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

Liu Yifei's eyes lit up immediately.

"Okay, okay!"

"It's been so long since I've had your cooking!"

Fang Yu glanced at her.

"Didn't we just eat red sausage instant noodles in the woods a few days ago?"

Liu Yifei was stunned for half a second.

"Oh...right."

She lowered her head and pinched the cuffs of her sweater, her voice unconsciously becoming softer.

"But I just feel like... a lot of time has passed."

After saying that, she took another half step toward the kitchen doorway.

We didn't go any further in.

He stood there obediently, his eyes fixed on Fang Yu, waiting for him to fire.

As for his eyes, well, how should I put it?

It was exactly the same as when I was in Kaoshantun, lying by the stove waiting for the stew in the iron pot to boil.

Fang Yu found it amusing and stopped teasing her.

handwashing.

He rolled up his sleeves.

Liu Yifei's kitchen, well, it does have everything you'd expect.

Built-in ovens, steam microwave ovens, and high-speed blenders.

But everything was too new.

The oven still had the original plastic protective film on it, it hadn't been removed.

The entire countertop was so clean it could be used as a mirror.

It's obvious at a glance that the owner's everyday life is practically nonexistent.

Fang Yu turned on the tap, and as soon as the tap water flowed out, the quiet kitchen finally had some noise.

Cut the tomatoes.

Heat oil in a wok.

The egg was cracked in, and there was a "sizzle" sound.

As soon as the egg mixture hits the pan, the aroma of caramelized meat immediately rises from the bottom of the pan.

Fang Yu controlled the heat, flipping the eggs with a spatula until they were golden brown, then tossed in the chopped tomatoes.

The juice hit the hot oil, and the pot sizzled and popped as the red soup instantly boiled over.

The kitchen suddenly came alive.

The warm, slightly sweet and sour steam spread outwards from the countertop of the open kitchen.

It quickly filled the entire living room.

The house, which was originally deserted and looked like a showroom, suddenly became different.

Liu Yifei stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Fang Yu shake the pot, cook the noodles, and season the ingredients.

The movements were quick and smooth.

To be honest, she had watched Fang Yu cook many times.

Pork stew, crayfish tofu noodles, deep-fried icicles, Xuelin red sausage instant noodles...

It's always a big event.

But today is different.

Today is at her home.

Just one bowl of noodles, just the two of them.

Steam was rising from the pot.

Outside the window, the lights of countless homes in Beijing shone brightly.

This feeling is completely different from that in Kaoshantun.

Yet, for some reason, it makes one feel more at ease.

Not long after.

Two steaming bowls of tomato and egg noodles were served on the table.

The poached egg was fried in only a thin layer of oil until the edges were crispy, while the yolk remained runny, semi-liquid.

The sweet and sour sauce from the stir-fried tomatoes is rich and flavorful, coating both the egg and the noodles.

It was also garnished with a few slices of finely shredded purple cabbage.

Red, yellow, purple, black.

The combination of several colors in the bowl actually makes it look quite appealing.

Liu Yifei sat down and eagerly picked up a mouthful of noodles.

I blew on it twice.

Then, full of anticipation, I put it in my mouth.

next second.

Her eyes widened immediately.

"Mmm...delicious!"

With noodles in his mouth, his speech was a little unclear.

But that unconcealable joy shone through from the corners of her eyes and brows.

It's still warm.

Fresh and fragrant.

The noodles are chewy.

The poached egg soaked up all the tomato juice, bursting with flavor with every bite.

the most important is--

She used only the low-fat ingredients from her refrigerator.

You don't need to feel guilty after eating.

No need to repent in front of the scale.

For a female celebrity who relies on boiled chicken breast, raw vegetables, and unsweetened yogurt to survive year after year—

This bowl of noodles is a true salvation.

Fang Yu leaned back in his chair and looked at her.

The way the nation's goddess is eating right now has absolutely nothing to do with the words "cool and aloof fairy".

His cheeks puffed out.

The chopsticks flew up and down.

Occasionally, a noodle is too long to suck in and will fall onto your chin.

Then she quickly wiped her mouth, didn't even look up, and continued eating.

Seeing this, Fang Yu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Eat slowly, the bowl won't run away."

Liu Yifei nodded repeatedly.

But the chopsticks didn't slow down at all.

The main focus is on one thing—

You say your piece, I'll eat mine.

Less than two minutes later.

The bowl of noodles was empty.

They even drank the soup clean.

After finishing her meal, she put down her chopsticks, patted her tummy contentedly, and felt completely relaxed.

Leaning back in his chair, he let out a long breath.

after awhile.

Liu Yifei seemed to suddenly remember something and looked up at Fang Yu.

"Oh, right."

"I saw Coca-Cola's official announcement today."

"You said you're going to write a special new song for them to kick off the new year?"

Fang Yu spoke casually.

"Yes, that's true."

Liu Yifei was silent for two seconds.

His fingers unconsciously twisted together and were placed under the table.

She hesitated for a moment, but then spoke.

"that……"

"Actually, our company also received a cooperation proposal today..."

Fang Yu raised his eyes.

I sensed something unusual in her tone and expression.

"Um?"

Liu Yifei took a deep breath.

Pepsi.

Four words were uttered.

She watched Fang Yu's reaction.

"Their higher-ups have said they want me to sing a new brand theme song."

Fang Yu placed the chopsticks on the rim of the bowl.

"Trying to ride on our popularity to compete with Coca-Cola?"

Liu Yifei lowered her voice and nodded.

"Our company is already preparing to hire a top-tier producer in the industry."

She looked at Fang Yu, her heart pounding with anxiety.

"Get ready... to tailor a new song just for me."

After saying that sentence...

The atmosphere at the dinner table changed.

Just a moment ago, it was a cozy moment when the two of them were snuggled together eating noodles.

In the blink of an eye, an inexplicable heaviness filled the air.

Liu Yifei secretly observed Fang Yu's expression.

She understands him.

This person usually seems carefree and doesn't care about anything.

But deep down, he always had a strong competitive spirit.

This time, both the Red and Blue factories are clearly targeting them as their core, aiming for a direct confrontation in the commercial arena.

A delicious spokesperson.

Pepsi's spokesperson.

A couple.

Each serves their own master.

Does he think...?

Is accepting Pepsi's offer a form of betrayal?