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

The next day, it was still dark.

The roosters in Kaoshantun are still crowing and haven't started working yet.

The lights in the Fang family's courtyard were already on.

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei both got up very early.

To be precise, I didn't sleep much at all.

When Fang Yu closed his eyes, all he could see in his mind were images of a giant iron pot, a mountain of potatoes, and a sea of ​​cabbages.

There was also a group of tourists eagerly waiting for their meal, chopsticks in hand.

The scene was comparable to a zombie apocalypse.

The only thing the zombie was shouting was—

"Has the feast started?"

Liu Yifei wasn't much better off.

Although she didn't have to cook herself, the thought of Fang Yu bragging about it to the entire internet yesterday still bothered her.

If the backup doesn't arrive, just thinking about the scene makes me want to dig my toes into the ground.

The two, both sporting identical dark circles under their eyes, stared at each other in the yard.

Fang Yu held the enamel mug, his voice becoming somewhat weak.

"Fairy Sister, what do you say...?"

"Is my dad really reliable?"

This is the Nth time he has asked this question since he woke up.

Liu Yifei yawned.

"Didn't your uncle say he wouldn't let you down?"

That's what they say.

But the expressions on their faces clearly said three words—

I'm not at ease.

I'm very worried.

Zhao Guifang had prepared the meal early in the morning.

No matter what, no matter how important the matter is, you have to eat first.

The family finished breakfast amidst a complex atmosphere of anticipation, tension, trepidation, and a slight worry about what to do if they had blown their own horn.

The sun had just peeked over the eastern mountains, its golden edge barely visible.

The big yellow dog at the village entrance barked lazily twice.

next second.

A series of "putt-putt-putt" motor sounds came from afar.

A slightly worn blue farm tricycle stopped in front of the Fang family's house.

Three elderly men wearing thick cotton-padded coats and dog-skin hats jumped out of the truck bed.

They were all full of energy, their eyes shining brightly.

Fang Yu recognized the one in the lead.

Grandpa Li from the neighboring village near the water.

In the past, when Fang Daqiang hosted banquets, he would often ask him to come and lend a hand.

"Daqiang! We're here!"

Grandpa Li has a loud and clear voice.

Before the person even entered the courtyard, the noise shook the gate open.

Fang Daqiang came out of the house to greet him with a smile on his face.

"Old Li, you're here so early?"

"Absolutely!" Old Li slapped his thigh. "I heard your son is hosting a banquet for ten thousand people. How could we not join in the excitement?"

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei quickly stepped forward to offer cigarettes and greet them.

"Hello, gentlemen!"

"It's so cold, you guys must be working so hard!"

Grandpa Li chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"It's not hard at all!"

"This old man is so awesome, I could brag about it until I'm dead!"

Fang Yu quickly ushered the old men into the house.

At the same time, I breathed a long sigh of relief.

Three people came.

Including their biological father, that makes four people.

Although the troop strength is still a bit tight, at least the predicament of being a commander without troops has been escaped.

however.

This is just the beginning.

Before Grandpa Li's tricycle was even turned off, the sound of another vehicle came from the village entrance.

This time it was a dilapidated Wuling Hongguang.

The car door opened with a "whoosh".

Four more sprightly old men came down.

As soon as they saw Fang Daqiang in the courtyard, they called out to him from a distance.

"Old Fang!"

"That's not fair of you!"

"You've taken on such a big job, were you planning to forget about us if Lao Li hadn't called us?"

Fang Daqiang laughed heartily and quickly offered cigarettes.

"No way! I just didn't want you to be too busy!"

Fang Yu recognized these four people.

They were all well-known "top leaders" in the nearby villages.

If you can get them to attend a family's wedding or funeral, then the banquet is basically secured.

This is the end.

Fang Yu's "chef team" has expanded to eight people.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

Eight people.

It's still a bit risky.

However, as long as the process is well arranged, it is not impossible to manage even if it is barely acceptable.

Fang Yu had just finished mentally preparing himself.

There was another noise outside the door.

Behind the Wuling Hongguang, a fully loaded pickup truck followed.

Behind the pickup truck was a minibus.

Behind the minibus were tractors, vans, and old-fashioned off-road vehicles.

There was even a minibus with the words "Wedding Caravan" written in red on it.

In a short time.

For the first time ever, an unprecedentedly long queue formed on the path leading to Kaoshantun.

All sorts of cars, a motley collection, poured into the Fang family's courtyard.

Even the big yellow dog at the village entrance perked up at the sight.

It stood on the snowdrift, its tail no longer wagging, staring intently at the convoy.

I bet even the dog is thinking:

What are we going to do today?

Why is it even scarier than Chinese New Year?

More and more people are coming into the courtyard.

At first, Fang Yu was able to go up and greet everyone one by one.

"Hello, sir."

"Uncle, you've worked hard."

"Ouch, slow down, the floor is slippery."

Later, so many people flocked in that he couldn't even find his biological father anymore.

Fang Yu could only stand there numbly, mechanically nodding, smiling, and cupping his hands.

The person completely transformed into a soulless welcoming robot.

Liu Yifei, who was standing to the side, was also dumbfounded.

She originally thought that when Fang Daqiang said "call for help," he meant to call a few local craftsmen to come and help.

But the scene before us—

How many people did they bring?

This is clearly a row that's been drawn!

A reinforced platoon composed of master chefs from Northeast China!

Soon, the Fang family's courtyard was so crowded that there was no room to squeeze in, and the crowd overflowed over the courtyard wall.

A rough count suggests there are at least fifty or sixty people.

Moreover, there seemed to be cars driving this way from the village entrance in the distance.

Zhao Guifang was also stunned.

She tugged at Fang Daqiang's sleeve, her voice lowered.

"Old man..."

"Did you invite all the top chefs in Heilongjiang Province?"

Fang Daqiang himself was completely baffled.

He smoked a cigarette, looking at the crowd of people thronging the courtyard, his brow furrowed.

That's not right.

I made ten phone calls.

How did this happen...?

So many people?

The viewers in the live stream were now in a frenzy.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What kind of incredible scene is this?! Is this a gathering of legendary culinary masters?!]

[Like an arrow piercing the clouds, a thousand troops of Northeastern banquet chefs come to meet you!]

[Yu Shen is completely dumbfounded, hahaha! His face is screaming: Who am I? Where am I? Who exactly is my father?]

Fang Yu was indeed dumbfounded.

He looked at the dark mass in front of him.

He swallowed hard, moved with difficulty to his father's side, and asked in a low voice:

"Dad, this..."

"Did you bring all these people here?"