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Fang Yu just picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

Hearing Liu Yifei's earth-shattering question.

With a "poof" sound!

He spat out a mouthful of water!

"Big sister, quickly put away your dangerous thoughts."

Fang Yu suppressed a laugh and said:

"It's a human being, the number seven!"

"A person's seven days are also called a person's days!"

"This is not a holiday that is inappropriate for children."

He cleared his throat and began to speak slowly and deliberately:

"Legend has it that when Nuwa first created the world, she created six animals in the first six days: chicken, dog, pig, sheep, cow, and horse."

"On the seventh day, Nuwa probably felt that having only animals was too boring, so she began to mold humans from clay."

Therefore, the seventh day of the Lunar New Year is the common birthday of all mankind!

"There's an old saying in northern China: 'On the seventh day of the lunar month, Renri (Human Day), we eat longevity noodles.'"

"Eating noodles for lunch today symbolizes using long noodles to tie the legs of children, protecting us all and ensuring our safety, health, and longevity!"

After listening to Fang Yu's explanation of folk customs, Liu Yifei suddenly realized what was going on.

"Oh, I see..."

She nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright, alright, stop standing there."

Zhao Guifang waved her hand and gave the order.

"The whole family moved to the kitchen to work!"

After entering the kitchen.

Zhao Guifang tied on a large apron and took out a shiny large aluminum basin from the cupboard.

Scoop up some flour, add water, and begin kneading and mixing the dough with exceptional skill.

Fang Daqiang, who was feeling a bit down because he had been deprived of his cooking authority, was quite upset.

He moved a small stool over and sat in front of the stove, quietly adding firewood to the firebox and peeling garlic.

He kept sighing and muttering things like, "I'm old and useless."

Fang Yu took off his coat, tied on an apron, picked up the large black bucket full of crayfish, and poured it into the sink.

Like a curious child, Liu Yifei immediately went over and stood next to him, peeking and watching.

I just heard Fang Yu explain that these "Northeast Black Crawfish" cost 200 yuan per kilogram and are the pinnacle of top-quality river delicacies, requiring extremely high water quality.

In her mind, high-quality ingredients of this caliber must be paired with top-notch cooking techniques.

"Chef Fang, how are we going to cook this top-quality river seafood? Stir-fry it with scallions and ginger, or steam it with minced garlic?"

Liu Yifei asked with expectant eyes, her mind already imagining the alluring aroma.

Fang Yu glanced at her sideways, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Stir-fry? Steam? That would be such a waste of food."

"Today, I'll show you what a unique, hardcore way of eating in Northeast China really looks like."

As he spoke, Fang Yu turned on the tap, took out a new toothbrush, and scrubbed the dozens of clawing crawfish in the pool clean one by one.

After washing, Fang Yu did not pick up a wok or prepare scallions, ginger, and garlic to sauté.

He took a clean, empty bowl.

He grabbed a crayfish that was still waving its large pincers, and with a forceful push of both hands, he yanked its thumb off the hard, bluish-black shell.

A crisp "click" sounded.

The hard shell was forcibly pried open, revealing a long, bright, and extremely plump strip of shrimp roe inside!

Fang Yu used a small spoon to carefully scoop out the tempting shrimp roe and put it into an empty bowl.

Then, with a pinch of the shrimp tail and a tug, the shrimp vein was deftly extracted.

He also removed the sandbags from his cheeks and head.

Then, he casually tossed the mutilated crayfish, its roe and vein removed, into the vegetable basket beside him.

One, two, three...

Fang Yu's hand speed was extremely fast.

Before long, the bowl was filled with golden crayfish roe, which emitted a strange and delicious aroma.

After everything is done.

Fang Yu turned around and pulled a large object out from under the cabinet in the corner.

It was a stone mortar, about half the size of a bucket.

Then he took out a stone pestle as thick as a child's arm.

Under Liu Yifei's astonished gaze.

Fang Yu picked up the vegetable basket filled with half-eaten crayfish.

With a "whoosh"!

They poured all the crayfish, shells and all, into the stone mortar.

"What...what are you doing?!" Liu Yifei's eyes widened.

Fang Yu did not answer, but instead gripped the stone pestle tightly with both hands and raised it high.

next second.

He smashed it down hard on the pile of hard crayfish at the bottom of the stone mortar!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud suddenly exploded in the kitchen.

Along with the muffled thud, there was also the cracking sound of the carapace shattering.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Fang Yu completely transformed into an emotionless pile driver, smashing down the stone pestle in his hand like a storm!

Originally, those top-quality river delicacies, though they had lost their roe, were still intact.

Under Fang Yu's inhuman and violent onslaught, the hard, bluish-black shell shattered into pieces, and the snow-white, tender shrimp meat inside was crushed by the immense force.

White minced meat, green juice, black shell fragments...

Less than two minutes.

That half-basket of precious crayfish turned into a bizarre mess of blood and flesh mixed with carapace fragments!

The scene was extremely wild, even exuding an indescribable "brutality"!

Liu Yifei was so frightened that she instinctively took half a step back, her slender fingers gripping the door frame tightly.

This isn't cooking; this is clearly destroying evidence!

That's so brutal!

The viewers in the live stream were completely dumbfounded.

[Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!! What the hell is going on?!]

That was a top-grade water quality metal detector that cost two hundred yuan per kilogram! And you just smashed it with a rock?!

[What a waste! Absolutely a waste! Even the neighbor's kid is drooling with envy, and you're just here smashing rocks?!]

[That's so cruel! Even if you don't want to eat it with the shell on, couldn't you at least peel the meat out? Smashing it to pieces, shell and all, is inedible!]

In the kitchen.

Fang Yu stopped what he was doing, glanced at the meat paste in the stone mortar that was no longer recognizable, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he turned around, picked up a water ladle, scooped out more than half a ladle of water from the water vat, and poured it into the stone mortar with a "splash".

Fang Yu immediately started stirring and kneading the cold, minced meat mixed with sharp shell fragments in the stone mortar.

I stirred it for two or three minutes to fully combine the water and minced meat.

Then.

He took a clean stainless steel basin, the rim of which was covered with a piece of snow-white gauze.

Fang Yu picked up the heavy stone mortar and poured the gruesome mixture inside onto the gauze.

He gathered the four corners of the gauze and twisted it forcefully with both hands!

"Splash..."

The juice was squeezed out continuously through the gaps in the gauze and flowed into the stainless steel basin below.