[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-love-life-begins-in-new-eliad":3,"chapter-love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-chapter-56":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Love Life Begins in New Eliad",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2330143,4557,"Chapter 56: Ye Qingfeng","love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>At dawn, the first ray of sunlight pierced the thin curtain, casting dappled shadows across the bedroom floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng, still asleep, frowned slightly, his hair disheveled, a few strands loosely resting on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his high nose bridge, his thin lips parted slightly, his breath steady and slow; the blanket covered only his waist, revealing his toned chest, its muscle lines faintly visible in the dim light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an unknown length of time, his fingers twitched, and slowly he opened his eyes—deep and bright, still clouded with the haze of waking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What time is it? Ah—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng rubbed the tears from his yawn, picked up his phone from the bedside, and checked the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New Aelidu time: 7:32 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the rabbits in the Hare’s Den, he might not be the one who slept the latest, but he was certainly the earliest to rise—excluding Billy, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next was Anbi, who usually woke shortly after him; as for Nico, if no one woke her, she’d sleep until noon without issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-asleep, Ye Qingfeng threw off the covers, got out of bed, walked to the window, and yanked open the curtains, letting warm sunlight flood the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another ordinary day had begun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dressed slowly, shuffled into the bathroom, took care of his morning needs, then washed up; he pulled out his phone and sent Nico a good morning message, and she replied quickly—he brushed his teeth while messaging her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gurgle-gurgle—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng set his phone down, cupped water with his hand to rinse his mouth, then grabbed a towel from the rack, dampened it, and wiped his face haphazardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, this pink towel had once been Nico’s… When she’d decided to replace it, he’d shown up just then, and she’d gladly handed it over to him—officially his now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he’d tried hard to claim the new towel, but failed; in her words: “As long as you’ve got one, it’s fine—it’s clean! I haven’t even complained about you—you’re the one complaining now?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as she’d said, he’d truly gotten used to it—he didn’t bother changing it. Though it had been Nico’s, he couldn’t tell the difference…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt almost new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing his morning routine, Ye Qingfeng sent Nico a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng: I’m starting breakfast—talk later!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yuan: Okay!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then walked from the bathroom back into the kitchen, tying on a pink apron that was nearly nine-tenths new—no doubt Nico’s old one…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anbi knew nothing about cooking; compared to her, Nico was slightly better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Anbi often bought hamburgers outside, and Nico, for her part, was equally careless about food—most days she’d just fry an egg and slap it between two slices of bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was kept as simple as possible, and Ye Qingfeng found it strange: how, eating this nutritionally empty food daily, could Nico still grow so… large?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made no scientific sense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered this question, he heated oil in a pan, took out the fish patties he’d prepared the day before, and placed the last four into the pan to fry together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then pulled from the fridge: lettuce, endive, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, and tomato.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng mentally ran through his list—satisfied nothing was missing, he closed the fridge door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the nearly full fridge and felt a quiet pride; when he’d first opened it, it held nothing but a few drinks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his recent shopping, the fridge now overflowed with food—vegetables, meat, and plenty of fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anbi only liked hamburgers—beyond the single lettuce leaf inside, he’d never seen her eat green food; Nico was the same—she’d rather have someone bring her a hamburger than cook herself, and even when she did cook, it was just bread and a fried egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just thinking about it gave him a headache…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Ding Ni paid for all the groceries—Nico had initially complained, wondering why groceries cost so much Ding Ni, until he cooked several meals in a row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, she never haggled over the cost—as long as the bill and Ding Ni didn’t differ too much, she was happy to pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng kept an eye on the stove while slicing the tomatoes he’d taken out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut four slices for the burgers, tore off four lettuce leaves, and chopped the rest into thin strips to make three vegetable salads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the salads were nearly ready, the fish patties turned golden brown on both sides—he sprinkled them with pepper salt, then flipped them onto the buns, adding lettuce and tomato. Done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he’d already added seasoning, he skipped extra sauces on the burgers, squeezing just a little dressing over the salads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All done!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, footsteps sounded behind him; without turning, he knew it was Anbi—drawn by the smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingfeng! Qingfeng!” Anbi came in wearing a thin nightgown. “What’s for breakfast? I’m hungry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There were four fish patties left from yesterday—I made burgers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng replied, tone neutral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anbi leaned close, staring at the finished burgers, involuntarily swallowing, and reached out to grab one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go brush your teeth first—wait until Nico gets up to eat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng extended his palm and gave her head a light tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anbi left the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder three steps at a time, reminding him: “Qingfeng, don’t steal any!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax—I won’t steal any.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingfeng placed all four burgers on one large plate, then carried them one by one to the living room coffee table and set them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took off the apron, hung it neatly in the kitchen, and now only had to wake Nico—morning duties complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the first time he’d tried to wake her; they’d barely known each other, and her distrust had lowered her affection by 5%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was completely different—he walked to Nico’s door and opened it without trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he’d started making breakfast every morning, waking Nico had become his task; once her affection rose to 40%, she stopped locking her door just to get breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the main reason was Anbi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she didn’t wake up early, her breakfast would inevitably end up in Anbi’s stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim room carried Nico’s faint, signature scent; a shadow lay on the bed, and in the corner, Emilyan was charging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—it was the Hare’s Den’s Bumb, or rather, Nico’s Bumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she’d picked it up, and it spent most of its time by her side—calling it hers wasn’t wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its color matched Anbi’s usual clothes, minus eyes and ears, and even its language system was flawed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still remembered the first time he saw Emilyan suddenly pull out a miniature machine gun—he’d been terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly—its name!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emilyan = Amillion\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amillion = one million (Buweng)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Nico really wanted to get rich…\u003C\u002Fp>",1125,"2026-06-20T20:13:17.554Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c3733daae604ef61165119c81e25e50301d28680a2f1acec896153d57a81523a","love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-chapter-57","love-life-begins-in-new-eliad-chapter-55",280,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flove-life-begins-in-new-eliad-cover.jpg"]