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Zhou Zheng was stunned for a moment.

In fact, he knew the truth better than anyone else.

Going to Lao Fang's house is definitely the best solution for tonight's final episode.

But a big production like this has to maintain a certain image; it can't let netizens think the production team is stingy and can't even afford a decent farewell dinner.

So he deliberately adopted a pretentious tone, tactically putting himself in a difficult position.

"Teacher Fang, it would be great to come to your house."

"As for the entertainment value, it'll definitely be top-notch."

He paused, then tried to salvage the situation.

"But this is, after all, the grand finale of our 'Going Home for the New Year' program."

"According to the original plan, we were supposed to go to a five-star hotel and have a private dinner with a high-end customized menu."

"The venue rental fee and set design fee have already been allocated by the sponsor's special funds."

"I'm not saying it's bad to change to your place at the last minute."

"I'm afraid that the preparations will be too rushed, causing trouble for the uncles and aunts, and neglecting the teachers."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu waved his hand dismissively.

"Director Zhou, stop with the formalities."

What's the point of a luxury hotel?

He raised his chin and pointed to a group of superstars behind him who were shivering from the cold.

"Everyone spent the whole day wading through the snow in the woods."

"Right now, what I really want to do is definitely not go to the city to listen to light music, and it's definitely not to cut a small piece of steak with a knife and fork."

"They just wanted to take off their shoes, sit cross-legged on the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed)."

"Gnawing on a big bone, drinking hot soup, and then having a bite of cornbread."

"Now that's what it means to come back to life."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions instantly became genuine.

Having just crawled out of a forest where temperatures were below -30 degrees Celsius, who has the mind to pretend to be elegant?

The moment I heard about the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), big bones, and hot soup...

Several people were so hungry they almost burst out of their stomachs, and one of them shouted, "Me too!"

Fang Yu turned to look at Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu.

"Teacher Chen, Teacher Zhang, what do you two think?"

Chen Daoming burst out laughing and patted his work clothes.

"Xiao Fang is absolutely right."

"If we go to the hotel dressed like this, the doorman will be stunned for a moment. He might even think we're going to the kitchen to deliver cabbages."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Chen Daoming took a breath and then added a sentence seriously.

"Our program is called 'Going Home for the New Year'."

"The last meal should taste like home."

Zhang Manyu nodded as well.

"I wholeheartedly agree."

"After rolling around in the snow like this all day, to then sit back and say some polite things while holding a glass of red wine is really boring."

Ju Jingyi raised both hands directly.

"We must agree!"

"I want braised goose in an iron pot! And chicken stew with mushrooms too!"

"I'm going to make this trip to Mohe a complete success with all the delicious food!"

Hua Yu was the only one who didn't immediately express his opinion.

He actually wanted to go to the hotel.

Taking a hot shower, changing into clean clothes, and then having a proper, hands-free dinner is what suits his habits.

But he glanced around.

Chen Daoming nodded, Zhang Manyu nodded, and Ju Jingyi ordered everything.

Not to mention Liu Yifei, her eyes were practically flying back to the Fang family's kitchen.

If he dared to say he wanted to go to a hotel at that moment, the barrage of comments would make him question his existence.

Hua Yu was silent for two seconds, then swallowed.

"I...I'm fine with anything." The voice wasn't loud, but the will to survive was at its peak.

Liu Yifei stood next to Fang Yu and gently placed her hand on his sleeve.

She didn't say much, just smiled and said something.

"Wherever you go, I'll go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yu snapped his fingers.

"Approved! Unanimously approved!"

A relieved smile appeared on Zhou Zheng's face.

But the next second, Fang Yu suddenly turned to look at him.

"Um, Director Zhou."

"Since everyone agrees not to go to the hotel... remember to transfer the money saved to my card in cash."

The slight relief on Zhou Zheng's face instantly crumbled.

His lips twitched violently.

Good guy.

He wanted to slap himself for bringing up "special funds" in the first place!

The live stream chat erupted in laughter.

[Hahaha! Offering cash as part of the finale's budget? Fang Yu, you really dare to ask for that!]

[Director Zhou: I was just being polite. Fang Yu: Received, transfer the money.]

One second it tastes like home, the next it's like getting reimbursed – it tastes just right!

……

Half an hour later.

Kaoshantun, the old Fang family courtyard.

Fang Yu pushed open the large iron gate, and a smoky aroma of firewood and meat filled everyone's faces.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and the red lanterns under the eaves had not yet been taken down, swaying gently in the cold wind.

A clean path had already been cleared through the snow, leading directly to the main house.

As soon as everyone stepped into the courtyard, before they could even exclaim in surprise, they heard Zhao Guifang's loud, booming voice erupt from the main room.

"Finally back!"

Through the kitchen window, figures could be seen busily working inside.

Zhao Guifang swung the spatula, the sound of which pierced through the glass and went outside.

"Hurry inside! You must be freezing!"

"Make sure you stomp the snow off your shoes outside, so it doesn't melt and make the whole house muddy!"

"Sister Wang, flip the sweet and sour pork again, don't let it burn!"

"Sister Li, don't put the vermicelli in yet, wait until they've washed their hands!"

Hearing the commotion, everyone eagerly lifted the thick cotton curtain and squeezed into the main room.

As soon as they entered, the celebrities' eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

On the table, a large spread of main dishes had been laid out in an endless stream.

The freshly cooked sweet and sour pork was piled up like a small mountain, golden and crispy, glistening with sweet and sour sauce.

Surrounding it were cold mung bean noodles, vegetables with dipping sauce, braised pork ribs, chicken stew with mushrooms, dried tofu with green peppers, fried meatballs, blood sausage...

Even the frozen pears and persimmons, meant to cut through the richness, were arranged neatly.

Following the aroma, I peeked into the half-open kitchen and saw two large iron pots bubbling and steaming.

In one pot, pork stew with vermicelli sizzled with oil, while in another, spare ribs stewed with green beans were cooked until tender and falling off the bone. Around the edge of the pot were golden-brown, fragrant cornbread pancakes.

In fact, Fang Yu had already told his mother the whole story before he set off.

Tonight's grand finale banquet is his plan to drag all these celebrities back to Old Fang's house.

Zhao Guifang started gathering people at 1 p.m., pulling in Aunt Wang and Aunt Li from next door, and managed to put together such a top-notch feast.

While everyone was still drooling over the table full of delicious dishes,

Liu Yifei had already skillfully taken off her thick coat and hat.

She didn't even bother to say hello, washed her hands, and rushed into the kitchen.

He acted as if he were going back to his own home.

"Auntie, I'll serve the dishes."

"Oh, honey, you should rest!"

Immediately, Zhao Guifang's beaming voice echoed from the kitchen.

"You've been freezing in the mountains all day, don't touch anything, hurry up and get on the kang (heated brick bed) to warm up!"

Everyone stood in the main room, watching as the nation's goddess came out carrying two plates of cold dishes, her smile incredibly sweet.

"It's alright, Auntie, I'm used to it here."

With just that soft, sweet "I'm used to it," Zhao Guifang in the kitchen was so satisfied that her voice rose eight octaves, and she deliberately shouted it out at the top of her lungs.

"Look! Daughters are so much better—sensible, hardworking, and quick on their feet!"

"Unlike my rascal! He can cook for everyone outside, but as soon as he gets home, he collapses on the bed and waits to be waited on!"

Listening to my own mother's deafening bashing and belittling.

He was met with the barely suppressed laughter of the several superstars in the room.

Fang Yu took a deep breath and remained silent.

They're not to be trifled with; they're truly not to be trifled with.

As long as you're happy!

The live stream audience was in stitches.

[Haha! Fang Yu's position in the family is crystal clear!]

[Outside: Teacher Fang! Chef Fang! The Eastern Magician! Inside: You brat.]

[Fang Yu: I'm all-powerful in the Chinese entertainment industry, but back in my village I'm treated worse than a dog.]