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

Everyone was completely satisfied with this meal of wild red sausage instant noodles.

After swallowing the piping hot, thick soup, all the fatigue and chill from the morning's trek were completely swept away by its warmth.

A warm current spread from the bottom of my stomach all the way to my limbs and bones.

The fingers and toes that were originally numb from the cold also came back to life.

Once you're full and satisfied, it's easy to become lazy.

The satisfaction of the high-carb bomb, combined with the comfort of the body warming up after being cold, brought a strong sense of drowsiness to everyone's heads.

"Aha—"

Ju Jingyi was the first to give in.

She leaned against a thick, fallen log and yawned wildly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"No, no, I just want to sleep after eating! What kind of universal truth is this...?"

She rubbed her eyes, feeling weak all over.

Liu Yifei's condition is similar.

She was already leaning softly against Fang Yu.

Now he felt even more at ease, handing over most of his body weight.

The little head rested steadily on Fang Yu's shoulder, the big eyes half-open and half-closed, the eyelids already starting to droop.

Even Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu, who are usually very particular about their demeanor, were now relaxing and leaning against the withered tree trunk, closing their eyes to rest.

He had a look of contentment on his face.

In extremely cold environments, it is a blessing to be able to eat a hot meal.

This instinctive sense of happiness is enough to make people let down their guard.

Hua Yu was probably the only one in the entire venue still managing to keep his spirits up.

He sat a little distance away from the others, holding a paper bowl that was completely empty of soup, his eyes looking somewhat dazed.

He was so engrossed in the meal that he questioned the meaning of life.

My brain is screaming wildly:

This is just a pot of broken instant noodles!

What's so great about that?!

As a top celebrity, what kind of delicacies haven't I eaten?

But the body's reaction is incredibly honest.

The rich aroma of smoked meat and the scalding hot broth made him almost instinctively gulp down the entire bowl of noodles.

Even when drinking the last sip of soup.

He almost—

Just a tiny bit off—

I couldn't control myself and licked the paper bowl until it was polished!

This extreme sense of shame made Hua Yu feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

He could only try his best to keep a straight face and pretend nothing was wrong.

This is to defend the last vestige of dignity of their top idol status.

The snow-covered valley fell completely silent.

All that could be heard was the faint crackling sound of the remaining dry branches in the fire.

The warmth and coziness gradually lulled me into sleep.

Viewers in the live stream, seeing this peaceful and serene scene, also started yawning.

[Amazing! Seeing them sitting by the fire after they finished eating makes me want to wrap myself in a blanket and take a nap.]

[I can almost feel the satisfaction of cooking a hot meal in the freezing cold, even through the screen—it's so comforting!]

Just as Ju Jingyi's head began to droop down little by little, like a chick pecking at rice.

"Stay alert! Don't fall asleep!"

Fang Daqiang suddenly stood up.

"On such a cold day, especially in the woods, it's easy to feel sleepy right after eating."

He frowned and scanned the area.

"If you close your eyes and fall asleep now, you'll never wake up again."

This is definitely not meant to scare anyone.

In the frigid wilderness of Northeast China, after a large meal, blood rushes to the stomach to aid digestion, and blood supply and heat to the limbs decrease rapidly, causing an irresistible feeling of drowsiness.

If you fall asleep in the snow in this state, your body temperature will plummet.

Hypothermia.

Then there is no more then.

These are lessons learned by the older generation, who risked their lives in the mountains and forests.

Fang Daqiang's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

Everyone's drowsiness vanished instantly.

Ju Jingyi stopped nodding.

Liu Yifei also straightened up from Fang Yu's shoulder.

The group looked at each other, and no one said a word.

There was silence for several seconds.

"My dad is right. Taking a long nap after a meal in the wild is just asking for trouble."

Fang Yu stood up and patted Liu Yifei on the back to comfort her.

He glanced around at the crowd, whose faces had turned pale with fright at his father, and suddenly a grin spread across his face.

"And, everyone, use your clever minds to think about how to make money—"

"Wow, that pot of red sausage instant noodles was really pungent!"

"The artificial flavor of braised beef, combined with the smoky aroma of red sausage, can waft for miles on the mountain breeze!"

Fang Yu paused for a moment, then deliberately lowered his voice and said in a sinister tone:

"What if you all end up sleeping like mad here in a row..."

"The black bears in the mountains, who had been starving all winter, followed the scent and came to investigate—"

Fang Yu stretched his arms forward, making a gesture as if a gaping maw was open.

Hey! My takeout's here!

"Five or six perfectly aligned, ice-cold popsicles made by celebrities!"

"Each bite is perfect, so crunchy!"

"The meat is firm, and it's marinated with a rich, scallion-infused beef flavor!"

"Ahhh! Stop talking! Stop talking!!!"

Ju Jingyi was so frightened that she covered her ears and her eyes darted around wildly.

Now, behind any old pine tree, you feel like there's a drooling black bear hiding.

Liu Yifei, enraged, raised her small, gloved fist and punched Fang Yu twice in the chest.

"Fang Yu, how annoying are you! Why are you so scary!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Hua Yu—

I instinctively took two steps toward the crowd.

"Then what are we waiting for! Let's go!"

His voice was trembling.

Fang Yu ignored him and turned to walk to the fire.

He lifted his foot and, with the heavy, fur-lined sole of his boots, stomped out the last remaining piece of dark red ember with a "hiss," crushing it firmly into the wet snow.

"You can leave."

"But before we leave, we must clean the campsite thoroughly!"

Fang Yu pointed to the plastic bags, paper bowls, and bits and pieces of seasoning packets scattered on the ground.

"When you go hiking in the mountains, you can't leave anything but footprints!"

"This is called trail running without leaving a trace."

He opened the burlap sack with the word "urea" printed on it and planted it on the snow.

"Everyone, throw all the garbage you've created in here."

"Not a single scallion, not a drop of chili oil, is allowed to remain on the snow!"

"Otherwise, the lingering scent might actually lure wild animals directly to our footprints on the way down the mountain."

Chen Daoming nodded solemnly and bent down to pick up trash first.

"Xiao Fang is right."

"Only by respecting nature can we enjoy it. Let's all get started!"

The senior figures have spoken, so who would dare to stand idly by?

Everyone immediately bent down and, enduring the biting cold wind, began to clean up the campsite.

but--

To everyone's utter surprise, including Fang Yu's own, this was something no one expected.

He was the most meticulous, hardworking, and dedicated worker on the entire team.

It's Hua Yu!!!

This aloof top celebrity, who even waits for his assistant to unscrew the bottle cap when drinking water and changes his clothes immediately if they get a speck of dust—

At that moment, clutching a plastic bag, he lay down directly on the snow.

Paper bowls, packaging film, and sausage wrappers.

He picked up everything in record time, leaving not a single piece.

This is not finished!

He broke off a small twig and lay on the ground with his butt sticking out.

He started frantically scraping at a drop of instant noodle soup the size of a coin on the snow!

"There's still a drop of chili oil here!"

"No! It must be uprooted!"

"Who dropped this scallion?! Are they trying to get me killed?!"

He muttered curses as he shoveled the soup-soaked snow, along with the bottom layer of black frozen soil, into a garbage bag.