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

early morning.

Mohe City, Polaris Square.

A faint, gray light had just appeared on the horizon.

The sun hadn't even truly risen above the horizon, but the biting chill had already already taken over the entire city.

The wind blew from the direction of the Greater Khingan Mountains, carrying fine ice shards that stung my face.

With each breath, a thin layer of white frost forms on the eyelashes.

now.

The entire square has been completely transformed.

Fang Yu stood on the high steps on the west side of the square, wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, his hands in his pockets, his gaze slowly sweeping over everything below.

Liu Yifei was wrapped in a military overcoat, with a scarf covering half of her face, revealing only her bright, sparkling eyes.

The two stood side by side, neither of them speaking for a moment.

Just a few days ago, this was just a barren open space next to Polaris Square.

The snow covered everything, and everything was quiet.

Available today.

It rose directly from the ground, transforming into a super open-air kitchen that is rare in all of China.

Rows of rural red brick and earthen stoves are laid out in neat square formations.

The stove was built overnight, and the red bricks still bore traces of frozen soil that had adhered to them when they were first delivered.

On each stove, there was a large, dark iron pot.

There were even icicles hanging on the edge of the pot, formed when it was delivered last night, which exuded a chill in the dim morning light.

Fang Daqiang has already taken up arms.

He was wearing an old navy blue cotton-padded jacket and a faded apron tied around his waist.

Standing in the center of the kitchen array, he directed the chefs who had come from all over the country to make the final preparations before the banquet began.

"Let's ventilate this stove area again."

"Don't rush to put water in that pot; the bricks aren't fully baked yet."

"Don't throw all the meat into the shed; let it be processed batch by batch."

"If it's frozen too solid, it'll be hard to chop, and the axe will chip."

The chefs who had come from all over the country were all extremely busy.

Someone squatted in front of the stove, stuffing firewood into it.

First, heat the newly laid red bricks over a low flame, and then test the ventilation ducts to see if they are working properly.

Groups of three or five people carried hot water and poured it into a large iron pot.

He swept the large broom into the pot.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

White vapor suddenly shot up.

The food preparation area on the other side of the stove was also bustling with activity.

Wearing thick cotton arm warmers and a floral scarf wrapped around her head, Zhao Guifang was leading the elderly women from Kaoshantun who had come to sort through the mountain of vegetables.

She was giving instructions at the same time as she was working.

"Pure off the frosty outer leaves of the cabbage and set them aside separately!"

"We'll use it to line the bottom of the pot later; we can't waste a single bit!"

"Choose the size of the potatoes!"

"Put the ones that are about the same size in one basket, it'll be easier to peel them later!"

A group of elderly women were completely at her beck and call.

But nobody finds it annoying.

Instead, they all responded with smiles.

"Guifang, you're really starting to look like a manager now!"

Zhao Guifang immediately adopted a humble tone.

"What manager or not, I'm just an assistant."

That's what they say.

But she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

After all, today's scene was put together by her son and future daughter-in-law.

How can a mother not be proud?

Look further into the distance.

The rows of bright red windproof and heat-insulating sheds have all been erected.

The sheds stretched out one after another, creating a magnificent sight.

Inside the shed, piles of large folding round tables were not yet unfolded, but were neatly stacked together.

The red plastic stools were piled up in large sections.

Seeing this, Fang Yu suddenly felt a tingling sensation in the back of his neck.

It's not cold.

It's pressure.

The pressure of "the boast has been made, and now it must be delivered".

Liu Yifei seemed to have noticed, and gently touched his arm.

"Are you nervous?"

Fang Yu immediately retorted defiantly.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I call this tactical adrenaline rush."

Liu Yifei's eyes curved into a smile.

"Then why do you keep tucking your neck in?"

Fang Yu remained silent for two seconds.

"It's frozen."

"It's definitely not because I'm a coward."

Liu Yifei was amused by his stubbornness and stopped exposing him.

She simply slipped her hand into his pocket.

"Don't be afraid."

She said softly.

You are not alone.

The warmth and softness from his palm were like a warm current, instantly dispelling the unease in Fang Yu's heart.

He gripped her small hand even tighter, and felt much more at ease.

The viewers in the live stream couldn't hold back any longer.

I was wrong; I shouldn't have watched the live stream so early.

[You're stuffing my mouth with candy first thing in the morning, huh??]

[Fang Yu, listen to me! If you dare to betray this woman, I'll swim all the way from Guangzhou to beat you up!]

[Calm down, if you swim from Guangzhou to Mohe, you'll have to freeze into seafood first.]

Never mind, let's kowtow first as a sign of respect!

Just then.

A loud, resonant voice came from behind the two of them.

"Brother Fang Yu!"

"Comrade Yifei!"

They both turned their heads at the same time.

Director Wang was striding over through the snow.

He had huge dark circles under his eyes and his signature black leather bag was tucked under his arm, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

Before the person even got close, their powerful voice had already drifted over.

"How is it? Take a look!"

"Look at the logistical support the city has arranged!"

"Isn't that fair?"

Fang Yu glanced in the direction he was pointing.

The food preparation area, the array of cooking stoves, and the cluster of red tents are all in place.

What really made him raise his eyebrows was the long row of blue prefabricated houses behind the food ingredients area.

"Director Wang, that's great."

Fang Yu immediately gave a thumbs up.

"You even had to bring over these frost-proof, temperature-controlled portable toilets overnight?"

Upon hearing this, Director Wang's face was filled with pride.

"The city issued a strict order last night!"

"We've managed to bring over every portable toilet we could find in the surrounding area!"

He got more and more excited as he spoke, and with a wave of his hand, he began to give a live science presentation.

"The sewage pipes and sludge storage tanks were all wrapped with three layers of insulation!"

"The waste collection truck is waiting right behind us, patrolling every two hours, we absolutely won't let it freeze!"

"They've also equipped the whole place with small heaters and space warmers!"

"It'll be warm as soon as you go in, absolutely cozy!"

Speaking of it.

Director Wang stood ramrod straight, his voice firm and resolute.

"Tourists have come from afar to support you and to honor Mohe."

"Eating in the cold air in the square, well, that's just how it is with outdoor banquets."

"but--"

He held up one finger, his expression very serious.

"When someone takes off their pants to use the toilet, we absolutely can't let their bottom get cold!"

Fang Yu: "..."

Liu Yifei: "..."

She buried her face in her scarf, laughing so hard her whole body was shaking.

Fang Yu suppressed a laugh and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Director Wang.

"Director Wang."

"Just because of that 'won't freeze your butt' comment—"

"Even if I, Fang Yu, were to cook myself in an iron pot, I would still make this banquet a success for you."