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Fang Yu was being held back by Liu Yifei, but he didn't move.

"Don't rush off, I still have important things to do."

Liu Yifei was taken aback, stopped in her tracks, and looked at him with a puzzled expression:

"Is there anything else? What is it?"

Fang Yu grinned and casually pointed to the white steam rising from the corner of the courtyard.

"Without me at today's wedding, everyone will go hungry."

Liu Yifei looked in the direction Fang Yu was pointing and then realized what was happening.

Yup!

This guy is here today to be the head chef for the grand banquet!

But Fang Yu's performance of the suona and the music scene just now was so impressive.

She'd almost forgotten about it!

Thinking back on it now, Liu Yifei is speechless again.

What is all this about?

He's a carpenter, a musician, and now he has to be a cook.

This one person is worth more than a wedding planning company, right?

"You...you really want to cook?" Liu Yifei still couldn't quite believe it.

"Of course," Fang Yu said matter-of-factly, raising his chin. "Without me as the head chef, how could this meal be delicious?"

The viewers in the live stream were completely dumbfounded!

[Oh my god! I forgot about that! Feather God is still the chef today!]

Wow, I thought the suona performance was the finale, but I didn't expect there to be a sequel?

[From art master to cook, isn't your career leap a bit too big, Feather God?]

[What do you know about the previous part? This is called excelling in both arts and sports, oh no, it's excelling in both arts and cooking!]

As the two were talking, they had already wandered to a corner of the yard.

Several temporary red brick stoves are lined up here.

A large iron pot, more than a meter wide, was placed on the stove, with firewood burning underneath, crackling and popping, flames shooting into the sky, and waves of heat rolling in.

On the simple long table next to them, various ingredients were piled up like a small mountain.

A dozen or so villagers were busy helping out in the kitchen, chopping, washing vegetables, and preparing ingredients. The scene was chaotic yet orderly, emphasizing a rustic and authentic atmosphere.

Everyone's faces were beaming with joy as they worked and chatted loudly.

"My goodness, that suona playing was amazing! I've lived for over sixty years, and this is the first time I've ever seen a tune played that could lure birds away!"

"Absolutely! That kid from the Fang family is truly amazing!"

"Daqiang, did your Fang Yu find some kind of master to teach him? This skill is amazing!"

In front of a large iron wok, Fang Yu's father, Fang Daqiang, was wielding a large iron spatula, vigorously stir-frying the vegetables in the wok.

Hearing the villagers' enthusiastic praise, Old Fang, though long used to his son's extraordinary talent, was still overjoyed.

He stood ramrod straight, his face crinkled with laughter, yet he was still talking about Versailles.

"Hey, what kind of expert is he? He's just messing around! This kid's always been a bit of a busybody!"

He spoke modestly, but swung the large iron shovel in his hand with even more vigor.

A father is happier than anyone else when his son is successful.

But this smug feeling didn't last long.

He glanced around and caught a glimpse of Fang Yu and Liu Yifei strolling over.

Alright, the real master chef has arrived!

I, the temporary "commander-in-chief," am probably going to be laid off.

Fang Yu casually grabbed an apron from the side, tied it around his waist, walked forward, and unceremoniously snatched the large iron shovel from his father's hands.

"Dad, you take a break and go have some tea and chat with my uncles. I'll take care of things here."

Fang Daqiang's eyelids twitched.

Goodness, this kid is really not holding back at all!

He originally wanted to try and say something polite like "I can still do it" or "I don't need you."

But looking at Fang Yu's skillful, effortless wok-flipping technique, he was more experienced than I had been cooking banquets for half my life.

The words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

Forget it, I'll give up my seat.

At least the "future daughter-in-law" was still watching from the sidelines.

I have to save face for my son.

Fang Daqiang comforted himself with this thought, silently took off his apron, patted the oil off his hands, and turned to walk out of the greenhouse.

Fang Yu officially took over "supreme command," and the kitchen, a crucial area, instantly came under his control.

the other side.

The two foreign photographers, Jessica and Emily, who had just witnessed the "Oriental fantasy," were wandering aimlessly along the dirt road in Kaoshantun, carrying their long lenses and tripods.

They have just uploaded the video clips they filmed, along with Fang Yu's classic "beauty filter" request, to the internet.

It is foreseeable that before long, the entire international internet will be going crazy for this "music hero" from the East.

Having accomplished their great mission of "cultural dissemination," both of them felt a little hungry.

"Hey Emily, we really need to find somewhere to get something to eat. I feel like I could swallow a whole cow right now."

The tall Jessica patted her flat stomach and complained.

"OK." Emily nodded. She looked around and saw that the farmhouses on both sides of the village road looked almost identical, making it impossible to tell which one was a restaurant.

"There doesn't seem to be a restaurant here. Should we go ask that musician from earlier? He seemed very friendly," Emily suggested.

Jessica thought for a moment, then shook her head:

"No, he must be very busy right now, let's not bother him."

"I think I just saw a small shop over there. Maybe we can go there and buy some bread and water to tide us over."

Their purpose in coming to China this time was to shoot a blockbuster film.

I don't have high requirements when it comes to food.

However, just as they were about to turn around and walk towards the convenience store...

An extremely strong and intense fragrance suddenly drifted into their noses on the wind.

It was a scent they had never smelled before.

It has the aroma of charred meat, the unique fragrance of spices, and the distinctive smoky aroma of burning firewood.

This aroma instantly captivated their taste buds and souls.

"Oh my God! What an amazing taste!"

Jessica stopped abruptly, sniffing the air hard, her blue eyes filled with shock and curiosity.

Emily was completely captivated, her eyes closed and her face filled with ecstasy.

"It smells amazing! This is the best scent I've ever smelled!"

The two followed the scent and quickly located their target.

It was the small courtyard where Zhang Tiezhu's wedding was being held.

The courtyard was bustling with noise and excitement.

Beyond the courtyard wall, billowing white smoke, carrying a deadly fragrance, soared straight into the sky.

"It's from that wedding party!" Jessica's eyes lit up. "The smell is coming from their kitchen!"

Emily swallowed hard. Should she go to the convenience store for some dry bread?

Do not!

That would have been a complete waste of a trip to China!

"But...can we just go in?" Emily hesitated. "We don't know the bride and groom at all. Wouldn't that be too offensive?"

"Then...shall we bring some gifts?" Jessica's eyes lit up.

"Great idea!" Emily agreed.

She took out her wallet and rummaged through it.

Besides a few loose ten-yuan notes, there were only a few brand-new one-hundred-dollar bills inside.

They had only recently arrived in China and hadn't had time to exchange more local currency at the bank.

"It seems like RMB isn't even enough to buy a bouquet of flowers..." Emily lamented.

Jessica also took out her wallet, and her situation was similar to hers.

The two men stared at the few bright green US dollars in their wallets, lost in thought.

Is it appropriate to give US dollars as a gift?

Will they accept it?

"Who cares!" Jessica waved her hand dismissively. "Money is money, even dollars are money!"

She boldly pulled out a Franklin and winked at Emily.

Emily understood immediately and drew a card as well.

"Let's go! Let's experience an Eastern rural carnival!"

Clutching the US dollars, the two men puffed out their chests, looking like foodies ready to die for their cause, and strode towards Tie Zhu's courtyard gate.