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

Perhaps it's because the phrase "personally wrapped by the fairy sister" is too powerful.

One pot after another of sauerkraut and pork dumplings were scooped out with a large strainer, and before they could even be drained, they were snatched up by tourists around them, who were eagerly waiting with their bowls in hand.

When I ladled it into the bowl, wow!

There were a lot of dumplings with broken skins.

No one can be blamed.

Dozens of large iron pots were cooking continuously, with tens of thousands of mouths waiting to eat.

The fire must be blazing, and the water must be boiling.

When there are many people, the pot flips over, and the large slotted spoon flies up and down.

No matter how stiff the dumpling wrappers are rolled out, they can't withstand the wild movements of these middle-aged women.

Several guys holding paper bowls were blowing on them while whispering to each other.

"Hey, do you think that kid Fang Yu is just trying to fool us? How could a fairy godmother possibly cover up so much?"

"Never mind if it's broken or not, I'll eat it first!"

The original star of the Lantern Festival—black sesame glutinous rice balls—was overshadowed by the rest of the festival.

However, in the freezing wind of minus thirty degrees Celsius, no one can resist a bowl of hot sweet soup.

The last bit of sesame seeds at the bottom of the pot were all swallowed by the person along with the soup.

……

They ate and drank their fill.

There was still more than an hour before the gala started.

Outside the square, the folk custom exhibition area, which the city had set up in advance, became a good place for tourists to digest their food.

It was completely dark by now.

Hundreds and thousands of large red lanterns hung from the treetops on both sides, bent under the weight of snow, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Colorful neon lights illuminated the intricately carved giant ice sculptures lining both sides of the road, transforming the entire street into a crystal wonderland.

Rolling iron hoops, pitch-pot, and guessing lantern riddles.

The interactive experience points were packed with people.

Laughter, exclamations, and cheers filled the air.

The temporary food street next door was even more bustling with heat.

Candied hawthorn berries, malt sugar paintings, and sizzling, oily grilled cold noodles.

Long queues stretched as far as the eye could see in front of each stall.

Meanwhile, Tiger was leading the "distinguished guests" at the main table around the exhibition area.

Hua Yu followed behind.

He walked very slowly, and even walked with his toes pointing slightly outwards.

no way.

Today was definitely the day he ate the most he had in his more than 20 years of life.

Ju Jingyi, on the other hand, was relaxed, holding the candied hawthorn she had just bought, looking around and finding everything new and interesting.

"Teacher Hua, want to go play that?"

Tiger stopped and pointed to the iron ring experience area not far away.

Hua Yu glanced at Tiger's thick finger, frowned slightly, and gently shook his head.

That's too naive.

The toys are so childish and have absolutely no class.

He's a top celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry.

If you get photographed bending over and rolling an iron hoop in the freezing cold.

Does he still want to maintain his "high-class" persona?

however--

Chen Daoming, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.

This titan of the Chinese film industry, who is always incredibly dignified on screen, suddenly became interested.

He walked straight up and took an iron hook and an iron ring from the staff member.

With a casual flick of the wrist.

The iron ring rolled steadily along the ground with a "clatter".

Chen Daoming walked lightly behind the iron ring, nimbly circling around the two ice stakes in front of him.

With a gentle pull of the iron hook in his hand.

The iron ring spun smoothly back to its starting position, spinning around his feet.

Zhang Manyu's eyes lit up as she watched, and she clapped with a smile.

Chen Daoming handed the iron hook back to the staff member, his face still showing a hint of lingering satisfaction.

"I played with this every day when I was a kid."

In short, it's a simple, understated statement.

Hua Yu stood not far away, stunned for a moment.

He looked at Chen Daoming, whose entire demeanor screamed "relaxed," and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

original……

True big shots don't look cheap when they play with down-to-earth things.

The live stream room is now buzzing with excitement.

[Holy crap! Teacher Chen's posture while rolling the hoop is so cool! He exudes youthful energy!]

[This is what real relaxation feels like! Hua Yu, look at him!]

[Teacher Chen: I played with it every day when I was little. Hua Yu: I carried it around every day when I was little.]

The group continued walking forward.

We soon stopped in front of a lantern riddle-solving corridor covered with red lanterns.

Rows of red paper strips hung on thin ropes, swaying gently in the warm light of the lanterns.

On each sheet of red paper, a riddle is written in calligraphy.

The staff member greeted us warmly with a smile:

"Guess whatever you want!"

"Guess all three correctly and receive a handmade carousel lantern!"

Ju Jingyi ran over excitedly, tilted her little head up, and looked at one of the riddles pasted on a red paper.

[January 7th, guess the Chinese character.]

She stared at the candied hawthorn for a long time while biting into it.

His brows furrowed, but he couldn't come up with a coherent answer.

Finally, she turned back to look at Hua Yu, her eyes clearly conveying two words—"Help!"

Hua Yu slowly walked forward.

At this point, it was finally his turn.

He glanced at it only once, then put one hand in his down jacket pocket and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"fat."

"The rouge in rouge."

Upon hearing this, the staff member immediately gave a thumbs up:

"Wow! This teacher is really cultured! He guessed it right away!"

Hua Yu has finally regained some semblance of dignity as a top star.

The corners of his mouth were about to turn upwards—

Just then.

Chen Daoming had his hands behind his back and casually glanced at the row of lanterns.

Their steps never stopped, nor did their mouths.

"Unity of purpose, from top to bottom, is the essence of the character '忐' (tǎn).

"Half-heartedly, half-willingly, the word 'plunder'."

"Meeting after a thousand miles, the word 'reunion'."

Keep moving forward, and keep reporting the answers.

His tone was flat and indifferent, like reciting the names of dishes.

Ten riddles.

It was all broken in the blink of an eye.

The tourists watching from the sidelines were all dumbfounded.

The staff member was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth.

He quickly turned around, took down three handmade revolving lanterns, and handed them over.

"Teacher Chen! You're amazing! All three lanterns are yours!"

Chen Daoming smiled and waved his hand, not taking it at all.

He turned his head and glanced at it.

Not far behind, a few little kids were standing on tiptoe, craning their necks to look this way.

I'm so envious of those few revolving lanterns!

Chen Daoming gestured to the staff member with his chin, indicating that the lanterns should be given to the children.

The children reacted within a second.

They immediately swarmed up.

Each of them hugged one, jumping and shouting happily, "Thank you, Grandpa!"

Chen Daoming smiled and agreed, then walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Not far away.

Hua Yu silently pushed back the corner of her mouth that had just turned up halfway.

Forget it.

This kind of cultured persona is hard to come by today.

Of course, they wouldn't dare to steal it.