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

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape.

He grabbed Zhao Lei's hands and shook them forcefully.

"Big brother! You're so awesome! You're like my own brother!"

As a company CEO, Zhao Lei was used to being fawned over by his subordinates.

But being praised in public by the "Feather God" whom he had been thinking about day and night.

Suddenly, I felt that the Range Rover that froze to death halfway through the road had met a fitting end.

He puffed out his chest, quite pleased with himself, and was about to feign modesty:

"Sigh, God Yu, you're exaggerating. This small price is nothing—"

"It's nothing!"

Fang Yu interrupted him without any politeness.

"You should have said you wanted a big feast earlier!"

Zhao Lei was taken aback:

"Oh? You should have said so earlier... What's wrong?"

"Why didn't you say you could use the VIP channel?"

Fang Yu sighed deeply, his face filled with regret and despair.

"If you had told me you wanted this earlier, I would have just grabbed a big iron pot, bought a plane ticket, and flown to Guangzhou to make it for you."

"Then you can just transfer ownership of your Range Rover to me, and that's it!"

"What's the point of all this trouble?!"

A brief silence.

one second.

two seconds.

"puff--"

"Hahahaha!"

A deafening roar of laughter erupted from all around.

Liu Yifei laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, turning her back to everyone, her shoulders shaking.

Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment, then he realized what was happening.

"Feather God! Great! No problem!"

"Next time you come to Guangzhou, a Range Rover is nothing, I'll arrange a Bentley for you!"

Fang Yu's eyes lit up even more:

"Holy crap, bro, are you serious? Well…"

"Snapped!"

A crisp, muffled thud from the fabric.

Fang Yu hadn't finished speaking.

Liu Yifei quickly turned around, grabbed his clothes, and pulled him back.

A low, clenched voice:

"You've actually got your eye on it?"

Fang Yu cleared his throat in a flash, instantly switching to a serious expression:

"Just kidding, just trying to lighten the mood."

"Am I the kind of person who's only interested in money?"

He paused, then added quietly:

"The main problem is... a Bentley, I can't afford to maintain one with my income."

This burst of perfect variety show talent instantly filled the area with a joyful atmosphere.

Zhao Lei and Xiao Li dragged Fang Yu and Liu Yifei around taking photos, as if they wanted to take enough pictures to fill their WeChat Moments for the rest of their lives.

Group photo complete.

The two continued along the passageway, heading towards the deepest part of the greenhouse.

The further you go in, the more densely the tables and chairs are arranged.

This area was mostly filled with the elderly and young men of Kaoshantun, as well as elders from nearby villages who came to show their support.

Fang Yu saw his grandfather from afar.

The old man was holding a bowl, his eyes half-closed, slowly chewing a piece of braised pork knuckle.

"Master."

Fang Yu approached and called out.

The old man put down his bowl and looked up.

It's his own eldest grandson.

Behind him followed his beautiful future granddaughter-in-law.

His wrinkled old face immediately broke into a smile.

"Good lad."

The old man gave a thumbs up, his pride evident in his eyes.

"You've got guts! You didn't disgrace the Fang family today!"

As he spoke, he looked at Liu Yifei again, his gaze becoming several levels more amiable.

"Girl, you must be exhausted too! Don't run around with this brat anymore. Sit down and rest for a bit, have some hot food!"

Liu Yifei obediently took half a step forward, her voice sweet:

"Grandpa, I'm not tired. Is this food to your liking?"

"Let's agree! Why not!"

The old man nodded emphatically.

He looked away from the large bowl on the table and slowly scanned the enormous, seemingly endless greenhouse.

Hundreds of tables were packed full.

Steam rose, and the air was filled with the clamor of voices.

The old man's gaze suddenly became distant, as if he could see those glorious scenes from the long years through the hustle and bustle before him.

"style."

He sighed.

"Damn, that's impressive."

"Back in the day, we wiped out a small squad of Japanese devils at Heixiazi Ridge, and we held a victory celebration banquet back in the mountain stronghold..."

The old man's voice slowed down, tinged with a hint of melancholy:

"...That setup wasn't as big as yours today."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu and Liu Yifei were slightly shaken.

Neither of them dared to respond; they simply stopped laughing and stood quietly beside the old man, listening to this weighty medal that belonged only to the older generation.

A few seconds later, the old man himself realized that he had gone a bit too far with his sentimentality.

His gaze shifted from the distance back to Fang Yu's face, and the previously touching and warm atmosphere suddenly took a 360-degree turn.

"but--"

"Today's event is perfect in every way, except for one small thing."

Fang Yu blinked, humbly seeking guidance:

"What's wrong? Is the food too salty or too bland?"

The old man's admiration vanished instantly, replaced by blatant disdain.

"How can we eat meat to our hearts' content without drinking alcohol?!"

He tapped the table with his chopsticks, his tone indignant.

"This isn't how a true Northeastern man treats his guests!"

"So stingy, you think you can just get away with a few sips of sugar water?"

"If word gets out, people will think that people from Mohe can't even afford two bottles of wine!"

Several elderly men nearby chimed in with agreement.

"That's right, Xiaoyu."

"If all else fails, I won't go for baijiu, but two bottles of beer will do."

After hearing this, Fang Yu helplessly rubbed his temples.

"Sir, gentlemen, it's really not that I'm stingy."

He raised his hand and pointed outside.

Outside the tent, the square was packed with a dense crowd that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"You've seen the scene today, so many people have come."

"If we really serve alcohol today... once the atmosphere is right, we can start having fun under the influence of alcohol."

"Do you believe I could raze Polaris Square to the ground right here and now?"

The old men imagined the scene and couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Yu pressed his advantage, his expression becoming more serious:

"Actually, demolishing the plaza is the least of my worries; at worst, I'll just pay compensation!"

"Look how strong the wind is outside! These friends from the south aren't good at handling the cold."

"If you walk outside after drinking, the alcohol kicks in, you get dizzy, and you just fall asleep in some snowdrift..."

He spread his hands.

"When the snow removal trucks arrive tomorrow morning, wow—the streets will be full of natural human-shaped ice sculptures."

"Director Wang, won't you hang me on the city gate tower as a public spectacle?"

Fang Yu waved his hand decisively.

"Therefore, this wine absolutely cannot be served."

The old man grimaced as he listened, knowing in his heart that his eldest grandson's analysis made sense.

But the stubbornness of the older generation means they absolutely refuse to back down in front of the younger generation.

"You're such a busybody."

The old man slammed the paper cup down on the table.

"Fine, I won't drink it then!"

"Look how scared you are."

He picked up a piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled a summary statement that he couldn't quite make:

"We're just having a nice meal, what trouble could possibly arise?"

The words had barely left his mouth—

It was about seven or eight tables away.

The previously harmonious sounds of eating and drinking were suddenly interrupted by a violent cough that was extremely discordant.

Immediately afterwards, a loud crash came as bowls and chopsticks shattered on the floor.

The next instant, a cry of surprise suddenly erupted!

"Help! Someone help!!"

"He's choking! He ate too fast and choked! He can't breathe!!"