Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

Towards evening, the elders of the Chu family finally came back.

Nanfeng's grandma said with a kind face: "The children are all hungry. Grandma will cook New Year's Eve dinner for you."

"No need grandma, the three of us have already prepared the New Year's Eve dinner."

Wanyu raised the corners of her lips and said with a very impressive look.

They had already discussed before that there was no need to talk to the three old people about Wanyu's bodyguard, so the three of them simply took the credit for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Anyway, the three old people don't know whether they can cook.

"Oh my god, you guys are so capable."

Nanfeng's grandma held Wanyu's hand and couldn't stop saying nice things.

Compared to Mr. Chu, her mouth is much more eloquent.

Nanfeng's grandma didn't even see Wanyu and the others' achievements, and she was already praising Wanyu and the others to the point of embarrassment.

The old man also looked pleased with this: "This is much better than my eldest grandson.

"If it were him, let alone cooking for us, I wouldn't have even tasted a fart!"

"Grandpa, your taste is very unique now."

Before the Nanfeng people arrived, the voice came first. He folded his arms and teased with a smile: "It's not that my grandson is unfilial. It's just that I didn't know you had this habit before."

"Your grandpa's!"

The old man cursed loudly, but it felt wrong to say it.

He glared at Nanfeng fiercely: "Don't force me to quarrel with you on New Year's Eve."

Nan Feng made an OK gesture. He was not in the mood to quarrel with the old man on such a good day.

"Nan Feng, you are back."

Wan Yu and others greeted him happily, but it was obvious that his hands were empty, and the three of them began to be confused again.

Zhang Wei asked bluntly: "Nanfeng, where is your luggage?"

"Luggage, what luggage?"

Nan Feng was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands with an annoyed look on his face and said, "Damn, I actually forgot to bring my luggage again!"

Guangu adjusted his glasses when he heard this, with a look of astonishment on his face: "You went to the Magic City and spent most of the day just to get your luggage, but you didn't get your luggage back?

"Then what did you do when you went up there?"

"Forehead……"

He rubbed his chin: "Yes, then what did I do when I went up?"

Under the astonished gazes of the three people, he chose to skip the topic directly: "Forget it, it's not important. Let me see how the preparations for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner are going?"

Wanyu smiled strangely: "I guarantee your satisfaction!"

She happily led Nanfeng and others to the kitchen and showed them today's results.

"Okay, okay, the children are so good at their craftsmanship. They are so colorful and delicious."

Nanfeng's grandma smiled from ear to ear when she saw the sumptuous meal in front of her. She was not happy because of how well the food was cooked, but she was moved by the thoughtfulness of these children.

"The children have worked hard, go and have a rest.

"When the old lady comes back, we can heat up the food and have the New Year's Eve dinner together."

The four people from Nanfeng said in unison: "We are also here to help."

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Nanfeng's grandma stroked the heads of Nanfeng's four people lovingly, and the love in her eyes almost turned into reality.

The old man stood aside and muttered: "You have said 'OK, OK, OK' all day long. I don't know how many times you have said it."

"Smelly old man, what do you know?"

Nanfeng's grandma laughed and scolded: "This Chinese New Year, as long as the family is together, everything will be fine."

"Yes, everything you say is right."

The old man laughed and shook his head. Suddenly he leaned over and smacked his wife in the face.

"Old crooked man, there are still so many children here."

Nanfeng's grandma was ashamed and annoyed: "You are still so immoral at your age!"

The old man held the hand of his wife who had been with him through thick and thin for decades: "This Chinese New Year, as long as the family is together, everything is good."

He raised his eyes slightly and asked the four juniors in front of him who had "I'm done" written all over their faces: "Are you right?"

"right!"

The four people responded in unison, and then they burst into laughter.

"Since what I said is right, then why don't you hurry up and get married?"

The old man smacked his wife in the face again, then looked at the four of them with disdain, and chuckled disdainfully.

"Four singles."

The laughter in the kitchen stopped abruptly.

…

When the old man came back, several people helped to heat up the food, and today's New Year's Eve dinner had begun.

"Happy New Year's Eve, kids."

Before the New Year's Eve dinner started, the old man and Nanfeng's grandmother looked at each other and each took out red envelopes from their pockets.

The red envelope in Grandma Nanfeng's hand was obviously thicker than that of the old man. It was obviously given on behalf of herself and the old man.

The old man smiled cheerfully and said: "This is your lucky money. I wish you good luck and wealth next year and all the best."

Faced with the good intentions of the three elderly people, Wan Yu and the others were very firm in their refusal at first, but could not stand the elderly people's attitude and became even firmer.

After many pushes and shoves, the three of them could only accept it temporarily and leave the money in the old house when they went back.

As for Nanfeng, he happily accepted the red envelope and obviously had no intention of returning it.

After all the juniors present accepted the red envelopes, the old man rubbed his hands and reached out to the old man.

"Dad, where is my new year's money?"

"You are really becoming more and more shameless."

The old man spat: "In our place, only unmarried people have always been able to get New Year's money. How dare you ask me for money when you are already a grandfather?"

"Look at how stingy you are."

The old man snorted a few times, and then said: "If you don't give me the New Year's money this New Year, you have to make me drink a few sips of wine, right?"

Nanfeng's grandma immediately said dissatisfiedly: "You don't know what your physical condition is now, and you still want to drink!"

The old man said angrily: "The doctors have said that I can drink some alcohol in moderation. How can you not let me drink a drop like you?"

The old man rolled his eyes at his son: "We don't let you drink. If you don't go to Xiaoyuan to drink, you will almost drink up all the stock in Xiaoyuan."

"Depend on!"

The old man cursed in a low voice: "I knew this grandson was dishonest behind his back, but I didn't expect that he would secretly sue me. Wasn't he just drinking some of his treasured wine?

"Let's see how I deal with him in the next few days!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man swung his cane out: "I don't let you drink too much, it's for your own good. You brat, you don't know what's good and what's good!"

The old man looked dissatisfied, but he did not dare to say anything more.

After all, today is also New Year's Eve. It would be outrageous to start a quarrel with my old man and chase each other one after another.

Seeing his pitiful look, Nanfeng's grandma also softened her heart a little: "Dad, look at this New Year guy, how about... let him drink some?"

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded quickly towards the old man.

The old man looked at his hopeful son with drooping eyes and snorted: "Forget it, let him drink a little."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The old man laughed proudly. He looked at Zhang Wei and the others and asked, "Do you three know how to drink?"

"Yes." The three of them nodded in unison.

"That's great."

The old man became even more happy when he heard this: "Drinking alone is too boring, but it is fun only if you have company.

"How about you three join me for a drink?"

Facing the old man's warm invitation, the three of them had no reason to refuse.

They looked at each other and agreed, "No problem."

So the old man hurriedly urged his wife to get the wine she had locked away.

At this time, the dumplings Wan Yu and Zhang Wei had worked so hard to make were finally put on the dinner table by Nanfeng.

Looking at this plate of weird and horrible dumplings, everyone fell silent for an instant.

Wan Yu and Zhang Wei lowered their heads with guilty expressions, not daring to look directly into the eyes of others.

When they were making dumplings, they unexpectedly experienced the joy of making clay figures when they were children.

So throughout the dumpling-making competition, their creativity and imagination were unleashed.

But the time for happiness is limited after all.

The two people who woke up from their happiness saw their table of "masterpieces", and their silence was very much like Xu Zhimo's Cambridge that night.

And when this "masterpiece" was grandly placed on the dinner table, Wan Yu and Zhang Wei's silence turned into a social embarrassment.

Sekiya, who had been mentally prepared early, realized at this moment that he was still not mentally prepared.

Looking at the plate full of dumplings that could hardly be called dumplings, he silently took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

But the silence between the old man and the old lady seemed deafening.

The old man's originally kind smile was still on his face, but it had become extremely stiff.

"This dumpling..."

He hesitated to speak, and finally pressed his temples helplessly.

The old man is too old to see dirt in his eyes.

The old man was even more stunned. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the plate of dumplings on the table with disbelief.

He pointed at the dumplings and then at Nan Feng, who looked innocent.

Finally, the old man couldn't help but look up at the sky and sighed: "What a misfortune for our family."

Wan Yu and Zhang Wei heard this. They all raised their heads and looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces.

The old man looked at Nanfeng and said sarcastically: "They are all young people in their twenties, look at Wanyu's cooking skills, and then look at yourself.

“It’s really only through comparison that there is a gap, and it’s still a huge gap!”

Nan Feng suddenly looked stunned.

The old man also sighed and said: "Nan Feng, if we really don't know how to cook, why don't we force ourselves?"

"Wait a minute!"

Only then did Nanfeng realize what they meant. He also pointed at himself in disbelief: "You don't think I made these dumplings, do you?"

"Who else could have done it if it wasn't you?"

The old man blew his beard and glared: "Three of Wan Yu and the others have prepared a big table of New Year's Eve dinner that is both delicious and delicious. How can they still prepare a plate of dumplings?"

The old man also shook his head and said: "As good as you are at making dumplings, don't always laugh at Yifei's cooking skills in the future. You yourself are not much better than others."

"I……"

The south wind wants to cry but has no tears.

I don't know how to cook, but no matter what, I won't wrap dumplings like this.

Nan Feng is inexplicably taking the blame. I could only glance at Wan Yu and Zhang Wei.

"Wanyu, Zhang Wei, you two don't want to say anything?"

Just from the small actions of these three people, he knew who was the culprit of this plate of dumplings.

Not only did you make me take the blame, but you also tarnished the reconciliation I had made before!

The old man heard this and looked at Wanyu, Zhang Wei and Guan Gu. He said gratefully: "Children, considering Nanfeng and Yifei's cooking skills, they must have received a lot of care from you in the magic city. I am here Thank you."

Wan Yu and Zhang Wei became even more embarrassed.

Speaking of taking care of them, Nanfeng takes care of them much more.

"Old man, actually..."

Wan Yu paused, then she narrowed her eyes and smiled flatteringly: "Actually, it's not easy for Nanfeng to make dumplings like this for the first time. Everyone should be tolerant to him."

Seeing Wan Yu say this, Zhang Wei also nodded heavily and said: "After all, this is Nanfeng's first time cooking dumplings. It's understandable if he has a little innovation and his own ideas."

[In the inner world, Wan Yu and Zhang Wei stood together, looking apologetically at the tightly tied Nanfeng opposite. 】

[Wanyu smiled awkwardly at Nanfeng, she cupped her hands and said. 】

[Nanfeng, we don’t want you to take the blame in a subjective sense. Didn’t you just happen to bump into it? 】

[We have bumped into each other, so just sacrifice yourself to make things easier for me and Zhang Wei. 】

【love you. 】

[Wanyu said and made a gesture to Nanfeng. 】

[Zhang Wei also nodded heavily and said. 】

[Compared with Wanyu and I losing face together in front of our elders, it would be better for you to lose face alone. 】

[Anyway, you are your grandson and great-grandson. No matter what, it will not affect the two elders' opinions of you. 】

[The tightly tied Nanfeng's eyes were about to spit out fire. He whimpered and wanted to say something, but his mouth was tightly stuffed with a rag, making him unable to make any sound. 】

[Amidst Nanfeng’s angry whimpers, Wan Yu and Zhang Wei pulled out a huge black pot from nowhere. 】

[Then they put the blame on Nanfeng's head with a cynical look on their faces. 】

At this moment, Nanfeng was even more unbelievable when he heard Wan Yu and Zhang Wei blaming each other.

【You two! ! ! 】

"Guan Gu, what do you think?" Nanfeng looked at Guan Gu with his last hope.

"I think... Nanfeng, at least you still have a lot of room for improvement.

“And the appearance of the dumplings doesn’t necessarily affect the taste, right?”

In the pleading eyes of Wan Yu and Zhang Wei, Guan Gu chose the minority to obey the majority.

The old man looked pleased: "Nanfeng, you are so lucky to have such a group of good friends who understand you."

"yes……"

Nanfeng gave a stiff smile: "I am really lucky to meet you!"

The three of them smiled sheepishly.

Although Nanfeng was a little angry, he did not expose them.

In the end, Wan Yu and Zhang Wei just wanted to save some face in front of their elders, and if they were the ones making the dumplings, they might have to explain to the old man why their dumplings were made like this and why their New Year's Eve dinner was done so well.

Nan Feng doesn't like taking the blame, but he hates trouble even more.

But it's okay, these three guys will write it down in their little black book later.

【snort! 】

Nan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and gave Wan Yu and the other three a few dumplings with a bright smile.

"No matter what, you should all try the dumplings [I] made."

Nanfeng's tone was gentle, but there was a bit of toughness that could not be rejected.

The three of them looked at each other, then smiled dryly and nodded.

The old man hummed and said, "Why didn't you think of picking one up for your grandpa?"

"No hurries."

Nanfeng said without looking back: "Let them try it first. When these three white mice are finished and there is no problem, I will give them to you and Grandpa Zeng."

"It's really not easy to be your friend and help you taste this." The old man sighed obediently after getting an advantage.

"What do you think?"

Nanfeng looked at Wanyu and the others.

"No, how could it be?"

Zhang Wei said flatteringly: "Being Nanfeng's friend is simply the luckiest thing in my life."

"That's right."

The remaining two nodded repeatedly.

Nanfeng nodded with satisfaction and urged: "Then why don't you try it quickly?"

The three of them looked at the dumplings in their bowls and fell into deep thought.

The appearance shouldn't affect the taste... right?

The three of them looked at me and I looked at you, but no one was willing to use their chopsticks first.

Although they didn't know how this dumpling tasted, they really couldn't put such a strange thing into their mouths.

However, as Nanfeng's eyes became more "kind", the three of them looked at each other, closed their eyes and put the dumplings into their mouths.

The next moment, the three of them spit out the dumplings in their mouths.

Guan Gu, the best cook, quickly asked: "Wanyu, you... can you help me judge whether this pork has not been cooked with cooking wine?"

Wan Yu thought about it carefully, and it seemed that she had never performed this step before.

"It seems that there really isn't..."

She lowered her head in embarrassment.

Nan Feng sneered.

He just knew it.

Even Wan Yu and Zhang Wei can make dumplings like this. If they can make the meat filling without problems, they won't be named Chu!

Seeing this, the old man gloated and said, "Fortunately, I didn't use my chopsticks. I knew you couldn't eat such ugly things."

Nanfeng curled his lips: "Then you just wanted me to pinch you?"

"This, this is a test of your filial piety!" the old man stammered.

The old man took a dumpling and tasted it. He quickly waved his hand: "Nanfeng, not only did you not remove the fishy smell, but it was also salty and bitter.

"It's not that my family doesn't support you cooking for the first time, but you'd better throw away this plate of dumplings quickly. If you eat any more, our family will have to go to the hospital to celebrate New Year's Eve."

"Okay." Nanfeng picked up the plate of dumplings and left.

When he came back, grandma had taken out the locked wine, and the four old men had started drinking it happily.

With the old man’s continuous cheers, the lively New Year’s Eve dinner finally began.

Nanfeng looked at the empty seat specially reserved next to him and sighed silently. But in a flash, he happily started chatting with everyone again.

No matter what, today's New Year's Eve dinner is the most lively in Chu's house in more than 20 years.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this atmosphere that the old man, Wan Yu, Guan Gu, and Zhang Wei all got drunk.

Originally, Nanfeng's grandma wanted to give them some advice, but since they were celebrating the New Year, she thought about it and let them have fun.

Anyway, after the physical examination in the past few years, my wife's health no longer has any major problems, and drinking a little more wine will not cause any problems.

After three rounds of drinking, the old man, who was somewhat in a daze, held his wife's hand and laughed.

"I liked you back then because I liked your beauty.

“I didn’t expect that after decades, you would become more and more beautiful.

"Beauty, give me a smile."

Nanfeng's grandma looked at her bad old man with a wry smile on her face. This stubborn old man had a bad mouth all his life and could only say a few sweet words when he was drunk.

Before she could say anything, the old man had already turned around and said to the old man.

"Dad, actually I have an unfulfilled wish. Can you satisfy me?"

The old man knew his son very well. Looking at his appearance, he knew that he would not fart well later.

However, out of curiosity, the old man nodded and said, "You tell me."

The old man burped and muttered in a low voice: "Look, I've been kowtowing to you since you were a kid, so can you kowtow to me this year?"

Nanfeng's eyes widened when he heard this.

The old man's face turned black and purple. He pointed at his bold son, his hands trembling slightly.

"Treason!"

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "I should have shot you into the wall back then!"

Nanfeng hurriedly stepped forward and stroked the old man's back: "Grandpa Zeng, please calm down. Grandpa is just drunk."

"I know he is drunk. This is called telling the truth while drunk!"

The old man grabbed the cane and wanted to swing it, but he hesitated and put down the cane.

"No, beating him now won't last long. I have to wait until he sobers up and then I can deal with him properly!"

Nanfeng complained: "With the old man's character, no matter when you hit him, he will never have a long memory."

"Right."

The old man cursed and said: "Your great-grandma was also a well-educated and gentle young lady back then. How could the two of us have given birth to such an unlucky thing?"

Nanfeng just smiled and did not answer.

He had no idea whether Grandma Zeng was well-educated and gentle, but it's not surprising that you gave birth to a stubborn donkey like Grandpa just because of your temper, the old lady.

"Tch... don't knock if you don't want to. You're stingy."

The old man had no idea that his own father was already holding in his anger and waiting for him to wake up before dealing with him. He raised his glass to Wanyu and the others.

“It’s better for you three.

"Come on, drink!"

"Drink!" The three people who were also drunk raised their glasses high.

Upon seeing this, Nanfeng's grandma quickly replaced the remaining wine with the water she had prepared in advance. If she allowed this careless old man to talk nonsense again, the old man would have to kill him for justice.

After everyone finished their last glass of wine, the old man sighed: "I really like you three little guys, but it's a pity that you are friends with my bastard grandson, otherwise I would have to make friends with you."

A certain bastard grandson looked at his bastard grandpa with a blank expression.

Wan Yu seemed to be in a bad mood today and drank too much wine.

She raised her glass and said inarticulately: "It's okay. In fact, we are not very familiar with that little lemon monster. We can discuss it separately."

south wind:? ? ?

"Yes, it's up to each individual."

Zhang Wei let out a wine burp and said, "Let's discuss it individually. From now on, I will call you Master, and you will call me Brother!"

"good."

Sekiya, whose face was red, clapped vigorously.

"It seems that it's good for everyone to talk about their own affairs." The old man laughed and said, "I am happy to make friends like you. Who made us so close to each other?"

Wan Yu glanced at the old man: "Old Chu, you are not on the right track.

“Since we are so in tune with each other, how can we make friends?

"belch……"

Wan Yu fanned her rosy face with her hands and said, "Since we are so in tune with each other, why don't we just become sworn brothers in Taoyuan?"

Zhang Wei raised his hand in agreement: "Taoyuan sworn brotherhood? I agree!

"And I want to be Guan Yu."

Guan Gu patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder and laughed: "Zhang Wei, your face is so dark, you can only be Zhang Fei."

"I don't want it, I want to...be Guan Yu."

The old man frowned and seemed to be thinking about something. He quickly slapped the table and said, "No problem, then let's just sworn brothers with different surnames in Taoyuan."

south wind:? ? ?

Nanfeng saw that the old man's words were getting more and more outrageous, and he quickly said: "You are all drunk, I'd better help you go back to rest."

"Xiao Fengzi, shut up!"

Wanyu pointed at Nanfeng and laughed: "Why are you talking to your elders?"

Zhang Wei also nodded in agreement: "That's right, we, the grandfathers, are chatting. Why are you, a grandchild, interrupting?"

Nan Feng pointed at himself dumbfounded, angry and funny.

"Grandpa Zeng, are you just looking at me like this?"

"if not?

"I am in charge of heaven and earth, but I still have to worry about who my son will marry?"

The old man's face turned red with anger: "I not only want to watch it, I also want to record it.

“Nan Feng, hurry up and record the video on your phone, and show it to your grandpa when he sobers up tomorrow.

"I want to see if this old boy, who has a face thicker than the city wall, will blush if he knows that he got drunk and had sex with three real boys!"

The old man cursed and said: "From now on, if I give him alcohol again, I will be his son!"

"Dad, there won't be a next time."

Nanfeng's grandma also gritted her teeth and said, "I will give away all the wine at home tomorrow."

Seeing that both the elders were holding back their anger and wanted to see the old man embarrassed, Nanfeng simply took out his mobile phone and started recording.

At this time, the four of them had completed their vows of sworn friendship in a drunken state.

Then they burst out laughing in unison.

Guangu shouted towards the old man: "Fourth brother!"

The old man also responded with a smile: "Third brother!"

The two looked at Zhang Wei, whose face was red and black: "Second brother!"

Finally, the three of them shouted towards Wanyu with their hands raised.

"Sister!"

Nanfeng looked surprised.

In which family of good people become sworn brothers, the youngest one becomes the boss! ! !

Wanyu squinted her eyes to receive the worship of her three younger brothers, and she responded cheerfully: "Second brother, third brother, fourth brother."

Zhang Wei burped: "Eldest sister, third brother, fourth brother."

The drunken Guan Gu lay on the table and murmured: "Brother. Third sister, fourth sister."

The old man laughed loudly: "Eldest brother, second sister, third brother."

south wind:……

Okay, it’s all a mess!

Just like that, the four sworn brothers and sisters of Chu Zhai talked nonsense again, and finally Nanfeng, who couldn't bear it anymore, carried the four of them back to the room one by one.

He breathed a sigh of relief and took out his mobile phone to send a happy New Year's Eve to Aunt Gu, but he happened to see that there was still a video chat in the [Sixth Floor Base Camp].

Nanfeng connected in and saw Yifei, Meijia, Youyou, Ziqiao and Curry Sauce chatting.

"Nan Feng, you are here too."

Meijia greeted Nanfeng with her sauce elbow: "We have made an appointment to watch the Spring Festival Gala and celebrate the New Year together. Do you want to join?"

Jiang Jiuzi raised his head and saw the Great Demon King of the South Wind, which frightened him greatly.

It immediately escaped from Meijia's arms and went to play with Meijia's mother.

Nanfeng asked curiously: "Aren't you watching the Spring Festival Gala with your family?"

"There is no conflict. We can watch the Spring Festival Gala with our family while wearing a Bluetooth headset, and chat with everyone at the same time.

"By the way, we can also complain about this year's Spring Festival Gala together."

"Then count me in."

Nanfeng thought for a while, and four of the seven people in Chu House were drunk tonight. There were no other activities except watching the Spring Festival Gala, so why not have fun together through video chat.

Zhan Bo peeked out of Yifei's cell phone video: "What about Wanyu and the others? Do they want to join?"

Nanfeng's face suddenly darkened.

"They were all drunk."

"You're just drunk when you're drunk, why do you look so ugly?" Yifei asked suspiciously.

"you guess?"

Nanfeng didn't want to tell everyone the truth. After all, it was too embarrassing for his grandfather and his friends to get in trouble while they were drunk.

Yifei wanted to ask further, but was stopped by Nanfeng's eyes.

At this moment, Yu Mo also came in.

"Everyone is here."

Yu Mo ate ice cream and smiled at everyone.

Yifei waved to Yu Mo: "Yu Mo, you are here too."

"Yes, I saw that the group was very lively, so I came to take a look."

Curry Sauce asked Yu Mo: "Sister Yu Mo, we have made an appointment to watch the Spring Festival Gala and celebrate the New Year together. Do you want to join?"

"Okay, my family doesn't like to watch the Spring Festival Gala anyway."

Yu Mo smiled: "My family now gathers together to play mahjong, and the Spring Festival Gala is the background music."

"What a coincidence, my family is also playing mahjong."

Youyou sighed: "They all have special skills, leaving me and my poor nephew with nothing to do."

Zi Qiaoren did not appear in the scene, but the voice came from Youyou's mobile phone: "Auntie, you have to understand one thing.

"They don't play with you because you're too bad at it.

“They don’t play with me because I play too well.

“Although we are in the same situation, the reasons are completely different.

"That's the difference between us."

Youyou looked at Ziqiao with a smile on her face, and then gave him a knife blow with her backhand.

"You're the only one who talks a lot of nonsense!"

Yifei looked at the ice cream in Yu Mo's hand with confusion on her face: "Yu Mo, where did you get the ice cream?"

She searched for a long time, that is, milk tea shops have ice cream machines, and some shopping malls sell Haagen-Dazs.

It's just that the former is not easy to deliver to Yumo, and the latter... Yumo thinks that she'd rather die at this price.

Yumo blinked: "My delivery has arrived."

"Didn't you just have your tooth pulled last night? How could a delivery arrive so quickly?"

[Nanfeng delivery. ]

Yumo glanced at Nanfeng inconspicuously.

Although this bastard just knocked on the door and left a big box of ice cream, it's not like she didn't see such a big Digger Zero driving away from her community.

Yumo suddenly thought that it would be nice to have a motorhome, at least the refrigerator on it could deliver ice cream.

Nanfeng just smiled calmly.

Everyone chatted and laughed for a while until Zhanbo exclaimed.

"Hurry up, get ready, the Spring Festival Gala is about to start."

So everyone prepared to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Meijia and Curry Sauce took out the popcorn they had prepared for a long time, and then they were scolded by their mothers at the same time.

The two were not angry, but stuck to their mothers and fed them popcorn.

Yifei and Zhanbo hugged their parents, and the family of four leaned on the sofa and watched the Spring Festival Gala with laughter. Nanfeng and Yumo also greeted Uncle Lu and Aunt Yuan in turn. Aunt Yuan wanted to ask about Zeng Xiaoxian, but was persuaded by Yifei and Zhanbo. Youyou and Ziqiao sat cross-legged in the background sound of mahjong. Youyou seemed very excited, but Ziqiao was very listless. If he had not been ordered to stay at home and could not leave at all, Ziqiao would have become an aspiring young man who would have let his ideal fly on this New Year's Eve. Yumo was in his bedroom, playing the Spring Festival Gala on a tablet, and the small refrigerator in the bedroom was filled with ice cream delivered by the courier. It was you who said that we should give each other more time to calm down, but you don't look calm no matter how you look at it. Yumo sat cross-legged on the bed, eating ice cream happily. Zeng Xiaoxian also connected at some point, but he seemed to have been told something by Yifei in advance, and he was a little silent during the whole video chat, or to be more precise, he didn't dare to show his true nature.

It might be because Yifei's mother had been eavesdropping on the noise here with her ears tilted.

Nanfeng watched the Spring Festival Gala with his grandfather and grandmother.

The grandfather and grandmother also met a few people in the video and said hello.

Then the grandmother pulled Nanfeng to ask him if he liked the girl eating ice cream.

Nanfeng was very curious about why the grandmother came to this conclusion, and the grandmother just said: "Among so many girls, you only smiled when you introduced her."

Everyone chatted with everyone in the apartment with a Bluetooth headset in one ear. They complained about the increasingly ugly Spring Festival Gala while talking about the interesting things in the past few days.

This feeling is like even if everyone is thousands of miles apart and in different places, as long as they can still connect together, then the place where everyone is is the Love Apartment.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when it was almost midnight, Wanyu, Guan Gu and Zhang Wei, the three young men, were almost sober.

They walked out of the room and gathered around Nanfeng in a daze.

Seeing that the three had not yet remembered the story of [Four Brothers of Chu's House], Nanfeng did not remind them when everyone in the apartment was video chatting.

"Come on, prepare for the countdown."

With Zhanbo's call, everyone sat up straight.

"Countdown."

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

"New Year's Eve, Happy New Year."

Everyone from all over the world cheered as the clock struck midnight.

Outside the house were the most brilliant and colorful fireworks, and inside the house were the warmest human lights.

Everyone was far away, but their hearts always stayed together.

That was [Sixth Floor Base Camp].

That was Love Apartment.