Peng Fei finished speaking, and everyone reluctantly stood up.
Although they didn't want to leave, no one dared to defy him.
It was the nanny who came out to ease the situation.
"Why don't you eat something before you go? Xiao Yuan said he hasn't eaten for three meals and is dizzy from hunger. I'm afraid a bunch of men together wouldn't even know how to cook."
"I cook very quickly and am already preparing the dishes. They are all growing teenagers, and it's not good for them to be hungry. It won't make a difference to wait a little longer."
Her words made everyone feel wronged, and they all nodded in agreement, looking at Peng Fei.
"Auntie is right, we're really hungry, starving. It won't make a difference to wait a little longer, let's eat something before we go."
Peng Fei didn't want to agree at first, 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 he couldn't speak to her in this situation, it was still good.
So, he agreed, using his position for personal gain.
"Just this once, no more."
The young masters, accustomed to their luxurious lives, had never been so happy about a meal. They all cheered.
Watching the children's joyful commotion, the nanny turned to the kitchen with a smile.
Peng Fei stood there, his gaze involuntarily drawn to Zhan Jingchun's face.
As it happened, Zhan Jingchun was also looking at him. Their eyes met, and a different feeling arose.
But Zhan Jingchun wouldn't let this feeling linger for too long, and she quickly averted her gaze.
"Alright, keep your voices down. I'm going upstairs to paint. Don't disturb me."
Ah, she was leaving so soon? Peng Fei was reluctant.
However, just as Zhan Jingchun had walked a few steps, the butler called out to her.
"Chun Chun. Why don't you join us for a meal? You didn't have 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."
Hearing 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's eyes are definitely blind! Your proportions are perfect, okay?"
Peng Fei silently thought that her proportions were indeed quite perfect.
Perhaps Zhan Jingchun was also recalling something. Hearing Xiang Siyuan's words, she shot him a reproachful glance.
She looked at Peng Fei and saw him hastily avert his gaze, knowing he had also misunderstood. She couldn't help but grit her teeth.
"Go help in the kitchen if you have nothing to do. Auntie is mine, not yours. 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 started chopping and washing 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.
"You must do chores at home often; your hands are so quick. There aren't many boys who can cook like you 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 fewer than ten types of food.
He didn't know how to cook or chop most vegetables; he was just going by instinct.
Seeing his honest answers, the nanny liked him even more.
"Young man, how old are you? Do you have a girlfriend? I thought you were... sorry about that earlier."
"Actually, if you 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 was initially a bit reserved, but seeing how talkative the nanny was, he relaxed unconsciously and said with a smile.
"Auntie, I have a girlfriend."
The nanny gave an understanding "oh" and said regretfully.
"Indeed. These days, good-looking young men are never short of girlfriends. I was worrying for nothing."
Peng Fei said, "Don't say that, you're 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 eager 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 good. Which factory?"
Peng Fei had only been to one factory, so he naturally said its name. To his surprise, the nanny knew it.
"That industrial zone is quite large, with hundreds of factories. Working there is good. What does your girlfriend do?"
He didn't know what the female workers in the factory did. Peng Fei only knew Wang Li, and he knew she worked in human resources, so he made something up.
Upon hearing that she worked in human resources, the nanny was even more pleased.
"Then your girlfriend must be beautiful and educated. You are truly a match. Work hard, save money in the future, buy a house in Nancheng, settle down, and you'll live a better life."
Meanwhile, the young men, left unsupervised, started making noise and fooling around on the sofa area.
Zhan Jingchun was originally sitting with Xiang Siyuan but got a headache from the noise and slowly moved over.
Seeing Peng Fei standing side by side with the nanny, looking at each other and chatting from time to time, like a scene of maternal love and filial piety, she was curious: what was there for this blockhead to talk about with the nanny whom he had just met?
Unexpectedly, as she approached the door, she heard him talking about his girlfriend.
He spoke so fluently, even knowing the factory name and occupation clearly. It seemed to be true.
Zhan Jingchun didn't expect Peng Fei to be so fickle.
It had only been a few months since they lost contact? How long had he been in Nancheng?
And he already had a new flame?
After ruining her own life, he had carelessly moved on to the next stage. What about her?
To think she was still thinking of helping Fangfang, what a waste of her good intentions. Trash would always be trash!
After the nanny finished speaking, Peng Fei seemed to have truly felt hope for himself and Zhan Jingchun from her words. He smiled foolishly, then continued chopping vegetables.
As the knife fell, his calf was suddenly kicked.
His body swayed, and the knife cut his finger.
He thought some boy had come to cause trouble. He put down the knife and looked over with a cold expression.
It turned out to be Zhan Jingchun.
He was startled and quickly changed his expression. Not knowing what he had done wrong, he stammered, looking at her displeased face.
"What's wrong?"
Zhan Jingchun, finding it inconvenient to reveal her past with Peng Fei, used this as an excuse.
"Don't you know that chefs shouldn't talk while cooking? Your saliva is splashing into the food. How can others eat it?"
"I've seen you talking non-stop since you came in. It's disgusting. I'm not eating these dishes, none of us are. You eat them all!"
Peng Fei: "..."
The nanny had been at the Zhan family for a long time, and this 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, and seeing him suffer unjustly, the nanny felt guilty and tried to help.
"Chun Chun..."