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Fang Yu maintained the posture of holding the iron spoon and slowly turned his head.

My gaze swept across the bustling square and through the throngs of people.

Finally, it landed squarely on the heavy windbreak in the distance.

After a while.

He looked up at the sky, his face filled with utter despair.

"Fairy Sister".

"Um?"

"Give me a straight answer: is Hollywood any good or bad?"

Liu Yifei was taken aback.

"……what?"

Fang Yu sighed softly.

"I feel like the small pool of the Chinese entertainment industry will soon be too small for me."

Liu Yifei found his expression both amusing and exasperating.

"Stop joking, what do we do now?"

"The aunt doesn't know who they are yet."

"Are we just going to let them stand there peeling onions forever?"

"peel!"

Fang Yu snapped back to reality in a second and gritted his teeth to accept it.

"It must be peeled!"

"My mom's already yelled at me; going over there to acknowledge her now would only make things more awkward!"

"Since our two seniors have the refined taste to experience the hardships of ordinary people, we will do our best to provide excellent service."

He spoke with a very serious expression.

"As long as I don't admit that he was a movie star, my mom will just scold two clumsy, ordinary helpers."

"A perfectly closed logical loop."

Liu Yifei: "..."

What a perfect closed loop!

Isn't this just blatant self-deception?

Just as the two of them huddled together and whispered to each other.

A commotion suddenly broke out on the outskirts of the square.

The crowd automatically parted to both sides.

Several black minivans with passes slowly drove into the edge of the parking area.

"Click—"

The car door opened.

Hua Yu got off the bus.

He was wearing a pure white down jacket, and his hair was neatly styled.

Compared to the tourists around them, wrapped in military overcoats, hunched over, and waiting with their hands in their pockets for the feast, it was a completely different scene.

Following closely behind was Ju Jingyi.

She was wearing a light khaki cashmere coat and a woolen hat, and she looked as beautiful as a delicate figurine.

But that's only the surface.

As soon as she got out of the car, Ju Jingyi's eyes swept past the crowd and locked onto the row of steaming iron pots in the center of the square.

"Gulp."

She couldn't help but swallow.

The sound was quite clear.

His eyes were starting to look drooly.

During her time in Wuhan, she maintained Hua Yu's persona every day, eating only light salads and low-fat meals.

There's almost no oil left in my stomach.

The aroma of bone broth, stewed meat, and pickled cabbage all rushed into her nose, almost stealing her soul away from the pot.

This is the end.

The three groups of guests from "Going Home for the New Year" finally met up in Mohe.

"Look! It's Hua Yu and Ju Jingyi!"

As soon as the two appeared, fans screamed.

The camera zoomed in quickly, the live stream switched, and the popularity exploded again.

The comments section instantly ignited the fire.

[Holy crap! Is the production team serious? They really brought all three groups of guests to a lavish feast?]

[Let's fight! Let's fight! I want to see rivers of blood!]

[Hua Yu's outfit is so exquisite, it's completely different from what you'd see at a Northeast banquet.]

[Ju Jingyi is so beautiful! Wait... Ju Jingyi, what are you looking at? Don't let your eyeballs fall into the pot!]

She really wanted to eat it; I could tell even through the screen!

Hua Yu stood still and looked around the banquet venue.

Red brick stove, billowing smoke, and a large, black iron pot.

And the elderly men and women at the village entrance, carrying large red plastic basins and shouting at the top of their lungs.

His brow twitched slightly.

In that instant, his disdain was almost impossible to hide.

However, the camera is still there.

The next second, he had already switched back to his standard business-like expression.

"Let's go say hello to them."

Hua Yu nodded slightly to Ju Jingyi and took a step forward.

With graceful posture and unhurried steps.

The main message is that even if you enter the main venue, you should still exude the aura of a haute couture show.

At this moment, Fang Yu was making soup while continuing to ask Liu Yifei about how easy it was to make it in the overseas entertainment industry.

"Teacher Fang Yu, Teacher Yi Fei, excuse me."

A gentle male voice sounded from behind.

Fang Yu turned around.

Hua Yu stood two meters away, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, a flawless smile on his face.

Ju Jingyi, who was standing next to her, also quickly and obediently waved.

"Hello, Teacher Fang! Hello, Sister Yifei! We're late!"

Liu Yifei smiled and nodded.

"You've worked hard, coming all this way."

Fang Yu casually picked up the greasy iron ladle and grinned.

"Welcome, welcome! A warm welcome!"

Hearing this somewhat perfunctory, official response, Hua Yu's smile remained unchanged.

According to the usual interpersonal dynamics in the Chinese entertainment industry, the next step is just a formality.

He asked in a mocking tone, "Oh, I'm so busy, do you need any help?"

Fang Yu then sensibly replied, "Oh, no need, no need. You've come all this way, please go and rest over there."

Finally, everyone made a few insincere excuses to each other and then posed for a friendly, fake-smiling group photo in front of the camera.

perfect!

This is what it means for a top star to have a sense of propriety!

So, Hua Yu started using her familiar set of polite phrases.

He glanced around at the bustling food preparation area, his tone impeccably gentle.

"This banquet is quite a grand affair."

"Teacher Fang Yu, is there anything we can help you with?"

"Don't be shy, just ask if there's any hard or tiring work to be done."

however.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu's previously dismissive eyes suddenly lit up.

"That would be wonderful!"

The way he looked at them didn't seem like he was looking at two glamorous celebrities at all.

It's more like watching two exceptionally good donkeys from the production team come to your door on their own initiative.

Before Hua Yu could finish processing the polite words in his mind, the smile on his lips froze on the spot.

"what?"

"You two have arrived at the perfect time!"

Fang Yu slapped his thigh and turned around to frantically rummage through the cardboard box next to the stove.

"Splash—"

next second.

Two peelers.

Two pairs of red-based, large floral-patterned long sleeves.

Without saying a word, it was slapped directly into Hua Yu and Ju Jingyi's hands.

There were originally two people peeling potatoes in the vegetable preparation shed.

"My skills were so bad that my mom reassigned me to peel onions."

"The potato production is currently severely behind schedule."

Fang Yu pointed to the greenhouse behind him.

"You two, go peel the potatoes!"

An eerie silence fell over the scene for a second.

Hua Yu looked down at the pair of tacky red floral arm warmers in her hands.

He then looked at the peeler in his hand.

His brain went blank on the spot.

wrong.

This script is wrong!

I was just going through the motions and being polite.

Why are you so quick to take advantage of this situation?!

Hua Yu's chest rose and fell gently.

He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his last shred of dignity.

"Teacher Fang... Fang Yu."

He gave a dry laugh.

"Are you kidding me?"

"joke?"

Fang Yu's expression turned serious, and he pointed the large iron ladle at the huge crowd outside.

"There are less than three hours until dinner is served."

"Tens of thousands of mouths are waiting outside."

"How could I joke about something like this?"

He patted Hua Yu on the shoulder earnestly.

"Teacher Hua."

Whether we can eat on time today depends entirely on you!