Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

The lunch lasted from 12:30 pm until 2 pm.

The Fang family's fighting prowess opened Liu Yifei's eyes.

That huge pot of stewed goose, with meat and broth, was reduced to just a piece of goose butt that nobody wanted.

The braised pork knuckle was devoured, leaving only a bare bone.

The pot of sauerkraut stewed with pork ribs was completely scooped clean, even the shredded sauerkraut had been scooped out.

Fang Daqiang and his brothers, Fang Daguo and his brothers, were all eating with rosy cheeks, and two buttons of their shirts were undone.

They leaned back in their chairs, their bellies protruding, holding hot tea in their hands, slowly picking their teeth.

Grandma Fang and Zhao Guifang, along with several aunts, quickly cleaned up the mess.

They had already started discussing whether to make sauerkraut and pork dumplings or chives and eggs for dinner.

The younger generation, such as Fang Yuan and Fang Zheng, were playing games on their phones, occasionally blurting out phrases like, "Damn it, why don't you go for it!" or "Support, protect me!"

The whole house was warm and cozy, filled with the languid comfort and lively chatter of a full stomach. The aroma of food mingled with the sounds of people, creating a vibrant and bustling atmosphere.

Grandma Fang pressed Liu Yifei down on the kang (a heated brick bed), preventing her from moving.

The old lady's reasons were quite valid:

"You're a guest; there's no reason for a guest to do the work!"

She was given a hot roasted sweet potato, and was still clutching the heavy family heirloom cleaver in her arms.

The knife was ice-cold, but the sweet potato was piping hot.

She sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), nibbling on a sweet potato, watching the lively scene unfold in the room.

The noise enveloped her, yet it felt as if there was a thin film separating them.

Listening to the chaotic sounds inside the room, she felt like an outsider.

After the novelty wore off, a faint sense of loneliness crept into my heart.

Liu Yifei's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Fang Yu, who was sitting on the small stool opposite her.

This guy was huddled together with Fang Zheng, their heads almost touching, staring at the palm-sized phone screen.

"Your build is wrong, get the meat first!"

"Brother, I'm playing as an assassin..."

"Even assassins need to be alive to deal damage!"

Liu Yifei's lips curved slightly.

This guy is always thinking about how to scam people.

She stared for a while, then suddenly realized she had been looking at it for too long, so she quickly lowered her head to eat the sweet potato.

late.

Fang Yu had already caught her gaze out of the corner of his eye.

He pretended to be engrossed in giving his opinions, but his heart skipped a beat.

He saw that the fairy sister's usually bright eyes were now veiled in a thin mist, giving her a sense of detachment.

Yes, no matter how bustling this world is, it ultimately doesn't belong to her.

That aloof, ethereal quality seems to be returning.

No, we finally managed to warm it up, we can't let it float back up into the sky.

Fang Yu raised his chin at her, his handsome face carrying a hint of smugness that made him want to punch her.

"What's wrong? Did you suddenly have an epiphany and feel like your understanding of the game has reached a transcendent level?"

"no."

Liu Yifei shook her head.

She hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth.

"It's just... a bit boring."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu's playful smile faded slightly, and he thoughtfully observed her for a moment.

Then, he stood up.

"Come on, I'll find you something to do."

"What are you doing?"

Liu Yifei asked curiously.

Fang Yu walked up to her, his smile somewhat mysterious.

"I'll make you afternoon tea."

afternoon tea?

Liu Yifei was stunned.

The way Fang Yu said those words sounded completely out of place.

The viewers in the live stream were all intrigued.

Afternoon tea? Is Fang Yu trying to follow Hua Yu's high-end approach?

I bet five cents that the afternoon tea he's talking about is definitely not what we're thinking! It's not black tea with scones!

[Just a wild guess: Afternoon tea = scallions dipped in soybean paste with cornbread.]

[You're so talented! That's so Fang Yu!]

Fang Yu didn't care what others thought; he shouted towards the kitchen.

"Grandma! Do we still have any hawthorns?"

Grandma Fang, who was washing dishes, turned around and replied:

"Yes! It's hanging in the warehouse! What do you want with it?"

"Make something delicious for our big star!"

Fang Yu shouted back.

As soon as she said that, everyone in the room turned their attention to Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei's face flushed red instantly.

This guy!

If you're going to talk, just talk. Why drag yourself into this?

Fang Yu completely ignored her embarrassment and went straight to the storeroom in the backyard.

A short while later, he returned carrying a large bunch of bright red hawthorns.

He then rummaged through the kitchen and found a bag of white sugar, a large iron pot, and a small handful of bamboo skewers.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yu went back into the storeroom, dragged out a small cast iron stove covered in dust, and moved it to a sheltered corner under the eaves.

He squatted down, skillfully poked open the stove, and stuffed in a few corncobs to start a fire.

The whole thing was done in one smooth motion; you could tell it was something someone who'd been doing since childhood.

Once the flames reached him, he placed the large iron pot on the stove and dusted off his hands.

"Alright, that's all."

Liu Yifei followed curiously to the door and stood under the eaves watching.

Fang Yu skillfully washed the hawthorns clean.

He used a chopstick to pierce through the middle and remove the seeds inside.

Then, he skewered the processed hawthorns one by one with bamboo skewers, five or six on each skewer, bright red and very attractive.

"Is this to make... candied hawthorn berries?"

Liu Yifei couldn't help but ask.

She had eaten it at a temple fair in Beijing; it was sweet and sour, and it was one of the few snacks she liked.

"right."

As Fang Yu poured sugar and water into the pot, he turned back and smiled at her, "I'll make you a deluxe version later."

As the fire in the stove grew stronger, he began to boil sugar.

As the temperature rises, fine bubbles rise in the sugar water in the pot, gradually turning from large bubbles to small bubbles, and the color gradually changes from transparent to slightly yellow. The sweet aroma of caramel permeates the yard.

Outside the eaves, the temperature was below minus twenty degrees Celsius, but it was warm and cozy by the stove.

Fang Yu held a spatula in one hand and slowly stirred the syrup in the pot, his eyes fixed on the changes in the syrup.

His focused expression was exactly the same as when he was wielding the knife earlier.

Looking at his profile, which was flushed red by the firelight, Liu Yifei suddenly had a thought.

This guy... he actually looks pretty cool when he's focused on something.

The viewers in the live stream were also drawn to this lively and down-to-earth scene.

[Holy crap, handmade candied hawthorns! Fang Yu can even make this?]

[This sugar-boiling technique is clearly that of a seasoned pro! The heat control is perfect!]

[Waaaaah, I'm so drooling! I want one too!]

Fang Yu said he was going to make afternoon tea for the fairy, and I thought it would be some kind of culinary disaster, but it turned out to be quite proper!

[I doubt it! Fang Yu's actions couldn't be as simple as just making candied hawthorns!]