"

Nanfeng said speechlessly, "You're in such a miserable state now, and you're still thinking about gossip?"

woman.

"What do you know? Gossip is a woman's nature!" Yu Mo glanced at Nan Feng, baring her teeth at him like a young animal.

Unfortunately, this cub is a panda cub. It doesn't look fierce at all; instead, it's rather adorably silly.

Anyway, Nanfeng seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.

"Wanyu, ignore him, just tell me quickly," Yu Mo urged.

Although Wanyu was worried that her words might cause Yumo to fracture his toe, she could only suppress her worries when she saw that Yumo seemed carefree and indifferent.

"This is a long story, it all started with the four major factions besieging Love Apartment... these four factions..."

Zhanbo interrupted Wanyu: "I've already told Nanfeng and Sister Yumo about the four major factions besieging Love Apartment. Now, the only part I haven't mentioned is Ziqiao."

Wan Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "In that case, it's easy to explain."

"Back then, we all ran to 3602, leaving only Meijia and Ziqiao in 3601."

"When Meijia saw that Ziqiao was coughing so badly, she decided to make him a large dose of cold medicine to suppress it first, and then take him to the hospital to see a doctor after the commotion from the four major sects had subsided."

"As a result, Meijia was in a hurry to go to the toilet, so she shouted for Ziqiao, who was delirious with illness on the sofa, to mix the cold medicine that Meijia had already put in the bowl and drink it down."

"Then Ziqiao got up in a daze, went to the kitchen, and used the bowl of spices that we had left over after we finished coating the cured chicken as a cold medicine and drank it."

Nanfeng was stunned for a while before realizing that the color of the cold medicine granules and the color of pepper and Sichuan pepper powder were indeed similar.

When a sick person is confused, they might actually make a mistake.

"Wait a minute?" Yu Mo still couldn't quite understand. "Those spices, pepper, and Sichuan peppercorns all have such strong smells, how come Zi Qiao didn't smell anything after boiling the water and just drank it?"

Nanfeng sighed and rubbed his stuffy nose.

He, who is also a patient, explained: "People with severe colds already have stuffy noses, and they can't taste anything in their mouths."

"Someone like Ziqiao, who didn't take his medicine or get his injections early in the morning, was chased around the apartment building, was on edge, and was sweating profusely, will probably only get worse."

"I reckon he was so delirious at that point that he could drink a glass of pure lemon juice from my fridge without even knowing what spices were infused in water. He would have gulped it down in one go."

Yu Mo nodded: "I see."

Suddenly, Yu Mo realized something: "Spices are spicy and irritating, and you shouldn't touch them when you have a cold. He soaked them in water and drank a whole bowl of it. Isn't that...?"

Zhanbo sighed, "Yes, when Meijia came out of the toilet, Ziqiao was coughing so badly that it felt like he was going to cough up his whole lungs."

"Meijia's tears fell like pearls on the spot. She hugged Ziqiao and cried loudly, no longer caring about the pot of noodles."

"So we not only lost the spices, but we also lost our pots."

Nanfeng and Yumo exchanged a glance. Yumo was unsure whether to be curious or sigh: "We're both sick, but it feels like their situation is so much more difficult than ours."

Nanfeng disagreed: "You enjoyed yourself as a scumbag before, so don't blame yourself for being sick and being hunted down now."

He sneered and looked down on them, but ultimately didn't say anything more hurtful.

If Nanfeng were to rank the mistakes he considers wrong in his life, then the fact that he foolishly made Ziqiao pretend to be a priest would definitely rank third.

The second thing is that I genuinely became good friends with this jerk.

"So how is Ziqiao now?" Nanfeng snorted coldly, but finally asked with concern.

"Guan Gu Curry has already taken the two of them to the hospital disguised, so there shouldn't be any more problems," Zhanbo replied.

Nanfeng felt a headache coming on when he heard the word "should".

Hopefully, there really won't be any more problems.

Yu Mo had initially thought she had had a pretty unlucky day.

While caring for a patient, someone sprayed water on my chest twice, soaking my entire outfit.

Listening to some gossip led to my foot being hit by an iron pot, and I also fell hard on my butt.

After learning about what had happened to everyone else throughout the day, Yu Mo felt instantly at peace.

Indeed, it is only through comparison that people can feel happy.

After recounting what had happened throughout the day, Zhanbo said, "Nanfeng, Sister Yumo, you two continue shopping at the supermarket."

"My older sister is still waiting to use the iron pot and seasonings, so we have to leave first after we finish choosing."

"Okay." Yu Mo pointed to the large pot that had injured him. "I've chosen the pot for you. This one is good. The material is nice, the surface is smooth, and the small bottom makes it easy to transfer fire. There's also fuel left."

"And I swear on my swollen toes, the quality of this pot is absolutely fine."

That's true. Even if Yu Mo's bones break, the pot might not break.

Zhanbo picked up the large pot and waved goodbye to Wanyu and the other two.

Watching Zhanbo and Wanyu disappear around the corner, Yu Mo turned to Nanfeng and asked, "Are we still going to the deli section to buy food?"

Nanfeng nodded: "Buy, not only should we buy, but we should buy even more."

"Not only do I need to buy what I plan to eat this afternoon, but I also need to buy what I plan to eat tonight."

Yu Mo smiled gently: "It seems you don't quite believe Yi Fei can make the clear broth noodles you want?"

Nanfeng explained, "Whether you believe it or not is another matter, but there are only two people in our apartment who can cook."

"One of them is currently developing a clear broth noodle dish, but it's unclear whether it will be successful."

"The other one is currently at the hospital with Ziqiao."

"Even if Yifei really manages to make that bowl of noodles, it's already this late. Do you think she can make enough noodles for all of us?"

"I can't possibly eat noodles while you all go hungry and order takeout, can I?"

Yu Mo tilted her head back, looking at this person who seemed completely unknown to her: "You're quite thoughtful, aren't you? How come you weren't this attentive when you were leading me on these silly adventures before?"

"The things I did with you back then were things I had never tried myself. Even if I wanted to be careful, I couldn't be careful."

Looking at the swaying woman beside him, Nanfeng was unsure whether he should help her up or not.

"Are you still able to walk in your current condition?"

"It should be fine." Yu Mo tried walking on her heels, and apart from her slightly awkward posture and slow pace, there were no problems.

"Of course, it would be even better if someone were willing to carry me on their back or hug me."

With her eyes full of allure, Yu Mo, as an older sister, began to flirt with her younger brother in an inappropriate manner.

Nanfeng frowned, as if he was really considering the feasibility of these two actions.

"You actually want to think about it?"

"She's still hugging and carrying me on her back, always thinking about nice things."

Yu Mo chuckled, "This princess can walk and jump on her own, I don't need a bodyguard to watch over me, and besides, you're sick yourself... Wait, where are you taking me?"

Nanfeng suddenly helped Yumo to the nearest wall and made sure she stood still. He simply instructed her, "Just stand here and hold onto the wall. Stand still and wait for me to come back."

As he spoke, he ran further and further away under Yu Mo's astonished gaze.

"Damn it! You should have told me beforehand where you were going! What do you mean by turning around and running away like this?"

Yu Mo stomped her foot in annoyance.

Yes, that's right, it was the right foot that was stomped.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Yu Mo leaned against the wall with one hand and covered her raised right leg with the other, almost crying from the pain.

"You stupid South Wind, you just left me like that for no reason, and you even said you'd wait for me to come back."

"Tell me how long I have to wait."

"Wait another 475 days?"

Yu Mo muttered under her breath, complaining and cursing, before finally letting out a helpless sigh.

She gritted her teeth and silently counted in her mind: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

"..."

"471, 472, 473."

Yu Mo stood on tiptoe, craned her neck, and looked around, trying to find that familiar figure.

"Four hundred and seventy-four...four hundred and seventy-four, you bastard!"

If her hands, pressed against the wall, had claws like Wolverine's, they would probably have left a deep scratch on the wall by now.

"Four hundred and seventy..."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

In the noisy supermarket, a voice seemed to whisper softly in Yu Mo's ear like a gentle breeze. She turned around abruptly, and Nan Feng appeared at the corner, pushing an oversized shopping cart.

Four hundred and seventy...five.

Nanfeng, you bastard!

You actually came back right at that exact number!

Bastard! Bastard!

Yu Mo cursed him viciously in her heart, wishing she could tear him apart alive.

Nanfeng pushed an oversized shopping cart, the kind only supermarket staff use to transport goods, and ran to Yumo in small steps.

He jokingly asked, "Why are you smiling so happily when you see me come back?"

"Look at you, you can't stop smiling."

"south wind."

"Um?"

"You bastard!"

"oh."

Nanfeng couldn't understand why Yu Mo would inexplicably curse at him, and he couldn't understand why someone would curse while laughing.

But these things shouldn't be important.

He proudly showed off the huge handcart he had borrowed, then gave Yu Mo a gentlemanly bow.

"Princess, please get in the carriage."

Yu Mo laughed until tears almost streamed down her face: "Whose princess rides in a stroller?"

Nanfeng smiled without saying a word, but simply gestured for him to enter.

Yu Mo gripped the hem of her white dress tightly with both hands.

Nanfeng bent down, used her right hand to exert force, and her left upper arm to support herself, trying her best not to use her injured left hand and forearm to exert force, and carried Yumo into the stroller in a princess carry.

It seems that even with an injured hand, she can still carry people in a princess carry without any problem.

Nanfeng was somewhat smug, smiling like a proud cat.

Yu Mo felt that Nan Feng's hug was really too forceful.

It was because of this much effort that even after sitting in the handcart...

I still feel dizzy.

"Hello, Ms. Qin Yumo, this is driver Chu Nanfeng. It's a pleasure to serve you. What is your destination?"

Nanfeng gripped the handcart tightly and winked at Yumo.

In that instant, Yu Mo felt as if the two of them had returned to those six novel and interesting nights.

Back then, I spent every day waiting in bars.

Waiting for this driver in the early hours of the morning, leading me towards a future that is both dark and bright.

"Can I walk around the supermarket three times before heading to the deli section?"

"Taking a detour is no problem at all." Nanfeng smiled.