Lunch was plentiful, but given the low indoor temperature, it mainly consisted of stews with some stir-fries.

Su Yao asked Da Ju for a bottle of red wine: "We're free this afternoon, want to grab a drink?"

Nanxing looked at Banxia, ​​and seeing her nod, he said, "Okay."

Just as I poured the wine, there was another knock at the door.

Banxia stood up unhappily: "I'll go open the door!"

Nanxing, confused, asked, "Wife, shall I stay with you?"

His wife's aura was so imposing that opening the door felt more like she was about to start a fight.

Banxia pressed him back into his original position: "No need, you eat."

She changed her clothes and went into the yard, then pulled out a pistol from her spatial storage before suddenly pulling open the gate.

Han Biao, who was standing at the door, was startled by the gun in her hand and hurriedly said, "It's me, Han Biao! Banxia, ​​please don't shoot!"

"Brother Biao, do you have a day off today?"

She asked Han Biao a question, but her gaze lingered on the man behind him. If she remembered correctly, was this man also from next door?

"Um," Han Biao said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, "I'm taking the afternoon off."

He noticed that Banxia was staring coldly at Rongguang, and he was a little surprised, but he didn't think much of it. Instead, he introduced the two of them: "By the way, this is my new friend Rongguang. He especially likes to join in the fun and make friends. Since you are neighbors, I thought you could visit each other more often, so I took the liberty of bringing him over."

Banxia gave Rongguang a meaningful look. What secrets did this family have that made them go to such lengths to get into their home?

She stepped aside to let me in: "Come in."

Rong Guang smiled at her and followed Han Biao into the courtyard.

Banxia closed the door: "Brother Biao, have you eaten?"

"Hehe, no," Han Biao chuckled, "I'm just here to freeload. Oh, you guys have built several snowmen in the yard, even with gold and silver in them."

Banxia casually hummed in agreement: "You've come at the perfect time, we were just about to eat."

"Wife, Brother Biao," Nanxing heard the voices and quickly opened the door, "Come in quickly."

Han Biao put the groceries he was carrying on the ground, then took off his gloves and patted Nanxing on the shoulder, a hint of envy flashing deep in his eyes: "You look much more energetic now that it's been a while."

Perhaps because his superpower had just been upgraded, Nanxing looked radiant and several years younger than his actual age.

Following behind him, Rong Guang subtly but carefully examined Nan Xing's features, his pupils suddenly contracting. Afraid of arousing suspicion, he quickly forced himself to shift his gaze to the living room furnishings.

Since they didn't plan to stay there permanently, Banxia and the others didn't decorate the living room much, only displaying their usual furniture.

But for people in the apocalypse, this was an extremely luxurious decoration, not to mention the table full of steaming hot food and six large fireplaces that kept the room warm and cozy!

Rong Guang clicked his tongue inwardly. No wonder his wicked stepmother, knowing that the villa's mistress didn't welcome her, still shamelessly brought gifts to the door, contrary to her usual behavior. She probably knew that this family was better off than his!

After watching Rongguang's entire change of expression, Banxia raised an eyebrow slightly. It seemed that the neighbors were indeed plotting something they didn't know about. She turned to Nanxing and took his arm: "Brother Biao, you and your friend should sit down and eat. The food will get cold later."

"Oh right," Han Biao slapped his forehead, "I'd like to introduce you to a new friend..."

After hearing Rong Guang's identity, Fang Yunyun and Su Xiao exchanged a knowing glance, then looked at Banxia: You guessed right, this family is definitely up to no good!

Banxia shook her head slightly at the two women, signaling them not to act rashly.

Fearing the food would get cold too quickly, and with a stranger present, Banxia and the others didn't say much, but instead ate their food in silence.

Rong Guang unceremoniously picked up two pieces of braised pork. They melted in his mouth, rich but not greasy, and he was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

Although his family was powerful and influential, for various reasons, he simply couldn't find such a complete set of cooking ingredients, let alone such good culinary skills. He was so hungry he was practically craving more.

While eating, he would occasionally glance at Nanxing's face with what he thought was a subtle look.

Banxia frowned unhappily and turned her head to look at Nanxing's face. His features were so handsome that they seemed to be glowing with soft light. He was good-looking no matter how you looked at him. Could this guy be trying to steal her away?

"Wife," Nanxing placed the deboned fish meat into her bowl, "what else would you like to eat?"

Besides being pretty, she also has a gentle personality.

Banxia recalled the mother and daughter next door. One acted as if her daughter-in-law had been stolen away, while the other acted as if she was watching the original wife's misfortune. This man really had his eye on her husband!

She switched the chopsticks to her left hand and grasped Nanxing's left hand with her right hand to assert her dominance: "Serve me the sour bamboo shoot and old duck soup."

Nanxing couldn't help but smile, and whispered in her ear, "What else would you like to eat?"

Banxia deliberately ordered several dishes that were close to Rongguang: "Potato and beef brisket, steamed mutton with rice flour, crispy spare ribs..."

After ordering, he looked at Rongguang with satisfaction, who had lowered his head guiltily. Now he knew that it was immoral to covet someone who had a partner, right?

Fang Yunyun, who had been secretly observing the movements on the table, couldn't help but feel a toothache. How could these two be so lovey-dovey all the time?

After dinner, the group sat on the sofa and chatted.

While peeling oranges for Banxia, ​​Nanxing asked Han Biao, "Brother Biao, is Kang Kang's cold better?"

"Alright, alright, I'll bring him to see you all once the extreme cold ends."

Han Biao couldn't help but smile when he heard his son's name. His son, Han Kang, had been in poor health ever since he had a serious illness. He fell ill as soon as the extreme cold started, and if Nan Xing hadn't given him children's cold medicine, he might not have recovered in a long time.

Nanxing nodded and carefully removed the white veins from the orange segments: "No rush, we're not strangers, there's no need to be polite."

After he finished speaking, he stuffed an orange into Banxia's mouth, who was leaning against him and looking at a movie on her tablet, and asked in a low voice, "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet," she said, handing the tablet to Su Xiao, "This movie is good, is it okay if we watch this?"

Su Xiao didn't care: "Sure, shall we go next door?"

Banxia glanced at Rongguang and felt uneasy: "Let's just stay here, that way we can save coal by burning two fewer stoves."

Su Xiao thought it made sense, so she joined her to watch a movie.

Rong Guang glanced at the tablets in their hands and felt his chance had come. He spoke up to Nan Xing, trying to get closer to her: "My stepmother also likes watching movies, especially yours. She's a huge fan of yours."

Nanxing was slightly surprised, but didn't take it to heart: "Thank you."

Rong Guang pretended not to see his cold expression: "I heard you're an orphan. You're really amazing. You've reached the pinnacle of life all by yourself."

Han Biao's expression changed, and he quickly and subtly patted Rong Guang, signaling him to shut up.

However, Rongguang acted as if he hadn't seen it: "Do you still remember your biological parents?"