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In the kitchen.

An unprecedented battle for "deep-fried icicles" ended with Liu Yifei eating five icicles and then rubbing her slightly chilly stomach, declaring a truce.

The two were bickering in the kitchen. Fang Yu directed Liu Yifei to wash the iron plate that had held the ice cubes, while he slowly and methodically scrubbed the oil pan.

As the cooking fumes dissipated, the tranquility and comfort of the northern winter courtyard returned once more.

For the rest of the afternoon, Fang Yu strictly adhered to his core principle of "not leaving the kang unless absolutely necessary," stubbornly staying on the warm kang and eating sunflower seeds.

After eating and drinking her fill, Liu Yifei was too tired to do anything else. She sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), chatting with Fang's parents about everyday things from time to time, or being amused by Fang Yu's sarcastic remarks and throwing a pillow at him.

It's simple and warm, yet it exudes a homely atmosphere that allows you to completely relax.

In this live-streaming environment where there is no script and everything is left to its own devices.

The "ethereal aura" emanating from Liu Yifei is dissipating at a visible rate.

Instead, it is a reality that is unprecedented, vibrant and bright.

……

Silent all night.

Early the next morning.

The morning sun shone on the snow-covered Kaoshantun, and the air was crisp and fresh.

At 8 a.m., the live broadcast of "Going Home for the New Year" had just been connected.

Tens of millions of "Waiting Feather People" who had been holding back all night poured in like a tidal wave.

The camera cuts to the Fang family's courtyard.

Fang Yu, dressed in his signature military overcoat, was squatting in the yard, completely unladylike, holding an enamel mug and brushing his teeth with foam all over his mouth.

"Crunch, crunch—"

The curtain to the main room was lifted, and Liu Yifei, wrapped in a thick coat and with her hair casually tied in a loose bun, walked out yawning.

The nation's goddess's fair and radiant face still carried a hint of sleepiness.

She glanced at Fang Yu's "old man from the village" demeanor and rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Fang Yu, it's so cold outside so early in the morning. Are you burning your mouth brushing your teeth inside? Why do you have to come outside and freeze?"

Fang Yu spat out a mouthful of white foam, and without raising his head, groaned:

"What do you know? This is called being down-to-earth!"

"The first breath of Siberian cold air in the morning paired with mint toothpaste is an incredibly refreshing sensation that goes straight to the top of your head!"

Just then.

Suddenly, the roar of a farm diesel engine came from afar.

The sound grew louder as it approached, eventually stopping outside the gate of the Fang family's courtyard.

Fang Yu quickly rinsed his mouth, stood up, and went out to greet them.

Liu Yifei, her eyes full of curiosity, followed after them like a little tail.

Outside the gate, a blue farm tricycle was parked, its cargo bed covered with a thick military green tarpaulin, making it impossible to see what was inside.

The man who jumped out of the driver's seat was Zhang Tiezhu's father, Old Zhang.

Old Zhang was wearing a thick coat, holding a cigarette in his hand, and exhaling a puff of white smoke.

"Xiaoyu! I've brought you everything you wanted!"

"You're quite efficient, Uncle Zhang." Fang Yu smiled and walked forward, lifting the canvas on the truck bed.

Liu Yifei and the viewers in the live stream craned their necks.

However, when the canvas was lifted, everyone was stunned.

That was a truckload of timber!

Several thick logs, and a dozen or so sturdy planks that had already been cut and were emitting a faint woody fragrance.

Old Zhang patted the carriage and pointed to the pile of timber, saying:

"Xiaoyu, you told Tiezhu about this yesterday afternoon, and Tiezhu told me about it last night."

"That's why your uncle went to the lumber mill in town before dawn today and picked out some good timber for you."

"Take a look, is it suitable?"

Fang Yu reached out and tapped on the old red pine branches, listening to the deep, resonant echo, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Great! Absolutely fantastic!"

"The wood is completely dry; this material is just right."

At this moment, Fang Daqiang and Zhao Guifang, who had heard the commotion, also came out of the house.

The elderly couple were completely dumbfounded when they saw the huge truckload of timber.

Fang Daqiang asked:

"Old Zhang, what are you doing bringing a cartload of timber so early in the morning?"

"We have enough firewood to last most of the winter, so we don't need any new wood."

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang quickly explained:

"It's not for starting a fire, Daqiang! It's for Xiaoyu!"

As he spoke, Old Zhang took out a long, shiny black canvas bag from a corner of the truck bed and placed it on the ground.

With a "whoosh".

The canvas bag was untied, revealing its contents.

It was a set of carpenter's tools that looked quite old.

Woodworking planes of different sizes, hand saws of varying lengths, several chisels polished to a shine, a wooden ink line with a chalk line, and an old Lu Ban ruler.

As soon as this set of equipment was revealed, everyone realized what was going on!

Fang Yu, you want to do carpentry?!

Liu Yifei was the first to come to her senses.

She went closer to the pile of carpentry tools and looked at the sharp chisels and saws.

She raised her head again, looking at Fang Yu incredulously.

"You're going to make your own furniture?!"

Liu Yifei's brain was racing, trying to connect "her good brother's wedding" with "a truckload of wood".

Then, she suddenly realized and slapped her thigh:

"Oh, I see!"

"Are you planning to have a double bed made for Tiezhu's wedding?"

"Or perhaps we could make a large wardrobe as a wedding gift for them?"

This reasoning was logical and well-founded, and immediately garnered strong approval from the viewers in the live stream.

[Holy crap! That makes sense! It's very normal for people in rural areas to have furniture made for weddings!]

[Fang Da Hu You's generosity is impressive! Handmade wedding furniture—that's much more meaningful than giving money as a wedding gift!]

But... will he? Yesterday he was the culinary god of the Chinese entertainment industry, and today he's preparing to become a living Lu Ban (a legendary master carpenter)?

[I don't believe it! Carpentry is a skilled trade; you can't learn it in less than three to five years! This kid is definitely just showing off!]

【Yes! Forget about making furniture! I think even making a small stool would be a struggle!】

It's not just netizens who don't believe it.

As the biological father, Fang Daqiang was the first to stand up and ruthlessly undermine him.

"What kind of furniture is this!"

"Old Zhang, hurry up and pull him back! Don't let this little brat ruin your good piece of wood!"

Fang Yu wasn't flustered by his own father.

After all, no one knows a son better than his father.

Fang Yu really couldn't even swing a hammer properly before.

But he has a system.

"Dad, there's a saying: 'A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation.'"

"Your son is currently hiding his true abilities."