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

When all the food is served.

The Fang family's large solid wood round table was so crowded with the main dishes that there wasn't even a crack left to put a water glass.

Sweet and sour pork, braised pork ribs, chicken stew with mushrooms, pork stew with vermicelli, spare ribs stew with green beans...

The steam rose up, filling the room with the mouthwatering aroma of a wood-fired stove.

After a whole day of struggling in the snowy forest at minus thirty degrees Celsius, everyone was starving.

At this point, nobody cares about image management anymore.

Whether you're a Grand Slam winner of Best Actor and Actress awards, or a top idol adored by fans.

At this moment, everyone's identity was surprisingly unified—a dry rice person.

The production crew members were also present.

Zhao Guifang had already asked Aunt Wang to set up a large table in the side room, with plenty of hearty dishes and unlimited white rice.

The main point is—once you come to Old Fang's house, no one will leave hungry.

After more than half an hour of carb feasting.

The plates on the table were swept clean, so shiny you could see your reflection in them.

Everyone slumped back in their chairs, each rubbing their round bellies, their expressions remarkably identical.

Two words.

comfortable.

Happy times always fly by.

Before we knew it, the deep blue night sky had fallen heavily.

With a creak.

Director Zhou Zheng lifted the heavy cotton curtain and entered the room, still carrying the biting cold air from outside.

"Dear teachers, the bus is warmed up at the village entrance."

"The city's top-class hotels have all been arranged. We'll stay in the city tonight."

"The production team will send everyone to the airport by special car first thing tomorrow morning."

These words were spoken.

The once warm and cozy atmosphere inside the room suddenly seemed to cool down.

Everyone knows the answer.

After this meal, the phenomenal variety show "Going Home for the New Year," which dominated the charts for half a month and flooded the trending searches of various entertainment news outlets in China, will truly come to an end.

Zhou Zheng rubbed his hands together and looked at Liu Yifei sitting next to Fang Yu.

"Teacher Liu, are you going back to the city on the bus?"

Liu Yifei slightly lifted her eyelids.

"Director Zhou, you guys go back to the city first, I won't go with you."

She paused, her tone extremely natural.

"Tomorrow, Fang Yu and I will go to the airport together."

Zhou Zheng was stunned for a second.

He immediately understood and nodded repeatedly.

"Understood, understood! Then we won't wait for you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the chat in the live stream, which was still running, exploded with comments.

[Alright, alright! The show's ending, but your relationship is definitely not ending, right?!]

[What the hell?! Let's go together tomorrow! Translation: I'm staying overnight, you third wheels, get out of here!]

[This old servant's two-week shift has been a complete success!]

Everyone in the room exchanged knowing glances, suppressing their laughter.

A faint blush rose to Liu Yifei's cheeks, but she made no attempt to hide it.

She simply lowered her head and casually straightened her sleeves, a slight upturn of her lips.

The farewell dinner is over.

Everyone got up one after another and began to put on the thick layer of cold-proof gear.

Ju Jingyi walked a few steps to Liu Yifei, opened her arms, and gave her a tight hug.

"Sister Yifei."

She rested her chin on Liu Yifei's shoulder, her voice carrying a hint of teasing, but also a touch of reluctance.

"If I become rich and powerful, let's not forget each other."

"If you really become my wife in Kaoshantun, please remember to send me some pure wild frozen wood ear mushrooms."

Liu Yifei was so embarrassed by the blunt term "wife of Kaoshantun" that her ears burned.

But she didn't refute it.

Instead, he generously reached out and hugged Xiao Ju back, patting her on the back.

"Don't worry, you'll get your share."

"How many do you want? I'll have Fang Yu personally go up the mountain and knock them down for you."

Ju Jingyi immediately straightened up and gestured with her chin toward Fang Yu beside her.

"Did you hear that, Brother Yu? Sister Yifei has spoken."

Fang Yu leaned lazily against the door frame and waved his hand dismissively.

"Okay."

"However, let me make this clear from the start: postage is payable upon delivery, and there is no guarantee of compensation."

"If a roe deer's droppings happen to get into the sack, just think of it as opening a blind box—pure, natural, and untouched."

Ju Jingyi was still a little sad, but her face turned green instantly upon hearing this.

"Brother Yu! Can't you even be a decent human being?!"

"Bringing up something so offensive at such a touching moment!"

Everyone in the room burst into laughter.

The bittersweet feeling of parting has been diluted considerably.

Chen Daoming put on a black cashmere coat and slowly strolled over to Fang Yu.

The senior raised his hand and patted Fang Yu's shoulders twice.

"Xiao Fang, come to the capital and have tea with me sometime."

"When the time comes, I'll personally introduce you to a few people."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of several people in the room instantly changed.

Those in the know understand perfectly well that this is definitely not just polite talk.

This is tantamount to the most powerful and influential figure in the Chinese entertainment industry personally handing Fang Yu an entry ticket to the core resource circle of Beijing.

Fang Yu didn't hesitate and grinned.

"No problem, Teacher Chen."

"I'll bring my own tea."

Chen Daoming raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious.

"Oh? What kind of good tea did you bring?"

Fang Yu was very serious.

"Howling!"

Chen Daoming's expression froze on the spot, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

An eerie silence fell over the room for a second.

Immediately afterwards, the laughter nearly lifted the roof off Old Fang's house.

Chen Daoming pointed at Fang Yu, and then burst into laughter in anger.

"You brat... you really don't intend to let this old man retire with a clean record!"

Zhang Manyu also stepped forward with a smile, her eyes gentle.

"If you ever have the chance to come to Hong Kong, remember to look me up."

"I'll take you two to eat something different."

Fang Yu immediately nodded in agreement.

"All done, Sister Manyu."

"But let's make it clear first, it can't be too exquisite."

"It's too fancy, I'm afraid I won't have enough to eat."

Zhang Manyu shook her head with a laugh.

The envious gazes of the crowd deepened once again.

Just then, amidst the lively commotion, Hua Yu walked over.

He has changed back into the limited edition down jacket that he ordered based on his height.

But the carefully styled bangs on her head could no longer recapture the elegance and arrogance she had on her first day.

The beatings I endured over the past two weeks were truly unforgettable.

One after another, original works that deliver a devastating blow.

A truly hardcore feast for ten thousand people.

In addition, there was today's arduous hike through the snowy forest.

Fang Yu managed to strip away all his idol image and pretentious facade, layer by layer.

Hua Yu stood still, her eyes struggling for a moment.

In the end, he boldly extended his right hand.

"Then... I'm leaving."

He stared intently at Fang Yu, his tone no longer carrying that unpleasant affectation he used to have.

Instead, it conveys a sense of relief after being thoroughly tormented.

"Let's play music together sometime in the future."

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

He then reached out and shook hands with her without hesitation.

"Okay."

"Let's practice whenever we have time."

After loosening his grip, Fang Yu reached into the deep pocket of his thick cotton-padded coat.

They pulled out a whole bunch of random stuff.

It was the wild nut that Hua Yu traded with a squirrel in the snowy forest this afternoon, using the "French croissant brick" that Hua Yu couldn't bite into.

Large hazelnuts, plump red pine nuts, and hard wild walnuts.

The outer shell still carries a faint scent of pine from the Greater Khingan Mountains.

Fang Yu didn't even look at them, and stuffed them all into the big pocket of Hua Yu's down jacket.

"Take it."

He raised his chin.

"We chat while we're out and about."