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

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu couldn't help but laugh.

"I knew this crayfish meal wouldn't be that good."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Uncle, tell me, what could possibly make you go to such lengths?"

Old Zhang rubbed his hands together and chuckled:

"Isn't it because Tiezhu is getting married next week?"

"Uncle has been thinking about it at home... We'll have to ask you, Xiaoyu, to be the head chef for this grand feast!"

These words were spoken.

Standing to the side, Liu Yifei's beautiful eyes lit up instantly.

Cooking? Eating at a grand banquet?!

Instantly, she recalled the image of Fang Yu wielding a spatula in front of a steaming iron wok when she last went to Li Dazhuang's house for a pork stew.

At the time, she was sitting at a table with a group of teenagers, and she couldn't win the fight.

If Fang Yuxin hadn't secretly prepared special meals for her, she probably would have gone home hungry!

Even now, thinking about that meal makes her secretly swallow her saliva late at night.

If Fang Yu were to preside over the wedding banquet...

Good heavens, how much delicious food would that take?

"Oh, Uncle, you flatter me too much."

Fang Yu smiled modestly, just about to exchange a few polite words.

He hadn't finished speaking.

With a loud "bang!"

The thick cotton curtain of the main room was suddenly lifted, and a cold wind rushed in instantly.

Comrade Fang Daqiang had wandered back home at some point, and had obviously overheard Old Zhang's words from outside the door.

At this moment, Fang Daqiang's usually cheerful face was filled with bitterness, grievance, and disbelief.

He glared at Old Zhang, puffing out his beard, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Good grief! You old Zhang, that's not very fair of you!"

As Fang Daqiang took off his military overcoat, he poured out his grievances:

"I, Fang Daqiang, have been cooking in Kaoshantun for most of my life. In the surrounding villages, for every wedding, funeral, or big banquet, I'm the one in charge of the cooking, right?"

"And what happened? Now you've bypassed me, the real chef, and made my son the one in charge of cooking? What were you thinking?!"

Looking at Fang's father's aggrieved expression.

Liu Yifei, who had been trying her best to maintain a dignified goddess posture, couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

She quickly covered her mouth with her fair little hand, but her smiling eyes, which curved into crescent moons, still betrayed her joy at that moment.

The live stream chat instantly erupted in laughter.

[Hahaha! This is hilarious! Poor Fang's dad! This is like having his job stolen right in front of him!]

[Old Zhang: Sorry, old friend, times have changed. It's the young people's world now.]

[It's all over! Fang's father was already at the bottom of the family hierarchy, and now he can't even keep his business in the village!]

[Old Fang: I raised you to be successful so you could make your own way in the world, not so you could come back to the village and steal my job!]

Faced with his old friend's tearful accusation, Old Zhang felt no embarrassment whatsoever; instead, he laughed heartlessly.

He stepped forward, smiled, and patted Fang Daqiang's shoulder heavily, reassuringly saying:

"Hey, Daqiang, don't be so picky."

"We saw Xiaoyu's cooking skills last time when we had the pork stew, didn't we?"

"To be honest, I am indeed a tiny bit better than you!"

"Your cooking is delicious; it's filling and satisfying."

"But Xiaoyu's cooking is on another level; it's absolutely irresistible!"

"A wedding only happens once in a lifetime, who wouldn't want it to be beautiful?"

"Besides, like father, like son, they go to war together!"

Old Zhang winked and gave Fang Daqiang a terrible idea:

"When the big feast begins, Xiaoyu will be the head chef, tossing the wok, and you can go and help her out!"

"Helping to wash the scallions or chop them up—that's real participation, isn't it!"

"It's never beneath family members to help each other!"

"You—! You're talking nonsense!"

Fang Daqiang was so speechless by Old Zhang's words that he almost choked on his breath.

"I'm the head chef of the most prestigious banquet in Kaoshantun, and I've been a chef for decades!"

"You want me to chop vegetables for my son?! And wash scallions?!"

"Isn't this beneath you?!"

Seeing his father's embarrassed expression.

Fang Yu was absolutely laughing to himself, his shoulders shrugging.

But as much as it is fun.

Out of consideration for the brotherhood between him and Zhang Tiezhu, who grew up together as children, sharing the same pants and fishing in the river together.

There's absolutely no reason to refuse this.

Moreover, he had already caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that Liu Yifei beside him was staring longingly at the large black bucket.

That longing, hungry look on his face practically screamed "I want to eat!"

To satisfy the celestial beauty's cravings, I have to take this job!

"Alright, alright, Uncle Zhang, I'll take the job!"

Fang Yu stood up with an air of heroic pride, patted his chest with extreme confidence, and loudly declared that he would take it all on:

"I'll arrange this feast for you perfectly, in a truly magnificent way! I guarantee the whole village will be so full they'll walk in standing up and leave needing to lean against the wall!"

"Yes! That's it! That's exactly what I wanted to hear! With your words, I feel much more at ease!"

Having received confirmation, Old Zhang left the bucket of crayfish with satisfaction, humming a folk song, and happily walked away.

……

After Old Zhang left.

Zhao Guifang looked at the large black water bucket on the ground, which was still making a "splashing" sound, and smiled broadly.

"My goodness, Old Zhang has really spent a fortune this time. This stuff is not easy to deal with now."

She immediately approved the menu for lunch:

"Alright! Today happens to be the seventh day after death, and according to the old traditions, we have to eat noodles for lunch."

"This half-bucket of crayfish is quite a nice touch. We'll use it as a braised dish for lunch—crab cricket tofu hand-pulled noodles!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Daqiang and Fang Yu exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up as they cheered in unison.

Only Liu Yifei, standing to the side, had her clear, beautiful eyes filled with utter confusion.

She tilted her head and muttered something under her breath.

"Wife...day?"

Liu Yifei's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, her mind filled with questions.

Is there really such a strange day as Chinese New Year?

Is this kind of holiday legal?

Although her muttering was not loud, it sounded exceptionally clear in the relatively quiet main room.

The tens of millions of viewers in the live stream were completely blown away by this somewhat outrageous phrase!

[Holy crap?! What did I just hear?!]

[Wife's Day?! What kind of lewd talk is going on in your head, fairy sister?!]

[Hahaha! The doors are welded shut! Nobody's getting off! This isn't a sled heading to kindergarten!]

[Fairy: Who am I? Where am I? Why are the festivals in Northeast China so daring?]

[Don't run away, I also heard it as "Wife's Day"! You really can't blame the fairy sister, the pronunciation is practically identical!]