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Fang Daqiang threw down the words "Go find someone for me" and went into the inner room without looking back.

Only three people remained at the dinner table.

There were also tens of millions of viewers in the live stream, all completely bewildered across the screen.

Zhao Guifang, on the other hand, stood tall and proud, her face full of pride.

"Did you see that?"

"When it really matters, you'll have to rely on your dad."

Fang Yu didn't reply, but he was puzzled.

His father worked as a head chef in Kaoshantun his whole life, and his connections were limited to just a few surrounding villages.

How many people can you attract by shaking this?

Surely Comrade Fang can't possibly have a hidden identity behind the scenes, right?

Honorary Lifetime President of the Northeast Master Chefs Association?

The godfather of the chefs in Kaoshantun?

At a single command, 100,000 master chefs charged out from the land of white mountains and black waters.

The scene is absurd to even imagine.

Liu Yifei blinked, a little curious.

"Fang Yu, what does 'shaking people' mean?"

Fang Yu: "..."

Zhao Guifang: "..."

The live stream chat instantly erupted in laughter.

[Hahaha, Sister Liu is asking such a serious question!]

[Translation: "Calling for reinforcements" is like sending an arrow piercing the clouds, summoning a thousand armies to meet them!]

[That old man's back view just now was so cool! He looks like a reclusive monk who's been gone for years!]

Is it possible that Fang Yu's father is actually a hidden bigwig in the Northeast catering industry?

Fang Yu organized his thoughts and was about to explain some Northeastern underworld slang to Liu Yifei.

Then the door to the inner room creaked open.

Fang Daqiang walked out with his hands behind his back.

His expression was perfectly calm.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he had just gone in to put on a pair of thermal underwear.

He sat back down at the table, picked up the bowl of porridge that had gone a little cold, and slowly slurped it down.

Zhao Guifang quickly went over.

"How's it going, old man?"

"Is it shaking?"

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei also pricked up their ears.

Fang Daqiang put down his bowl of porridge without even lifting his eyelids.

Two words popped out of his mouth.

"All done."

Zhao Guifang's eyes lit up immediately.

"How many people did you shake?"

Fang Daqiang raised a rough finger.

Zhao Guifang tentatively asked, "Ten?"

Fang Yu considered it in his mind.

Ten head chefs...

It's a bit tight, but at least it'll manage.

Fang Daqiang shook his head.

Zhao Guifang's voice rose: "One hundred?!"

Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that Comrade Lao Fang really has a hidden identity in the underworld?

Fang Daqiang shook his head again.

Then, he slowly and deliberately spoke.

"I said, one day."

He paused, then finished the sentence.

"The person will definitely arrive tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking...

Fang Yu was stunned.

Liu Yifei was stunned.

Zhao Guifang was also stunned and stood there.

That doesn't make any sense at all.

The question everyone is asking is how many people were hailed.

You'll answer in one day?

Fang Yu reacted quickly and tentatively asked:

"Dad, you mean...?"

"The person will arrive tomorrow."

"But you don't have a clear idea of ​​exactly how many will come?"

Fang Daqiang glanced at him and said irritably:

"I called all my old buddies."

"Let them spread the word further."

"Let as many as you can come."

Fang Yu's vision went completely black.

Good guy.

After all that, it turns out this was just a broadcast!

Isn't this the "cloud-piercing arrow" of the grand banquet chef world?

The arrow has been shot.

As for whether it's a reinforced platoon or just a makeshift operation, purely for opening blind boxes...

Fang Yu sighed.

Fine.

Anyway, the boast has already been made.

His father also fired his Cloud Piercing Arrow.

From now on, it's up to fate.

……

at the same time.

Because of Fang Yu's statement, "I'll treat netizens from all over the country to a feast."

The gears of society have begun to turn wildly in an absurd way because of this grand feast that hasn't even started yet.

An office building in southern China.

Li, a working-class man, took a deep breath and knocked on the office door.

The owner inside didn't even look up.

"What is it?"

Xiao Li rubbed his hands together, his voice weak.

"Boss, I'd like to ask for four days off."

"A distant relative needs to take care of something."

The boss frowned.

"How distant are the relatives? Four days' visit?"

Xiao Li swallowed.

"It's very far, in Mohe."

The boss slowly raised his head.

He stared at Xiao Li with an expression that said, "I've seen through everything."

Then he asked quietly, "Your relative..."

"Is his name Fang Yu?"

Xiao Li froze.

"what?"

The boss pushed the keyboard aside and stood up abruptly.

"Stop pretending, I want to go too."

Want a ride?

the other side.

A female dormitory at a university.

Four girls huddled around a computer, frantically refreshing the ticket purchase page.

"Hard seats are gone!"

"What about standing tickets?!"

"Even standing tickets are sold out!"

"Then let's transit through here!"

"First to Harbin, then take a bus, then a dog sled!"

"Sister, wake up!"

"Besides Yu Shen, who the hell knows how to drive a dog sled?"

A girl wearing glasses slammed her hand on the table, looking aggressive.

"I don't care!"

"Even if I have to pull the sled myself, I'm going to attend the official announcement banquet for Feather God!"

"I've already thought of the captions for my WeChat Moments."

"It's not a wedding, but it feels even better than attending one!"

……

It's not just happening online.

The actual transportation routes to Northeast China have also started to fall into chaos.

On a green train heading towards Harbin.

The train attendant pushed a cart through the carriage, calling out instructions with practiced ease.

"Beer, beverages, and mineral water."

"Eight-Treasure Porridge with Peanuts and Melon Seeds"

"Please pull your legs in."

On this route, instant noodles and sausages usually sell the fastest.

But today, the flight attendant asked three rows in a row, and no one paid.

A man from Northeast China rubbed his empty stomach and swallowed hard.

"I'm not buying it anymore."

"Keep your belly there."

"Once we get there, I'm going to have a real showdown with Yu Shen's hundred iron pots of stewed goose."

These words caused an uproar throughout the entire carriage.

Passengers from all over the country only discovered this when they started chatting.

Good guy.

Eight out of ten people in one train carriage were there for the same meal!

Even the attendant pushing the cart stopped and sighed softly.

To be honest...

"After finishing my shift in Harbin, I was ready to transfer to Mohe."

The carriage immediately erupted in laughter.

In this nationwide celebration, naturally some people were injured.

In the city center park.

Several elderly men sat around the chessboard, but stopped playing.

"Old Wang, have you heard?"

"A continuous feast will be held at Polaris Square for the Lantern Festival."

"How could I not have heard?"

"My niece is studying at a university in Harbin, and she said she's bringing ten classmates back for a banquet."

"I even get calls from tourists from the south asking if I'd like to rent out my little storage room."

"You rented it?"

"I didn't dare."

"The warehouse door couldn't be closed properly; it was drafty from all sides."

"Don't let the children from the south get sick from the cold."

An older woman standing nearby chimed in with her own comment.

"All the hotels in the city are fully booked right now!"

"People even ask about my heated kang bed."

"They said they'd pay me, I'd even sleep in a woodpile."

Old Wang pushed the chess piece aside and sighed:

"If this feast really goes ahead, we won't have to do anything for the next few days in Mohe."

The old man next to him answered very quickly.

"Absolutely! Even an old man on his deathbed would cling to life until this grand feast is over before he closes his eyes in death!"

"These past few days, if anyone has a wedding or funeral, it's impossible to find a chef!"

A meal that hasn't even started yet.

It completely disrupted the rhythm of the entire city.

These absurd and real-life scenes quickly spread online through WeChat Moments and short videos.

Netizens were absolutely laughing.

Good heavens, one meal brought an entire city's weddings, funerals, and farmers' markets to a standstill!

[The King of Hell looked at the Book of Life and Death with worry: What's going on with the recent KPIs in Mohe? Not a single person has come down to report for duty?]

[The Matchmaker: Stop rushing me, all the red threads here have been used to tie up cabbages.]

[Culture and Tourism Bureau: Don't ask, the answer is a full-scale attack, the whole city is on high alert.]