boyutpedia Chapter 471 This is what you call professional.
Chapter 471 This is what you call professional.
Seeing Li Yifeng roll his eyes in exasperation, Ye Fan then spoke seriously, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority:
"Whatever you want to eat, you can cook for yourselves, I don't care. But as for my dinner... I'll leave it to the ancestral spirits to cook."
Just as Li Yifeng was about to protest the "favoritism," Ye Fan's subsequent explanation made him instantly understand, and a feeling of warmth and admiration welled up in his heart:
"She's so quiet and a bit sensitive. If she just sits here and does nothing but eat, I'm afraid she'll feel bad and uncomfortable, and won't want to come back."
"Okay, I understand." Li Yifeng put away his playful expression and nodded seriously.
He certainly understood Ye Fan's true intention—rather than having the ancestral spirit "cook," it was more about giving her a reason and identity to accept this care and nutritional supplement with a clear conscience.
He recalled the girl from the beginning of the school year who always kept her head down, was pale, and as thin as a blade of grass that could be broken by the wind at any moment.
Looking at her now, although she is still quiet, her face has a healthy glow, and her eyes no longer timidly dart away. She is like a plant that has been transplanted to fertile soil and finally received the nourishment of sunshine and rain, quietly stretching out her branches and leaves, radiating her own tenacious and restrained vitality.
Shi Kai nodded silently, also agreeing with what Ye Fan had done.
In the small courtyard, the aroma of tea wafts through the air, and in the lazy afternoon sunlight, a sense of understanding and care flows without needing to be spoken.
This care, like a cup of warm tea, soothes everyone's heart.
......
The afternoon hours flowed by amidst the aroma of tea and casual conversation, gradually revealing a touch of lazy emptiness.
Looking at Ye Fan leisurely sunbathing and Li Yifeng, who was starting to get restless, Shi Kai suddenly suggested, "We're getting a little bored. How about we play a couple of rounds of cards?"
His voice carried a hint of tentative expectation.
Ye Fan's eyes lit up, and he put down his teacup: "Great! It's been a long time since I've played cards. Did you guys bring any?" His tone carried a hint of excitement at meeting a worthy opponent.
Li Yifeng habitually shrugged, giving him a knowing look: "Who the hell carries that thing in their pocket for no reason? We're not gambling gods!"
However, just as he finished speaking—
"Cough cough..."
Shi Kai coughed twice shyly, and under the astonished gazes of Ye Fan and Li Yifeng, he slowly and magically pulled out two decks of brand-new, well-packaged playing cards with sharp edges from the pocket of his faded jeans!
Li Yifeng's expression instantly changed from "I knew it" to "Holy crap!", then he chuckled and patted Shi Kai on the shoulder, a little embarrassed.
"Hey! It has to be our Old Shi! He's got guts! So unassuming! He even carries this with him?"
Ye Fan couldn't help but chuckle, giving Shi Kai a thumbs up: "That's what you call professional!"
This simple and unpretentious logistical support capability is reassuring.
The game then began.
The three moved to the stone table in the courtyard and began a long battle of "Golden Flower" amidst the dappled bamboo shadows and the occasional breeze.
The first two games were just a warm-up, just for fun.
As the third round began, the atmosphere gradually heated up, and betting naturally followed.
It started as a symbolic statement: "The loser has to wash socks for a week!"
It quickly escalated to: "The loser gets a month of laundry!"
When the terrifying bet of "washing socks for four years" was announced, someone (mainly Li Yifeng) finally couldn't take it anymore, and the bet quickly switched to a more "humane" and longer-lasting one: "The loser is responsible for buying meals for the winner!"
The battle is fierce!
Shi Kai truly lived up to his reputation as a "veteran at the card table" who always carried two decks of cards in his pocket. He was calm, shrewd, and accurate at calculating cards, with a simple yet unfathomable smile on his face.
Ye Fan's card skills are not bad, but his luck is sometimes good and sometimes bad.
Li Yifeng, on the other hand, seemed to be cursed with bad luck. He was loud and boisterous, frequently got caught cheating, and suffered a series of defeats, ultimately achieving a record so "disastrous" that it was worthy of being recorded in the dormitory's history.
Not only did he lose all his "washing and care rights" for socks for the next year, he also tragically signed a "contract of servitude" to serve meals to Ye Fan and Shi Kai for a whole year!
He looked at the pile of "meal ticket IOUs" he had lost in front of him, and sighed to the heavens, "I... when will I ever get to eat this?!"
Ye Fan also lost to Shi Kai's "right to get meals" for a few months.
Watching Shi Kai happily put away the "IOU," Ye Fan's lips curled into a "capitalist smile."
He gracefully picked up his phone and opened Shi Kai's WeChat: a few soft "ding-dong" sounds followed.
WeChat transfer: ¥2000
"Note: Please have Mr. Shi personally sign for the meal fees for the next X months." Accompanied by a [grinning] emoji.
Shi Kai stared at his phone screen, stunned, then chuckled and cried, "Brother Fan... this..."
Ye Fan waved his hand dismissively: "Take it."
The simple power of money instantly "settled" the debts at the poker table.
Li Yifeng, watching from the side, was dumbfounded, pounding his chest and stamping his feet: "Damn! You can do that?! Old Ye, that's not fair!"
......
The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows on the bamboo.
The card game ended, and the courtyard returned to tranquility.
Around 5 o'clock, the courtyard gate opened slightly, and Xian Zuling and Su Luming, carrying several books, returned from the library together.
The kitchen quickly became lively again.
This time, Li Yifeng and Shi Kai kept Ye Fan's "teachings" in mind and did not stand idly by.
Li Yifeng put on an apron and volunteered to chop vegetables as an assistant, humming an off-key tune.
Shi Kai silently took on chores such as washing vegetables and peeling garlic.
Su Luming also joined in with great enthusiasm, taking charge of mixing the cold dishes and plating them.
The ancestral spirits were still the main cooks, but with everyone's cooperation, the efficiency was extremely high.
Before long, five dishes and a soup were served steaming hot on the table.
Xian Zuling's signature steamed grouper, garlic-flavored bok choy, Li Yifeng's unevenly chopped but heartfelt twice-cooked pork, Su Luming's refreshing cucumber salad, Shi Kai's meticulously washed tomato and egg stir-fry, and a pot of milky white tofu and fish head soup.
The aroma is wonderful, filling the air with the warmth of home.
The five of them sat around the table, enjoying a dinner filled with warmth and camaraderie.
Laughter filled the room, and Li Yifeng's embarrassing moment of losing his right to get a year's worth of meals became the best source of amusement.
After the meal, everyone worked together to quickly clean up the dishes and utensils in the kitchen.
It's late at night, and there's no one to stay overnight.
Su Luming and Xian Zuling returned to the girls' dormitory together.
Ye Fan glanced at his left foot, which was wrapped in a splint, and the conspicuous crutch, and said to Li Yifeng and Shi Kai, "Let's go, I'm going back to the dormitory to sleep tonight."
"Okay! I'll take care of you, bro!" Li Yifeng immediately patted his chest.
Shi Kai also quickly stepped forward.
Thus, under the dim campus streetlights, this scene unfolded: Ye Fan, leaning on his crutches, limped along in the middle, with Li Yifeng and Shi Kai on either side, carefully protecting him like two guardian generals. The three of them slowly blended into the crowd of people at Nanjing University in the night.