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

After their triumphant return from Teacher Wang's house, Fang Yu and Liu Yifei strolled side by side through the crunching snow towards the Fang family's courtyard.

As soon as they lifted the heavy cotton curtain, the blazing heat from the heating system inside swept over them, instantly dispelling the chill from their bodies.

Zhao Guifang was busy at the stove.

Out of the corner of his eye, he accurately spotted the mahogany suona in Fang Yu's hand that he hadn't had time to hide yet.

"What wicked thing have you been doing carrying that thing around in the middle of the morning?"

Fang Yu shrank his neck, his mouth just opening as he prepared to argue.

Liu Yifei, who was standing next to him, was half a beat faster than him.

The nation's goddess casually removed her scarf, smiled warmly, and approached Zhao Guifang, her sweet voice radiating genuine sincerity:

"Auntie, please don't blame Fang Yu, he didn't cause any trouble."

"Our village has been attracting a lot of tourists these past few days, hasn't it? Fang Yu just went to the village entrance to conduct a unique 'Traditional Folk Music to the Grassroots' outreach activity!"

"Everyone was listening so attentively, they were almost in tears."

These words were so sweet and sincere that Fang Yu almost believed them himself if he hadn't seen her make them up on the spot.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Fang Yu instantly caught up with the rhythm, nodding frantically beside him:

"The way they waved that cheering stick (broom) was so energetic!"

Zhao Guifang glanced suspiciously at the two "accomplices" who were singing in unison.

Her intuition told her that her son must have done something terrible again.

but--

Looking at her future daughter-in-law's big, crescent-shaped eyes and her adorable face, Zhao Guifang couldn't bring herself to get angry.

In the end, all I could do was laugh and mutter a curse:

"Yifei, you're just spoiling him! Sooner or later you'll spoil him rotten!"

After saying that, he turned around and went back to working on the stove.

Zhao Guifang turned around.

Liu Yifei immediately turned her back to her and winked playfully at Fang Yu.

That expression clearly said—it's all taken care of, you're welcome.

Fang Yu felt a warm glow in his heart as he watched this scene.

What is a virtuous wife?

That's what you call a perfect, protective, and virtuous wife!

For a fleeting moment, he even considered rushing up, picking Liu Yifei up, and spinning her around three times.

However, considering that his mother was only three meters away, he would most likely be exposed after turning around.

—Never mind, the thought is what counts.

The viewers in the live stream were already laughing hysterically.

[Amazing! Liu Yifei's ability to lie is incredible; she's wasted her talent in the entertainment industry, she should be a lawyer!]

[Aunt Zhao: I feel something's not right, but I can't find any evidence...]

Fang Yu: My woman, even when she lies, she looks so beautiful.

[Traditional folk music outreach program – isn't this just going to someone's doorstep and playing some creepy tune? Hahaha!]

In no time, Zhao Guifang deftly cooked a pot of noodles.

The family had just sat down around the kang table, their chopsticks not even touching the noodle soup yet.

Fang Yu's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and looked at it.

Caller ID: Zhou Zheng.

The chief director of "Going Home for the New Year".

Fang Yu casually pressed the speakerphone button and placed it on the kang table.

As soon as the call connected, Zhou Zheng's voice came through, his tone much more formal than usual.

"Fang Yu!"

"Our show, 'Going Home for the New Year,' will be filming its final episode tomorrow."

"Officially concluded."

Fang Yu hummed in agreement and picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks.

"Yes, I know. Didn't you announce it in the group chat?"

Zhou Zheng didn't respond to that.

He paused for two seconds, took a deep breath, and his voice carried a hint of solemnity:

"To give this show a proper ending, and to make the most of the incredible buzz you've generated—the production team held a meeting last night and unanimously passed a decision!"

Fang Yu swallowed the noodle soup in his mouth and asked lazily:

"What decision? Are you going to raise my salary?"

"Dream on!"

Zhou Zheng chuckled and cursed, then lowered his voice and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"Our decision is—the core concept, filming locations, and on-site activities for the final episode…we'll leave it all to you, Fang Yu, to decide!"

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment.

"What? You're leaving everything to me?"

He put down his chopsticks and laughed.

"Is our production team short of money to hire a planner?"

"It's not about the money!"

Zhou Zheng gave a wry smile, as if he had finally found the words he had been holding back for a long time:

"Fang Yu, look at the mess you've made in Mohe these past few days."

"From the aurora night to the banquet for thousands, and then to the two new songs at last night's Lantern Festival Gala."

"Which episode didn't dominate the trending topics? Which one didn't completely outshine our production team's S-level plan that took two months to write?"

Zhou Zheng sighed deeply, completely setting aside his pride, and revealed the truth to him:

Let me tell you the truth.

"Our production team's original plan for the finale was this: rent a large kitchen in a farmhouse, and then have the three groups of guests gather together to make dumplings in a peaceful atmosphere."

"Finally, sit on the heated kang (traditional brick bed), drink tea, chat, and elevate the theme."

"All done."

Fang Yu's eyelids twitched.

Making dumplings, drinking tea, chatting, and forcibly elevating the event.

Good guy.

Are you putting on a Spring Festival Gala early?

Fang Yu quickly did some mental calculations.

I'm so glad I got this chance to "date on the company's dime" with the celestial beauty on a variety show. If I miss this one, who knows when I'll get another chance?

How can we waste such a precious time chatting awkwardly around a kang table?

We need to do something fun.

Everyone needs to remember this.

However, before that.

Fang Yu still has one more question that needs to be confirmed.

"Director Zhou, is this your idea alone, or the idea of ​​the entire production team?"

He paused, then added:

"Will the other two groups of guests agree?"

That's the key issue.

Why should a new singer who has only been in the industry for half a year be willing to listen to the instructions of veteran artists like Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu?

And then there's Hua Yu, a top influencer whose "aesthetics" and "highbrow" are ingrained in his very being—you expect him to follow Fang Yu's lead?

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Zheng, clearly prepared, chuckled.

"Don't worry."

"I have already spoken with Professor Chen Daoming."

"Teacher Chen speaks very highly of you."

His exact words were—

"Let the young people do it, we old guys will just join in the fun and cooperate unconditionally."

Fang Yu was taken aback.

Teacher Chen has really given us a lot of face.

Thinking back to yesterday's grand banquet, Chen Daoming squatted in the corner of the vegetable preparation shed for more than an hour peeling scallions, being used as a temporary worker by his own mother, who then smiled and praised him for doing a good job.

Fang Yu truly admired the magnanimity and vision of such a senior figure.

A small feeling of being touched just rose in my heart—

Zhou Zheng suddenly changed the subject.

His tone became extremely strange.

"As for Teacher Hua Yu... I've already sounded out his intentions."

"Oh?" Fang Yu's interest was piqued. "What did he say?"

"Teacher Hua Yu... has no objections either."

"No objections?"

Fang Yu was even more surprised.

Hua Yu? No objections?

The man who gets assigned to a pretentious position as soon as he enters the inflatable doll factory?

He actually had no objections?

"Um."

Zhou Zheng finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"His exact words were: 'I'll do anything, I'll go anywhere, as long as Tiger isn't here.'"