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

"puff--!"

Fang Yu almost washed Liu Yifei's face with the mouthful of noodle soup she had just taken a sip of.

"Cough cough cough!"

He grabbed a tissue and laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

"No way... Teacher Hua is being so inconsiderate!"

"At yesterday's big banquet, Brother Tiger was so good to him!"

"They slammed huge scoops of that oily, white meat into his bowl!"

"So, Teacher Hua suddenly didn't want to play with Tiger anymore?"

Sitting next to him, Liu Yifei laughed so hard she almost fell over, one hand supporting herself on the edge of the table and the other patting Fang Yu's back.

"That's right!"

"If word of this gets out, wouldn't they be heartbroken?"

The live stream chat instantly went wild, with comments flying everywhere:

[Hahahaha! Teacher Hua has been traumatized by Tiger's feeding!]

Tiger, with tears in his eyes, throws down the large iron ladle: "In the end, it was all for nothing, brother!"

[Tiger has been officially appointed "Hua Yu's Nemesis" across the internet. Makes perfect sense, right? Anyone object? No? Then it's approved!]

……

Fang Yu laughed for a long time before he could catch his breath.

"Alright."

"Since everyone trusts me so much, I'll take this job."

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Zheng's voice was so excited it was almost splitting:

"Great! Fang Yu, I knew you were reliable!"

"Tell me! How do you want to play this game? The production team is going all out this time, we'll fully cooperate!"

"Need people? Need equipment? Need money? Just ask!"

Fang Yu didn't rush to reply.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the beautiful frost patterns on the windowpane.

In the distance, snow slopes stretch out one after another.

The dense forest was completely covered in white, stretching all the way to the horizon.

Staring at the vast white world for several seconds, Fang Yu slowly broke into a smile.

"It doesn't cost any money."

He looked away and slowly spoke into his phone:

"Director Zhou, please help me notify the three groups of guests."

"Meet at the entrance of Kaoshantun Village at 8:00 AM tomorrow."

"Huh?" Zhou Zheng was stunned. "And then? Why are we gathering?"

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow.

"And then? Everyone get a snakeskin sack, stuff your dry rations in it, and follow me into the woods—let's go for a run up the mountain."

As soon as those three words were spoken, the power went out on the other end of the phone.

"Run...run for what?"

Having worked in the variety show industry for so many years, Director Zhou has planned at least eighty to a hundred large-scale events.

What celebrities are doing island survival, extreme desert hiking, wilderness camping, and glacier exploration?

But the words "mountain running" were something I'd never heard before.

"Running uphill!"

Fang Yu's face was full of disgust.

"Director Zhou, you don't even know what mountain biking is, do you?"

"Nonsense! Of course I know that!"

Zhou Zheng's face flushed, and he forced himself to frantically try to save face:

"It's just... going into that forest... doing... that thing!"

Fang Yu, too lazy to watch him struggle any longer, began to explain:

"In Northeast China, 'running through the mountains' simply means venturing into the old forests to find local products."

"Picking mushrooms in summer, harvesting pine cones in autumn."

"As for now, in the dead of winter—"

"Frozen wood ear mushrooms on tree trunks, birch polypores on birch trees, pine cones buried under snowdrifts."

"If you're lucky, you might even spot a few roe deer in the distance."

Fang Yu spoke casually.

But Zhou Zheng, on the other end of the phone, had already automatically formed a mental image.

Liu Yifei, the national goddess known for her aloof and elegant demeanor, always dressed in flowing white gowns...

Wearing a bulky cotton-padded coat and thick-soled snow boots.

He stumbled, one step deep, the other shallow, and then fell headfirst into a snowdrift up to his waist.

The highly respected and refined film industry veteran, Chen Daoming…

Holding a wooden stick, he tapped the frozen wood ear mushrooms on the tree trunk.

And then there's Hua Yu—that top influencer who practically has "prestige" welded to his forehead.

Tomorrow I'll have to obediently put on my thick cotton-padded trousers, carry a woven sack, and plunge headfirst into the forest.

Absolutely!

The contrast is absolutely amazing!

Zhou Zheng was so excited that his eyes were practically glowing green.

"Fang Yu, this idea is quite good!"

"I'll go and notify them one by one right away!"

beep--

The phone hangs up.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Zhao Guifang put down the bowl in her hand and looked at her son with concern.

"Xiaoyu, you didn't just spout nonsense to that famous director, did you?"

"Are you really going to bring all those expensive celebrities into the mountains?"

"It's the dead of winter, and the mountains are no joke. If you get cold, fall, or something bad happens—"

"Mom, you can rest assured."

Fang Yu put down his chopsticks, his tone relaxed.

"We won't venture too deep; we'll just take a stroll around that old pine forest on the outskirts and let everyone experience it."

As he spoke, he gestured to the side with his chin:

"Besides, I have my dad here to keep things in order."

Fang Daqiang kept eating his noodles in silence.

Hearing this, he put down his chopsticks and looked up.

"If you're going to go, go to the pine forest to the east."

"Keep walking into the woods and stop at the outer edge of Heixiazi Gully."

"We absolutely cannot go into the ditch; we should just circle around the edge of that old forest outside."

"That place is alright, the road isn't too difficult to travel."

Fang Yu nodded in agreement repeatedly:

"Alright, I'll do as you say."

The father and son finalized the route in just a few words.

Seeing that Fang Daqiang had nodded, Zhao Guifang didn't say anything more.

She turned around and tenderly grasped Liu Yifei's fair and delicate hand.

"Yifei, it's cold in the mountains, don't go messing around with him."

"You can stay home tomorrow. Auntie will heat the kang (heated brick bed) up nice and warm, and peel two big sweet potatoes for you. We can relax and chat comfortably all winter, won't that be nice?"

Liu Yifei was about to speak—

Fang Yu simply cut in line.

"Hey, hey, hey—Mom! Stop, stop!"

"You just don't understand!"

He grinned mischievously and moved closer to Liu Yifei, beginning to paint a rosy picture of her future:

"This mountain run was a perfect opportunity for Yifei and me to 'show our true friendship in times of trouble'!"

"Think about it—"

"The mountain road was full of potholes, and the snow was thick and slippery."

"What if the fairy sister can't walk anymore while walking?"

Zhao Guifang paused for a moment, then followed up with, "So what do we do?"

"What else can I do? I'll carry it!"

Fang Yu patted his chest, his expression righteous and awe-inspiring:

"Won't their feelings deepen over time?"

"Maybe—we'll head straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau as soon as we leave the mountains!"

The voice just fell.

Just a second ago, Zhao Guifang was feeling sorry for her future daughter-in-law who was suffering from the cold and fatigue, but she suddenly jumped up from the kang (a heated brick bed).

Without saying a word, he turned around and rushed towards the wardrobe.

Fang Yu was bewildered: "Wait, Mom, why are you rummaging through all these drawers?"

Without turning her head, Zhao Guifang plunged into the closet and rummaged through it: "What are you doing? I'll go find you two the thickest cotton-padded trousers right now!"

Liu Yifei: "???"

Her hand holding the bowl froze in mid-air.

No... Auntie?

Where is your heartache?

Just ten seconds ago, your loving face was still vivid in my mind.

The man mentioned the Civil Affairs Bureau—

The sweet potatoes are gone.

The chat is over.

Everything is gone.

So love really can disappear, right?

The live stream audience was already laughing hysterically.

[Hahaha! Aunt Zhao's face-changing speed is so fast, even a Sichuan opera master would have to offer her a cigarette!]

[A Good Mother-in-Law in China: Between My Daughter-in-Law Suffering and Holding My Grandson, I Decisively Chose to Take the Lead and Help Her!]

I bet a bag of spicy strips that Fang Yu will definitely find all sorts of excuses to make Liu Yifei "unable to walk" tomorrow!