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

In the Fang family's living room.

Seeing the fairy sister crying with tears streaming down her face.

Fang Yu felt quite uncomfortable.

But more than anything, there was confusion.

Sister, you acted this yourself.

You're a professionally trained actor, you didn't cry while filming, but you cried like this when you saw the finished product?

What kind of operation is this?

Were you moved by your own acting?

Or……

Fang Yu secretly glanced at Liu Yifei's swollen eyes, then at the blacked-out screen on the television.

Fine.

He admitted that the image of the old man sitting in the corner of the set watching them film still made him feel uneasy when he thought about it.

But that doesn't mean he has to cry along with them.

Fang Yu has a particular characteristic.

The more emotional the occasion, the less he could stay still.

It's not that I'm cold-blooded, it's just that I feel genuinely uncomfortable.

He sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), shifted his position, and reached for a plate on the kang table, grabbing a handful of melon seeds.

Fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Click, click, click..."

The sunflower seed shells cracked in his hands at an absurdly fast speed.

People would believe he was a squirrel in his past life.

The sound exploded in the quiet living room, extremely jarring.

Zhao Guifang was the first to look up.

Fang Daqiang is the second one.

Liu Yifei is the third.

Three people, six eyes, all staring at him.

That look—

Zhao Guifang's response was, "You little brat, you're asking for trouble, aren't you?"

Fang Daqiang's response was, "Can't you have any human emotions?"

Liu Yifei's feelings are the most complex: sadness, confusion, and a little bit of wanting to curse.

Fang Yu shrank back as he was caught in the gazes of the three men.

But his hands didn't stop.

Once you start eating sunflower seeds, you can't stop.

This is an instinct etched into human DNA.

Soon, a small pile of clean, white melon seeds appeared on the kang table in front of him.

Each one was whole, not a single one was broken.

Fang Yu gathered the melon seeds together with his hands, carefully held them up, and brought them close to Liu Yifei, who was still sobbing.

Liu Yifei looked at him through teary eyes, then looked down at the pile of white sunflower seeds in his palm.

He sniffed, his face clearly saying: What are you trying to do?

Fang Yu's expression was extremely serious.

He was so earnest that Liu Yifei thought he was about to say something very touching.

"Look at you crying, you've shed so many tears, you're losing all the salt from your body."

He gestured with his chin toward the sunflower seeds.

"Here, have some salt."

"..."

Liu Yifei's tears were stuck in her eyes, unable to come up or down.

She blinked her tear-filled eyes, and the sadness in her mind was abruptly cut off.

I wasn't cured, I was just confused.

Replenish...salt?

Melon seeds?

Replenishing salt?

She looked at Fang Yu's incredibly handsome yet incredibly serious face.

I went over his words in my mind again.

The first time—it seems quite considerate?

Second time—wait, something's not right?

The third time—it's all fucking wrong.

"Pfft—"

Liu Yifei couldn't hold back.

Laughter leaked out first from her nose, and then she couldn't hold back her mouth either, breaking through her defenses.

That laugh was like a floodgate being opened.

Tears were still on her face, but she was already laughing so hard she was doubled over.

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but her shoulders were shaking even more violently than when she was crying. She swayed on the kang (a heated brick bed) and almost fell headfirst.

Zhao Guifang reacted quickly and grabbed her arm.

"Slow down! Slow down! Don't fall!"

After helping him up, Zhao Guifang turned around and glared at Fang Yu.

"You child, you're never serious!"

Fang Daqiang also frowned, but he couldn't suppress his lip movements, so he simply turned his head to look out the window and pretended not to hear.

Fang Yu looked completely wronged.

He genuinely doesn't understand.

How am I being inappropriate?

Crying causes tears, which in turn cause the loss of electrolytes. Electrolytes contain sodium, which is salt, and sunflower seeds contain salt.

Isn't this a perfect closed loop?

How can scientific concern be considered improper?

At this moment, the chat in the live stream completely went off track.

[Hahaha! Replenishing salt?! Fang Yu, you're a genius!]

[I almost had a heart attack from crying so hard, but Fang Yu's words completely silenced me. Now I just want to laugh!]

[What the hell do you mean by "replenishing salt"?! I've lived for thirty years, and this is the first time I've ever heard of someone using sunflower seeds to replenish salt! How does their brain work like that?!]

[The fairy sister was laughing so hard she almost passed out! Look at her, laughing and crying at the same time, her makeup was all ruined, but she still looked so beautiful!]

Liu Yifei laughed for a while before she recovered.

She wiped the water stains on her face haphazardly with the back of her hand, making it hard to tell whether they were tears or laughter, and glared at Fang Yu.

this person.

always like this.

They always do this out of the blue, ruining the atmosphere.

She snorted, picked up a melon seed, and popped it into her mouth.

After chewing a couple of times, the salty and savory flavor spread across the tip of the tongue.

It really smells delicious.

She picked another one.

Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had finally stopped crying.

He pushed the remaining sunflower seeds in his hand toward Liu Yifei, then grabbed a handful of new ones from the plate and started peeling them.

This one isn't for Liu Yifei.

He handed the peeled melon seeds to Zhao Guifang.

Zhao Guifang was wiping her eyes with her sleeve when she suddenly saw her son hand her a handful of melon seeds, and she paused for a moment.

"At least you still have some conscience."

Despite his feigned disgust, he had already reached out, picked one up, and popped it into his mouth.

Fang Daqiang sat beside him, watching eagerly.

I waited for ages, but it never came.

"...Um, son, your dad cried too."

"Dad, why are you crying like that, you're a grown man? It's embarrassing."

"..."

Fang Daqiang silently grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them open.

In the living room, the "crunching" sound of people cracking sunflower seeds gradually transformed from Fang Yu's solo activity into a chorus of four.

The atmosphere, which had been gloomy, finally dissipated.