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

Fang Yu nodded secretly.

This Director Wang seems to enjoy gossiping and is a bit of an old scoundrel.

But when it really comes down to it, they are truly reliable in handling matters.

The accommodation problem has been solved.

Next comes the most crucial step: preparing the ingredients.

A banquet for ten thousand people, to put it bluntly, boils down to four words: soldiers, horses, and provisions.

We have people, and we have a place to live.

The rest depends on whether the ingredients are of high quality.

Fang Yu was just about to go over the purchase list with Director Wang.

Director Wang, however, seemed to have already guessed his thoughts and simply waved his hand magnanimously.

"Walk."

"Let me show you something real."

The group arrived at a temporarily marked-out open space next to the square.

As soon as he got close, Fang Yu heard the roar of an engine.

Followed by.

One large truck after another lined up and drove into the square.

The truck doors opened with a "whoosh," and the movers began unloading the goods while chanting slogans.

Bags of potatoes, still covered in mud, were piled up like small mountains.

Baskets of bright green Chinese cabbages were piled high.

Half-strips of pork, covered in white frost, were carried off in a line.

There were also boxes of chickens, ducks, and geese nearby.

Frozen fish, glass noodles, pickled cabbage, tofu, mushrooms, sweet potatoes...

At first glance, it doesn't look like food preparation at all.

That's like bringing the entire Northeast's New Year's wholesale market to the square!

Fang Yu stared wide-eyed.

"Director Wang, isn't this... this setup a bit too outrageous?"

Liu Yifei's beautiful eyes were also filled with shock.

She secretly reached out and tugged at Fang Yu's down jacket sleeve, then leaned closer and whispered something.

"Fang Yu... are our appearance fees really enough to buy all this stuff?"

Fang Yu couldn't help but smile when she muttered that to herself.

"Don't worry, boss lady, we won't make you add more if it's not enough."

"At worst, we can just collect some money as a gift."

A sudden shout of "Boss Lady" made Liu Yifei's ears burn.

She gave Fang Yu a coquettish glare, but the smile in her eyes and brows was impossible to suppress.

Director Wang, with his sharp ears, overheard their whispers and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Xiao Fang is right, you really don't need to pay for this, and you certainly don't need to collect any money as a gift!"

He pointed to the eye-catching banners with red backgrounds and white lettering hanging on the large trucks.

"Do you two have some kind of misunderstanding about the terrifying influence you have online?"

"Your boastful words yesterday immediately dominated the trending topics across the internet!"

"The city government held a meeting overnight and approved the special funds, not to mention..."

"The most crucial thing is—"

Director Wang pointed to the bag of potatoes bearing the company's logo, his face full of pride.

"The agricultural and sideline product entrepreneurs and large-scale farm owners throughout Heilongjiang Province have all gone mad!"

"This is a nationally renowned banquet attracting tens of thousands of people!"

"Whose pork and cabbage can be put into these huge iron pots? Whose name can appear in the live streams of your tens of millions of viewers? Isn't that more effective than spending tens of millions to play games during prime time?!"

"These potatoes and cabbages right here, and those whole slabs of pork over there, were all delivered overnight by major leading enterprises in the province, who chartered trucks and even paid out of their own pockets to get them!"

"Business owners from several surrounding cities almost cursed each other on the phone over the title of 'Exclusive Sponsor of the Mohe Grand Banquet'!"

Director Wang waved his hand with an air of domineering authority.

"So, Xiao Fang, just go for it and write down the menu!"

"We have potatoes if you want potatoes, and we have cabbage if you want cabbage."

"Chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, sheep—as long as they're not on the national protected animal list, if you dare put them on the menu, I'll get them for you!"

In short.

"Here, the food is all-you-can-eat!"

"Just open it up and create everything!"

Fang Yu was truly speechless this time.

That's what official endorsement looks like!

Manpower, accommodation, and food supplies are all guaranteed.

The remaining task is to figure out how to win this unprecedentedly tough battle.

Fang Yu turned around and looked at Fang Daqiang behind him, as well as the group of Master Xi who had been itching to try their luck.

"dad."

"Dear uncles and elders."

"The equipment is almost complete."

"Now, it's up to you all to show your true abilities."

Fang Daqiang nodded steadily.

"You don't need to worry about these things in the kitchen."

"We old folks have spent our whole lives handling weddings and funerals."

"How many pots should be set up, how many people should chop vegetables, how many people should prepare the ingredients, who should be in charge of the fire, who should be in charge of the soup, and who should check the saltiness."

"We all know what's going on."

He paused, then continued:

"You'll be in charge of one thing."

"The menu is finalized."

"You're in charge of ensuring the flavor of every dish."

Upon hearing this, the experienced craftsmen around immediately chimed in with their own opinions.

"Old Fang is right."

"Master Fang, you'll be the commander-in-chief."

"Just give us your advice; leave the hard and tiring work to us."

"Slaughtering pigs and sheep, chopping vegetables, setting up pots and starting fires—we can do all of these with our eyes closed."

"You take care of quality control, and we'll take care of serving the food."

A chubby chef even shouted out with a laugh.

"Don't worry, we can't say anything else."

"As long as the pot is big enough and the firewood is burning bright enough, no one will leave the square hungry!"

This remark immediately drew laughter from the audience.

That unique Northeastern boldness and passionate, chivalrous spirit soared to the heavens.

A surge of heat rushed to the top of Fang Yu's head, and he shouted:

"OK!"

"Then I'll leave the kitchen scheduling to my dad and all the uncles and elders."

"I personally oversee quality control."

"We have only one goal."

Fang Yu raised his finger and pointed to the mountain of ingredients in front of him, then to the plaza that was being built in the distance.

"Everyone who comes to Mohe will have something to brag about for a year after this feast!"

"Even those who can't come are drooling and can't sleep watching from behind their screens!"

"Let's show the whole country—"

"How exactly does the aroma of a Northeastern Chinese feast manage to make people swoon?"

As soon as he said that...

A cheer immediately erupted from the audience.

"good!"

"Just for that line, let's do it!"

"Let the people of the whole country see this!"

"all!"

The viewers in the live stream couldn't sit still any longer, watching the orderly yet exhilarating scene unfold.

Holy crap, this is hype!

[Brothers, all the standing tickets to Mohe are sold out, what do we do?]

[If I ride my bike there now, will I even have time to eat some leftovers?!]