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

The voice just fell.

Before Liu Yifei could even react to what the phrase "earthquake resistance test" meant...

Fang Yu suddenly slumped his shoulders and shouted.

"Lift the sedan chair—!"

"Hey!"

Fang Daqiang, Lao Zhangtou, and Tiezhu responded in unison.

With the four burly men exerting their strength simultaneously, the large mahogany sedan chair was instantly lifted off the ground.

Immediately afterwards, tens of millions of viewers in the live stream witnessed a wild scene that they would never forget.

Fang Yu was standing to the left front, not walking forward as steadily as before.

Instead, he suddenly bent his knees, shrugged his shoulders, and stepped out in an exaggerated cross-shaped pattern.

He started twisting and turning wildly, as if he were drunk!

"Yo ho! Let's go—!"

With Fang Yu's shout, full of the rich local flavor of Northeast China.

Behind them were Fang Daqiang and Old Zhang, both rough and tough men from the Northeast. Back in the day, who hadn't carried the sedan chair for the village's young men a few times to welcome their brides?

This DNA, ingrained in our bones, awakened instantly!

"Let's go!"

Three old men and a young man, plus Tiezhu who had been led astray.

Four people, eight legs.

They marched with perfectly synchronized, exaggeratedly flamboyant steps.

His shoulders moved up and down, left and right, exerting force with an extremely rhythmic frenzy!

A special skill—the Great Sedan Chair!

In an instant, the bright red bridal sedan chair, which had been perfectly stable just moments before, transformed into a small boat in a storm!

The sedan chair violently flipped up and down and swayed from side to side!

The four golden eaves drew exaggerated arcs wildly in the air, and the red tassels were flung so that they were almost parallel to the ground!

"ah--!"

Inside the elevator, Liu Yifei's exclamation rang out instantly.

One second she was sitting properly on the new cotton cushion, the next second a huge force threw her into the air, and her buttocks left the cushion on the spot!

Before it had even settled properly, the sedan chair suddenly tilted to the left.

She slid off and landed right against the left side of the sedan chair.

"Fang Yu! Are you crazy! Slow down! You're going to throw me off!"

Liu Yifei couldn't hold back any longer. She gripped the wooden window frames on both sides of the sedan chair tightly with both hands and let out a series of angry, anxious, and coquettish exclamations.

Hearing the gasps of surprise coming from inside the sedan chair.

Fang Yu outside did not slow down; instead, he laughed even louder.

"Hahaha! This is nothing!"

"Uncle Zhang! Dad! Increase the intensity for the bride!"

"Okay!"

Fang Daqiang and Old Zhang seemed to have instantly become twenty years younger, shouting work chants at the top of their lungs and using their strength on their shoulders even more enthusiastically.

"It wobbles left and right—!"

The bridal sedan chair was carried by four people, bouncing up and down in the courtyard and starting to frantically draw dragons from side to side.

The viewers in the live stream were absolutely in stitches when they saw this.

[Holy crap, hahaha! This is the legendary giant sedan chair!]

[Feather God, have some decency! Are you trying to knock the fairy's breakfast out of her mouth?!]

[Help! I'm laughing so hard my abs are about to give me abs! What the hell is this earthquake resistance test on a bumpy road?!]

[Fairy Sister's inner monologue: I thought life was peaceful and serene, but you gave me a fast-paced, action-packed surprise?!]

[Those first few steps of his cross-shaped dance were so flashy! Fang Dahua is definitely a master of the Yangko dance!]

yard.

Zhao Guifang stood under the eaves, one hand on her hip and the other laughing so hard she was slapping her thigh, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh my goodness, take it easy, don't shake Yifei too much!"

Meanwhile, inside the elevator car.

Liu Yifei was like a helpless girl on a runaway roller coaster, clinging tightly to everything she could grab, as the car lurched and swayed wildly.

At first, she was genuinely panicked.

But gradually, she discovered that although the sedan chair swayed extremely dramatically, the chassis was surprisingly stable every time it dropped, showing no signs of falling apart.

The intricate mortise and tenon structures that Fang Yu had crafted remained tightly interlocked even under such intense tearing, without making a single unusual sound.

As the fear gradually subsided, the extreme thrill of weightlessness, mixed with the raw, untamed joy of the Northeast black soil, instantly enveloped her completely.

"Giggle giggle..."

A clear, melodious laugh, like the tinkling of silver bells, suddenly came from inside the sedan chair.

Liu Yifei completely gave up struggling.

She released her grip on the window frame, letting her body sway back and forth on the soft cushions as the bridal sedan chair rocked.

She laughed unrestrainedly; her laughter pierced through the red gauze curtain and echoed in the old Fang family's farmhouse courtyard, carrying endless vitality and brightness.

Listening to the joyful laughter coming from inside the sedan chair.

Fang Yu's pace gradually slowed, and the smile in his eyes became incredibly gentle.

Fang Daqiang and Old Zhang exchanged a knowing smile and tacitly steadied the sedan chair pole.

When the bridal sedan chair finally came to a smooth stop on the snow.

Liu Yifei, her face flushed and panting, lifted the sedan curtain.

Those eyes sparkled, filled with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

She glanced at Fang Yu, who was grinning at her, and blurted out:

"Hey, Mr. Fang, could you give me another ten yuan's worth of rides?"

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned when he said that.

After a two-second silence, everyone burst into hearty laughter.

Fang Yu reached out and patted the sturdy mahogany sedan chair pole:

"Fairy Sister, do you think this sedan chair is just for casual juggling?"

"There's a lot to it."

Liu Yifei's curiosity was piqued, and she leaned forward:

"What's with the formalities? Aren't you just deliberately trying to embarrass me?"

Fang Yu cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and began the lesson like an old scholar:

"This big sedan chair is not just something to play around with."

"First, this was to test the bride's temperament."

"Testing their temper?" Liu Yifei asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Think about it," Fang Yu gestured towards the bridal sedan chair, "the bride sits in the sedan chair on her first day of marriage."

"The men carrying the sedan chair outside deliberately jostled it as hard as they could, making it sway from side to side."

"If the bride is so frightened inside that she starts cursing or crying and throwing a tantrum, it means that she has a short temper and is delicate. It may take some effort to get along with her in the future."

"But if the bride laughs and plays more while being bounced around inside, finding it fun and not scared, then it means that the girl has a good temper, is open-minded, and is easy to get along with."

"Once she's married into the family, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will definitely be good, and the whole family will live in harmony."

Liu Yifei was stunned.

Upon closer examination, it does seem to make sense.

She couldn't help but ask, "So, would I be considered to have a good temper?"

Fang Yu suppressed a laugh and gave a thumbs up:

"That's a good deal! Absolutely a good deal!"

"Your temper is exactly what a good wife from Northeast China should be like!"