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

Three days after the shouting controversy, Kaoshantun welcomed a joyous occasion.

Zhang Tiezhu got married.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky over Mohe was still pitch black, with only a few cold stars twinkling.

The entire village was still shrouded in a tranquil night and extreme cold.

The lights in Fang Yu's house are already on.

"Hey, hurry up, stop dawdling."

Fang Yu yawned and leaned against the door frame, urging the people inside to hurry up.

He was wearing an old military overcoat and big cotton shoes, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and he exuded a lazy, sleepy vibe.

"Here it comes!"

Liu Yifei's voice came from inside the house, tinged with a hint of panic.

The heavy cotton curtain was lifted, and Liu Yifei emerged from inside.

When she appeared, the comments in the live stream paused for a few seconds.

Liu Yifei was wearing an old-fashioned, dark blue long down jacket, the kind of ordinary bread jacket with no design whatsoever.

Her face was completely bare, without even drawing her eyebrows, and she wore a large gray mask that completely covered her stunning face, revealing only a pair of clear eyes that looked a little sleepy and confused.

This outfit, combined with her aloof and cool demeanor, made her look like a country girl who had mistakenly wandered into the mortal world...

[Am I blind? Is this Liu Yifei? What's the difference between this and what my mom wears to the market?!]

[Help! Where is my ethereal, otherworldly sister? How did she turn into the neighbor's wife on her way to the early market?!]

[Fang Yu! Give me back my goddess! It's only been a few days, and you've transformed a top-tier superstar like this!]

[Don't yell, I think...it's actually quite nice, mainly because the people in it are good-looking; they'd look good even in a burlap sack. And it's so down-to-earth!!!]

"Do you think this outfit suits me?"

Liu Yifei tugged at the hem of her down jacket with some uncertainty and asked Fang Yu in a low voice.

"Isn't that too casual?"

Fang Yu looked her up and down, then nodded seriously.

"Hmm, very good. You'll be lost in a crowd. It's all about being ordinary and unremarkable."

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"We're here to help out, not to walk the red carpet," Fang Yu explained lazily.

"The bride and groom are the main characters. If we dress too conspicuously, wouldn't we be trying to steal their thunder?"

As he spoke, he tugged at his military overcoat, a family heirloom.

"Didn't you see I'm dressed like this too?"

Liu Yifei thought about it and realized it made sense, so she stopped worrying about it.

After a quick wash and some food, the two set off, guided by the faint starlight reflected off the snow, and trudged towards Zhang Tiezhu's house at the east end of the village.

At this moment, Tie Zhu's house was bustling with noise and excitement.

A large inflatable red archway stands at the entrance to the courtyard, with a banner hanging on it that reads "Happy Wedding, May You Live a Long and Harmonious Life Together."

When celebrating a wedding in the dead of winter in Northeast China, the most spectacular sight is undoubtedly the decorations in the courtyard.

To prevent the guests from getting cold during the banquet, Tie Zhu's family built a huge shed in the yard two days in advance using thick logs and thick transparent plastic sheeting.

The windows were covered with bright red double happiness characters early on, exuding a strong festive atmosphere against the backdrop of frost.

Outside the greenhouse, in a sheltered spot, seven or eight large earthen stoves were temporarily built using red bricks.

The blazing pine firewood made the stove burn extremely brightly, and sparks would occasionally leap into the night sky with the heat.

Several large iron pots, each over a meter wide, were churning with thick, white steam, which collided with the frigid air below minus thirty degrees Celsius, creating a vast expanse of white "ethereal mist."

The "crack" of chopping large bones, the "sizzle" of shovels stirring rapeseed oil, mixed with the rough laughter and curses of the villagers helping out, all blended into a symphony full of everyday life.

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei were immediately spotted as soon as they entered the hospital.

"Oh, Xiaoyu's here!"

"Look, isn't that the big star Liu? Oh my god, he's really here!"

The villagers who were busy with their work stopped what they were doing and greeted them warmly.

Fang Yu was completely unpretentious, greeting each uncle and aunt with a wide grin.

Although Liu Yifei was wearing a mask, she was still a little embarrassed and just kept nodding and smiling at everyone.

When Tiezhu's father, Old Zhang, heard the commotion, he came out of the greenhouse with a radiant face.

"Oh, Xiaoyu! And there's also the big star Liu! Why are you here so early!"

Old Zhang, seeing their cheeks slightly red from the cold wind, quickly called out:

"It's freezing cold, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Come on in and warm up inside."

"There are still some warm sticky rice cakes in the pot. I'll have your aunt get you two bowls of porridge!"

Fang Yu grinned and waved his hand.

"Uncle Zhang, don't bother. I had a quick bite at home before coming here."

He rubbed his hands together and gestured with his chin towards the large, steaming iron pots:

"Let me check how the dishes for today's banquet are prepared, so I have a better idea of ​​what's going on."

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang's face lit up with a smile, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay! The chef's word is law, we'll do whatever you say!"

On the other side, Liu Yifei looked at the bustling scene and felt really awkward just standing there.

Her gaze swept across the area, and in the corner of the greenhouse, several elderly women were gathered around several stainless steel basins, each about the size of a washbasin, picking green beans and peeling garlic.

In Northeast China, vegetables are sold by the "sack" when hosting a banquet.

Liu Yifei didn't think much of it, strolled over, and very naturally pulled over an empty small stool to sit down.

He casually grabbed a handful of green beans that were frozen solid.

"Oh dear, you mustn't!"

The old lady next to her was so frightened when she saw that a big star was going to do some work that she waved her hands repeatedly.

"Liu, you big star, hurry up and come inside and warm up on the kang (heated brick bed). There are melon seeds and candy inside. This isn't work for you!"

"Auntie, you can just call me Yifei." Liu Yifei smiled and spoke in a relaxed and informal tone. "It's stuffy inside, so I'm just joining in the fun."

"Auntie, you pinch off the pointed ends of these green beans and then tear them off along the strings, right?"

As she spoke, she began to work with her hands.

This scene, along with the rising heat in the courtyard and the bright red double happiness character, was clearly transmitted to tens of millions of viewers across the internet through the live broadcast camera.

Wow! This screen is filled with the warmth of everyday life! So this is what weddings are like in rural Northeast China! It's an eye-opener!

Using a giant iron shovel to stir-fry vegetables? Using a washbasin to hold green beans? That's some serious portion control!

[These aren't some high-and-mighty celebrities anymore! They're clearly just the handsome young man and pretty wife from next door helping out!]

[I'm crying, these two are so nice! They're so down-to-earth!]

In the courtyard, the villagers, who were initially a bit reserved, gradually relaxed as they saw Fang Yu and Liu Yifei blend in so naturally.

As everyone worked, they chatted, and the atmosphere became increasingly harmonious.

The few incandescent light bulbs temporarily strung up in the yard emitted a dim yellow glow, which, combined with the orange-red flames burning in the stove, painted the entire yard with a warm hue.

The aroma of meat and firewood, the strong sense of human warmth, and the purest joy intertwined perfectly on a frigid winter morning in Kaoshantun.