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

"Oh my god, I say, brother and sister!"

Zhao Guifang finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She slammed the large cleaver she was holding onto the cutting board with a clatter, shaking her head anxiously.

"Why don't you two go rest by the stove over there for a while? Stop causing trouble here, okay?"

As she spoke, she scooped a potato out of the basin, her face filled with anguish.

"Look!"

"Look at this, you two!"

"You two turned a perfectly good potato into something like a quail egg with your peelers!"

"That's such a waste of money!"

However, the old man was not annoyed even after being scolded.

He chuckled awkwardly through his thick mask.

"Hehe, sorry."

"This is my first time doing this job. I'll get the hang of it after a few more."

The woman next to her, wearing a large printed scarf, quickly added:

"Yes, yes, the next one will definitely be bigger than a quail egg!"

Zhao Guifang looked at the two clumsy people in front of her and sighed deeply.

She couldn't really kick people out, only because of Director Wang's influence.

So he raised his hand and pointed to the corner of the wall.

"Alright, alright, you two, stop touching the potatoes."

"There's a big bowl of scallions over there, go help peel them."

"We can't let this work go to waste, can we?"

Upon hearing this, the two nodded repeatedly, as if they had been granted a pardon.

He turned around, about to move over and pick up the basin.

Just then.

Having just received her errand assignment, Liu Yifei hurriedly pushed open the curtain and rushed in, braving the chill in the air.

She had just been outside when she heard Aunt Zhao berating someone with great fervor.

"Aunt!"

Fang Yu asked if the potatoes were peeled yet, and told them to wait in the pot...

She suddenly stopped speaking halfway through her sentence.

His gaze fell squarely on the two people who were about to get up and peel the scallions.

Eyes facing each other.

No, it's six eyes facing each other.

Liu Yifei's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and her lips parted slightly.

"Chen...Chen..."

The old man reacted very quickly, immediately raising his index finger to make her shush.

"Shhh."

Liu Yifei gasped sharply, swallowing back the words "Teacher Chen Daoming".

Then, her gaze slowly shifted.

It landed on the woman next to her who was wearing red flower sleeves.

Although the other person had covered most of their face with a printed scarf.

But those eyes and brows, that innate temperament...

Liu Yifei's mind went blank!

Sister Manyu?!

What are you doing here?!

And they're all dressed like this?!

The viewers in the live stream were also in an uproar when they saw those two familiar faces and figures.

[Holy crap!! Wait?! That looks like Chen Daoming?! And isn't that Zhang Manyu next to him?!]

Am I being too hasty?! When did they sneak into Mohe?!

Did I just hear them peeling potatoes?! And then Fang Yu's mom complained about it?!

[Help! Hahahaha! Aunt Zhao, you're really brave! Your crazy outburst just now was a scathing rebuke of two giants of the Chinese film industry!]

[Peeling potatoes like quail eggs—I could laugh about that for a year!]

[Fang Yu: Mom! Let's take it easy! I still want to make a living in the Chinese entertainment industry!]

At that moment, Liu Yifei froze on the spot, swallowing hard.

She could tell that these two big shots were clearly traveling incognito and did not want to reveal their identities.

Liu Yifei took deep breaths, forcibly pressed down on her wildly beating heart, and tried her best to keep her expression steady.

Pretend to be a calm and collected waitress serving dishes.

But her body's instinctive reaction had completely betrayed her.

"The potatoes...are they ready, Auntie?"

"Then I'll... take it now..."

She stood there like a wooden statue, picking up the bowl of potatoes that Zhao Guifang handed her.

Under the smiling gazes of Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu, he walked out stiffly.

while walking.

One wrong step.

He walked out with one hand and one foot in a very standard way.

Looking at his future daughter-in-law's extremely awkward back view.

Zhao Guifang frowned in puzzlement.

"What's wrong with this girl today?"

"Why are you walking with the same footing as everyone else?"

She muttered a couple of things but didn't think much of it.

He then turned around and started yelling to check on the progress of the other people.

……

In the corner, he saw that no one was paying attention to him.

Zhang Manyu suppressed a laugh and nudged Chen Daoming's arm with her elbow.

"Old Chen, I didn't understand at first."

Why did you let the production team arrange it this way?

"Looking back now, it's actually quite interesting."

Zhang Manyu chuckled softly:

"Did you see the look in Yifei's eyes just now?"

"His little face was so pale, like he'd seen a ghost in broad daylight, and he even walked out with his arms and legs splayed out."

Chen Daoming looked up and glanced towards the main stove outside the shed.

A mischievous glint flashed in his deep eyes.

"Since they're already here, we should at least give this young couple a surprise, shouldn't we?"

"I wonder what Fang Yu's reaction will be when he finds out that we're peeling potatoes right here."

……

On the other side, the main stove in the square.

Fang Yu held a long-handled iron ladle in his hand, staring intently at the bubbling milky white bone broth in the pot, estimating when to add the ingredients.

Suddenly, the hem of my military overcoat was tugged hard.

Fang Yu turned his head and saw that Liu Yifei had somehow gotten up and was standing next to him.

The arrogance he displayed when he was sneaking a bite of fried meatballs vanished completely.

At that moment, she stood ramrod straight, her expression as strange as could be.

"What?" Fang Yu raised an eyebrow.

Liu Yifei leaned closer and whispered:

"Fang Yu..."

"Um?"

There are two people in the vegetable preparation shed.

Fang Yu's hand, wielding the large iron ladle, didn't stop; he continued stirring the broth, casually offering a perfunctory reply:

"Nonsense! If there were no one in the greenhouse, would those potatoes have magically peeled themselves off?"

Liu Yifei grabbed his arm tightly, her fingers gripping it firmly.

"He's not an ordinary person!"

Fang Yu paused slightly, then turned to look at her: "Who is it?"

Liu Yifei took another half step forward, almost biting his ear, and reported desperately in a breathy voice:

"It's Teacher Chen Daoming...and Sister Zhang Manyu."

"what?"

Fang Yu paused in his swing of the ladle.

"Say it again...where are they?"

Liu Yifei repeated:

"At the vegetable preparation shed."

Fang Yu took a deep breath and felt that the world was a bit magical:

"What are those two immortals doing in the shed?"

Liu Yifei's expression instantly became extremely complicated.

There was shock, sympathy, and a touch of absurdity that I couldn't help but laugh at.

"At first, I was peeling potatoes."

Fang Yu blinked, thinking that since the two top seniors were willing to experience life, then let them be.

"That's great, so what?"

"Then……"

Liu Yifei held it in for a long time, but finally broke down and burst out laughing.

"Then I got scolded by my aunt."

Fang Yu stumbled and almost fell headfirst into the boiling pot of bone broth in front of him, nearly getting himself stewed in the iron pot.

"My mom?! What did she say?!"

"The aunt scolded them, saying if they couldn't do any work, they shouldn't come and cause trouble. She said it was such a waste to peel a big potato into the size of a quail egg."

Liu Yifei laughed without a care in the world.

"Then the auntie very disdainfully shooed them to the side."

"Right now... the Best Actor and Best Actress are squatting in the corner, obediently peeling scallions."