Peng Fei finished speaking, and everyone reluctantly stood up.
Although they didn't want to leave, no one dared to resist.
It was the nanny who came out to help resolve the awkwardness.
"Why don't you eat something before you go? Little Yuan said he hasn't eaten in three meals and is so hungry he's dizzy. You men together probably don't even know how to cook."
"I cook very quickly and am already preparing the dishes. They are all teenagers, it's not good for them to be hungry, and it won't make much difference to wait a little longer."
The more she said, the more wronged everyone felt, and they all nodded in agreement, looking at Peng Fei.
"Auntie is right, we are really hungry, we are starving. It won't make much difference to eat something before we go."
Peng Fei hadn't intended to agree, but then he thought that letting them eat here would allow him to look at Zhan Jingchun a few more times and spend more time with her.
Even though the situation didn't allow him to speak to her, it was still good like this.
So, he agreed under the guise of public service.
"Just this once, no more."
The young masters, accustomed to fine dining, had never been so happy about a meal before, and they all cheered.
Watching the children's joyful celebration, the nanny turned to the kitchen with a doting smile.
Peng Fei stood there, his gaze involuntarily drawn to Zhan Jingchun's face.
Coincidentally, Zhan Jingchun was also looking at him. Their eyes met, and an unusual feeling arose.
But Zhan Jingchun wouldn't let this feeling last long and quickly averted her gaze.
"Alright, keep your voices down. I'm going upstairs to paint, don't bother me."
Ah, she was leaving so soon? Peng Fei was reluctant.
However, just a few steps after Zhan Jingchun left, the butler called out to her.
"Chun Chun. Why don't you join us for a meal? You didn't eat breakfast this morning, and it's already this late, you must be hungry. Eat something to tide you over. You've lost weight again recently."
As he said this, Xiang Siyuan quickly chimed in.
"Huh? No breakfast? You're so thin, and you're still dieting?"
"Sister Chun Chun, stop dieting, you're already in great shape! Is there any man who dares to find you fat? Who finds you fat? Ignore him, I dare say that person must be blind! Your proportions are perfect, aren't they?"
Peng Fei silently thought that her proportions were indeed quite perfect.
Perhaps Zhan Jingchun also recalled something. Hearing Xiang Siyuan's words, she glared at him reproachfully.
She looked at Peng Fei and saw him quickly avert his gaze, knowing he had also misunderstood. She couldn't help but grit her teeth.
"If you have nothing to do, go help in the kitchen. Auntie is mine, not yours, so why should she serve you?"
Peng Fei went to the kitchen.
The nanny told him not to help, saying his clothes were clean and it would be a shame to get them dirty. Peng Fei took off his jacket, rolled up his sweater sleeves, and eagerly chopped and washed vegetables.
The two stood side by side like a mother and son, chatting enthusiastically.
The nanny was extremely pleased with this diligent and agile young man.
"I can tell you often do chores at home, you're so quick. There aren't many boys like you who can cook these days. Did you study to be a chef?"
Peng Fei said no.
In fact, in the years before he left the village, he had eaten no more than ten different kinds of food.
He didn't know how to cook or chop most vegetables, he was just going by feel.
The nanny liked him even more when she saw how honest he was in his speech.
"Young man, how old are you? Do you have a girlfriend? I thought you were... sorry about that earlier."
"Actually, now that I look closely, you're quite good-looking, honest, and capable. If you don't have a girlfriend, I'll introduce one to you."
Peng Fei had been a bit reserved, but seeing how talkative the nanny was, he relaxed unconsciously and said with a smile.
"Nanny, I have a girlfriend."
The nanny said "oh" understandingly, and regretted it.
"Indeed. These days, good-looking young men are never short of girlfriends. I was worrying unnecessarily."
Peng Fei said, "Don't say that, you're also concerned about me."
"Young man, where is your girlfriend from? Is she in Nancheng now?"
Peng Fei didn't want to answer, but seeing the nanny's enthusiastic expression, he could only say.
"She's from the same place as me. She's in Nancheng now, working in a factory."
"Oh, that's good. Coming from the same place, knowing each other well is great. Which factory?"
Peng Fei had only been to one factory, so he said its name. To his surprise, the nanny knew it.
"That industrial zone is quite large, with hundreds of factories. It's good to work there. What does your girlfriend do?"
He didn't know what the female workers in the factory did. Peng Fei only knew Wang Li, and knew she worked in personnel, so he made up a story.
When the nanny heard she worked in personnel, she was even more pleased.
"Then your girlfriend must be beautiful and highly educated. Truly a perfect match. Work hard, save money, buy a house in Nancheng, settle down, and you'll surely live a better life."
Meanwhile, the boys who were not being supervised began to frolic noisily on the sofas.
Zhan Jingchun had been sitting with Xiang Siyuan, but the noise gave her a headache, so she slowly moved over.
Seeing Peng Fei standing side by side with the nanny, occasionally looking at each other and chatting happily, like a scene of maternal love and filial piety, she couldn't help but be curious: What was there to talk about with this blockhead, whom she had just met?
Unexpectedly, as she approached the door, she found him talking about his girlfriend.
He spoke fluently, even knowing the factory name and profession clearly, which seemed to indicate it was true.
Zhan Jingchun was surprised by Peng Fei's fickleness.
They had only lost contact for a few months? How long had he been in Nancheng?
He already had a new love?
After ruining her own life, he moved on to the next phase as if nothing had happened, but what about her?
She had even been thinking of helping Fangfang, which was a waste of her good intentions. Trash would always be trash!
After the nanny finished speaking, Peng Fei seemed to genuinely feel hope for himself and Zhan Jingchun from her words. He smiled foolishly, and after smiling, he continued to chop vegetables.
As the knife fell, his calf was suddenly kicked.
His body swayed, and the knife cut his finger.
Thinking it was one of the boys causing trouble, he put down the knife and looked over with a cold expression.
It turned out to be Zhan Jingchun.
Startled, he quickly changed his expression, unsure of what he had done wrong, and stuttered, looking at her with an unfriendly face.
"What's wrong?"
Zhan Jingchun found it inconvenient to reveal her past with Peng Fei, so she used this as an excuse.
"Don't you know that chefs shouldn't talk while cooking? Your saliva splashed into the food, how can others eat it?"
"I see you haven't stopped talking since you came in, it's disgusting. I won't eat these dishes, none of us will, you eat them all!"
Peng Fei: "..."
The nanny had been at the Zhan family for so long, and it was the first time she had seen Zhan Jingchun get so angry, and at a stranger.
She was the one who had been talking to him all along. Seeing him suffer inexplicably, the nanny felt guilty and tried to help.
"Chun Chun..."