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Fang Yu's gaze towards his father completely changed.

Good guy!

One phone call, and half the province's worth of colleagues came running!

Isn't this gold content a bit too frightening?

If this were a martial arts novel, he would definitely be a reclusive old master who pulls out a black iron plaque and slams it on the table—"Heroes of the world, come and meet me at my command!"

Fang Yu roared inwardly.

Father! My dear father!

Why didn't you say you had this kind of overpowered protagonist script sooner?

If I had known my family was so wealthy, why would I have bothered trying to make a name for myself in the entertainment industry?

Wouldn't it be better to avoid taking forty years of detours?

Wouldn't it be great if I just followed in my father's footsteps and became a carefree, domineering "princeling" of the Northeastern catering industry?!

He doesn't even have to go to work every day. He just slumps in his armchair, crosses his legs, and directs more than a hundred chefs to toss the wok.

Anyone who dares to disobey can stand up and yell, "Believe me or not, I'll get my dad to kick you out of the culinary world!"

Gee tut.

Just thinking about this kind of life makes me so happy I could burst into tears.

The viewers in the live stream couldn't hold back any longer, and the chat was practically bursting with sparks.

[Case solved, brothers! Yu Shen's dad is the real leading man! This show should just be renamed "The Return of the Chef: My Son is a Top Superstar!"]

[This plot development is absolutely explosive! The old man's aura, his presence—he's truly a godfather of Northeastern cuisine!]

[Fang Yu: After living for over twenty years, I finally understand today—my dad is the biggest secret weapon in this family!]

However, even Fang Daqiang, the "godfather" who has been hailed as a god by the entire internet, was a little dazed at this moment.

He stood with his hands behind his back at the gate of the courtyard, trying his best to maintain an inscrutable demeanor.

But in those eyes, there was clearly a hint of confusion, a hint of bewilderment, and a hint of bewilderment as if to say, "Am I still half asleep?"

Looking at the vast array of deities lined up outside the gate, Old Fang's brows furrowed deeply.

Not right.

Something's really wrong.

He made about ten phone calls last night, all to his old buddies.

It's nothing more than asking them to help spread the word that their son is going to do something big, but they're missing a master craftsman who can actually wield a big iron wok.

According to Comrade Lao Fang's own calculations, if twenty or thirty people show up today, that would be considered giving him enough face.

But what about this situation?

Good guy.

There are nearly a hundred people inside and outside the compound!

And look at the village entrance, there are cars heading this way!

I'm thinking about it.

A bald, burly man forced his way to the front of the crowd.

He completely ignored "Godfather" Fang Daqiang, went straight to Fang Yu, grabbed his hand tightly, and shook it up and down excitedly.

"Oh my god! I've finally seen Fang Yu alive!"

The bald, burly man had a voice like a loudspeaker.

"I'm from the chefs' association in the next city!"

"I saw your live stream last night, where you said you were going to treat the whole country to a massive banquet. Without saying a word, I immediately dragged all the chefs from our area who had ever worked at such a large banquet over here!"

Fang Yu was dumbfounded.

"what?"

Before he could react, another man with a thick gold chain around his neck squeezed in next to him.

The older brother patted his chest, his voice even louder than the bald man's.

"Brother Fang Yu!"

"I used to be the head chef in our village, and later I opened several chain restaurants in the city!"

"When I heard last night that you were going to treat netizens across the country to our Northeastern Feast, I got so angry I locked the shop and stormed over!"

"This represents the face of the entire Northeast!"

"We're experts at flipping big iron woks, so we have to help!"

Before Brother Gold Chain could finish speaking, a chorus of agreement immediately erupted from behind him.

"That's right! We've all worked at banquets in the surrounding villages!"

"Brother Fang Yu, today you just give the orders directly, and we'll execute them exactly as you point! We absolutely won't let you down!"

"Money is no joke! I just can't swallow this insult. I have to let our friends from other places know that our Northeastern Feast is not some haphazardly made stew!"

"Let's just do it! We're not after the money, we're just concerned about appearances! This banquet has to be a grand and impressive affair!"

A group of elderly men surrounded Fang Yu, spitting as they spoke, their emotions running high.

Comrade Lao Fang stood on the outermost edge and listened for a long time. Now he finally figured it out.

After all that commotion, it turns out that the heroes who overflowed the courtyard walls and blocked half the street were not summoned by his Cloud Piercing Arrow at all.

These people are all after his son!

Driven by that bold statement, "I'll treat everyone to a feast for ten thousand," he came charging over, wielding a wok and a large cleaver.

Some people felt that Fang Yu handled the matter openly and honestly, bringing honor to the people of Northeast China, and that he was simply doing his part with great effort.

Some people wanted to come and witness this unprecedented grand spectacle firsthand.

Some people probably think that being able to show their face in a live stream with tens of millions of viewers is something they can brag about for the rest of their lives back in their village.

They all have different thoughts, but they are all very down-to-earth.

But there's one thing that can't be faked—

This group of people are all seasoned veterans who have worked hard at weddings and funerals and can actually wield a heavy iron pot.

Fang Yu stood in the center of the crowd, completely stunned by these rough yet passionate words.

He originally thought that the boast he made yesterday was too big and that he might suffer a big setback.

But he never expected that this flippant remark would be taken as a flag that these Northeastern men had to hold fast to!

Liu Yifei stood next to Fang Yu, looking at the chaotic yet exciting scene before her, her eyes inexplicably reddening.

She's seen it all in the industry: fans doing data manipulation, fighting over billing order, and manipulating online rankings and comments for their idols.

But she had never seen anything like it before.

A group of complete strangers.

For the simple reason of "not bringing shame to the Northeastern banquet", they brought their own dry food and strength and came from the freezing cold to join the battle!

At that moment, the fairy sister suddenly understood completely.

Fang Yu's fearless and reckless spirit was genuine and not something he was faking.

The black soil beneath his feet and the vibrant, passionate people behind him are the source of his confidence to stand up to the world.

The chat room erupted in chaos at that moment.

[Damn, tears are falling! This is the real martial arts world! No swords and shadows, just the mundane realities of life and this damn human warmth!]

[These aren't chefs! This is clearly an invincible iron army dedicated to protecting the honor of Northeastern cuisine!]

[Don't be a coward, Feather God! Go for it! You're not fighting alone today; the entire culinary world of Northeast China stands behind you!]

Fang Yu took a deep breath of the icy wind, forcefully suppressing the sour feeling rising in his throat.

Now that the army has already reached the city gates, all that's left is to lead these men, young and old, in a fierce and glorious battle!

He took a sharp step forward, his gaze sweeping over the dark mass of people in front of him.

The area outside the gate, which was bustling with noise just a second ago, fell completely silent the next.

All the men, young and old, had their eyes fixed on the young commander-in-chief, who was only in his early twenties.

Fang Yu cleared his throat, completely abandoning his carefree and irresponsible demeanor.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!"

He stood ramrod straight, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to the crowd before him.

"Everyone came from far away to support me, Fang Yu."

"I'll remember this kindness!"

"Let's not waste any more time on sentimental talk today!"

"We'll only do one thing—"

"Let the people of the whole country have a good look and see just how impressive our Northeastern banquet really is!"