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Liu Yifei looked at the little finger that Fang Yu had extended in front of her.

He was stunned for only a second.

Without saying a word, she tore off her thick gloves, revealing her fingers, which were slightly red from the cold.

I promptly hooked it.

"Pinky promise, hang yourself, never to change for a hundred years!"

The fairy sister even took the initiative to shout out this extremely childish rhyme.

Finally, the two of them pressed their thumbs down hard, and "snap!"

Stamped for confirmation.

"Wow...how romantic..."

Ju Jingyi, standing next to her, cupped her red, frostbitten cheeks in her hands, her big eyes sparkling, her voice filled with undisguised envy.

Not far away, Hua Yu, who had been watching from the sidelines with his arms crossed, had his mouth twitching wildly.

romantic?

What the hell is romantic about this?!

This is clearly just awkward!

The chat in the live stream couldn't hold back any longer.

[Teacher Ju Jingyi, wake up! Have you been influenced by these two eye-catching bags too?!]

[To be honest, Fang Laogou is definitely the number one in the Chinese entertainment industry to make filming social security payments feel like an idol drama!]

Others in relationships: I'd give you my life. Fang Yu in relationships: Don't forget to pay for all the social security and housing fund benefits.

These two should be completely welded together! Their mental states are already highly synchronized; please don't let them out to harm others!

"The ceremony is complete!"

Fang Yu withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

My livelihood for the next few decades is now suddenly secured.

Even his back straightened instantly.

"Alright everyone."

He flexed his wrists, and his aura instantly changed, switching directly to chef mode.

"The moment to witness a miracle has arrived."

Thin slices of the large red sausage were slid down the edge of the pot into the boiling water.

As the oil was stirred by the hot soup, the unique smoky aroma of the red sausage exploded in the cold air with a "boom".

"hiss--"

Everyone in the room took a deep, unified breath of the aroma.

In the quiet snowy valley, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard one after another.

Frozen shredded wood ear mushrooms, noodles, vegetable packets, and sauce packets were added to the pot one after another.

The overpowering, unreasonable aroma of industrial seasonings blends with the rich, meaty fragrance of real ingredients.

In the deep forests where temperatures drop to minus thirty degrees Celsius, this destructive power is comparable to that of a nuclear weapon!

Fang Yu picked up the iron spoon and stirred it twice, causing the reddish-brown soup to simmer and boil.

The noodles quickly softened and absorbed the broth, their surface glistening with an enticing red oil sheen.

Immediately afterwards, the peeled, plump white eggs rolled down the side of the spoon into the pot.

Finally, sprinkle a generous amount of bright green chopped scallions on top.

The steam rises, releasing a strong aroma of scallions.

Red sausage, white egg, black fungus, and green scallion.

Looks good, tastes good.

Absolutely!

"All done!"

"Dinner's ready!"

Fang Yu filled the first bowl to the brim.

The soup and noodles are served, topped with thickly sliced ​​red sausage, wood ear mushrooms, and a large egg.

He turned around and respectfully handed it to Fang Daqiang.

"Dad, you've worked the hardest shoveling firewood, so you should have the first bowl."

Fang Daqiang did not refuse.

He took the paper bowl, blew on it, and then took a big gulp.

After swallowing the piping hot soup, Lao Fang comfortably squinted his eyes, and the fatigue on his face instantly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yu served two more bowls and handed them to Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu.

"Teacher Chen, Sister Manyu, let's warm ourselves up while it's still hot."

Chen Daoming thanked him repeatedly, then brought his mouth to the edge of the bowl and took a big bite of the soup noodles covered in red oil.

Hot soup enters the throat.

That fresh, fragrant, spicy, and numbing flavor warmed me right from my throat all the way down to my stomach.

"call--"

Chen Daoming nodded repeatedly and gave a thumbs up.

"I can say with certainty that Xiao Fang, this pot of instant noodles you made is so good it would be presentable even at a state banquet!"

Zhang Manyu picked up a mouthful of noodles mixed with wood ear mushrooms.

The crisp wood ear mushrooms made a satisfying crunch when chewed.

She immediately agreed, "I guarantee Old Chen isn't exaggerating at all!"

Then it was Liu Yifei and Ju Jingyi's turn to wait anxiously on the sidelines.

of course.

When it came time to distribute the goods, Fang Yu blatantly demonstrated what "extreme favoritism" meant.

He piled half a bowl of red sausage into the bowl of his beautiful sister.

The largest and roundest free-range egg was also placed firmly on top.

Liu Yifei held the bowl in both hands and winked sweetly at Fang Yu.

"Thank you, Chef Fang!"

Ju Jingyi glanced at the red sausage in her bowl, which was "obviously half its original size".

Then look at Liu Yifei's "deluxe VIP version" bowl.

He opened his mouth.

In the end, Teacher Ju silently swallowed her protest.

never mind!

What right do lowly working people have to compete with their bosses in terms of treatment?

In this freezing cold, we should be thankful for a bowl of hot soup to keep us alive!

Now, only Fang Yu and Hua Yu are left who haven't received their noodles yet.

Fang Yu didn't cause any more trouble, and the two of them divided the last bit of food at the bottom of the pot equally.

Several people, each holding a paper bowl.

Some sat on dead trees.

Some simply squatted down next to the snowdrifts without any regard for appearances, working hard together.

Silence reigned all around.

All that remained was the uniform, rhythmic "slurp, slurp" sound of air being sucked in.

There were also the "whoosh" sounds of someone gasping for breath after being scalded by hot soup.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

[Is this scripted? Can a lousy packet of instant noodles really smell this good?]

[Does anyone understand?! Family members! My fancy meal suddenly doesn't taste good at all!]

Don't stop me, I've already ordered the same red sausage and instant noodles. I absolutely have to recreate this heavenly meal tonight!

At the same time.

Outside the woods, inside the production crew's van.

The heating was blaring loudly.

Director Zhou Zheng sat in front of the monitor with a half-eaten box of self-heating rice on his lap.

With a blank expression, he scooped up a piece of synthetic jerky, a product brimming with "technology and ruthless workmanship," with a plastic spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was hard and dry, and tasted like chewing wax.

The monitor screen showed a close-up of Fang Yu and Liu Yifei frantically slurping noodles.

Steam rises.

The red sausage was shiny with oil.

The noodles were slurped up with a "slurping" sound.

Even worse, the monitoring headphones were filled with the immersive sound of those people frantically drinking thick soup.

"Gulp."

Inside the carriage, the sound of swallowing was extremely distinct.

Not just Zhou Zheng.

The assistant director, cameraman, sound engineer, and several others stared intently at the screen, their Adam's apples bobbing.

Zhou Zheng chewed on the piece of "plastic beef" in his mouth.

The self-heating rice had that strange smell.

Then compare it to the pot of fragrant red sausage instant noodles on the screen.

His eyes slowly reddened.

"Clatter."

The plastic spoon slipped from my hand.

Zhou Zheng suddenly grabbed the big cotton hat next to him, put it on his head, pushed open the car door, and plunged half of his body into the wind and snow.

"I can't take it anymore—!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Why are they living the high life inside while I'm eating this garbage outside?!"

The assistant director was terrified and lunged forward to cling tightly to his leg.

"Director! Director, calm down!"

"The snowdrifts are deep, you can't go into the mountains!"

Zhou Zheng clung tightly to the car door frame with both hands, pointing towards the depths of the Greater Khingan Mountains, his voice tinged with heartache and tears.

"Let me go!"

"I want to eat red sausage instant noodles—!"