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

The next morning, before it was fully light.

Fang Yu was pulled out of his warm bed by his mother.

"Get up! Get up now! Go sweep the yard!"

Fang's mother's voice was strong and clear, but devoid of any emotion.

Fang Yu, with messy hair and sleepy eyes, sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), his brain still processing the information.

"Mom, what time is it...it's not even dawn yet..."

"You dare talk back?"

Fang's mother glared at her and pulled out a feather duster from somewhere.

"Have you forgotten what you did yesterday? You blew up our toilet! I'm being lenient by not making you rebuild it! Get out here and sweep the floor!"

The mere mention of "blowing up the toilet" instantly sobered Fang Yu up.

He was speechless.

Why should I?!

Why are two people making mistakes, but he's the only one getting beaten up and doing the work?

Is there no justice left in this world?!

Despite inwardly cursing, he obediently put on his clothes, resignedly picked up the broom, and went to the yard to clean up the "war debris" left from last night.

In the freezing cold, Fang Yu waved his broom, feeling like a banished laborer.

Inside the house, Fang's mother was happily preparing breakfast for Liu Yifei.

The viewers in the live stream were amused by the stark contrast early in the morning.

[Daily update: Fang Yu's family status confirmed (1/1)]

[That's so tragic, Yu-ge is really in such a terrible situation. I laughed like a pig in my bed.]

[The fairy is sleeping so soundly, and Brother Yu is sweeping the floor so diligently. This house can't function without Brother Yu, otherwise there would be no one to do the chores.]

Is this the difference between a biological son and a prospective daughter-in-law? I've learned something new.

Fang Yu had just finished sweeping the yard clean and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when someone banged on the large iron gate.

"Daqiang! Is Daqiang home?"

He is Li Dazhuang, the second son of the third uncle next door.

Fang Daqiang came out of the house wearing a coat.

"Dazhuang, what's up so early?"

Li Dazhuang rubbed his hands together, exhaling white breath, and said with a joyful expression:

"Uncle, my family is slaughtering a pig today, and my dad asked me to invite you over to cook!"

"Of all the pork stew we have around here, yours is the most authentic!"

Slaughtering the New Year's pig!

In rural Northeast China, this is a very important event.

In the twelfth lunar month, if a family slaughters a pig, it becomes the focus of the entire village.

The scene was even more lively than the Chinese New Year itself.

Upon hearing this, Fang Daqiang immediately perked up.

As the undisputed "number one chef of pork stew" in Kaoshantun, being invited to cook every year is an honor for him.

"Sure! No problem! I'll pack up and head over!" Fang Daqiang readily agreed.

Li Dazhuang peeked into the yard again and saw Fang Yu sweeping the floor nearby.

"Oh, Xiaoyu's here too?"

"Perfect timing! Young man, strong and healthy, go over there and lend a hand, help press the pig's leg!"

Fang Yu: "..."

Thank you so much!

Are you treating me like livestock?

Hearing the commotion, Fang's mother came out of the house.

She was more enthusiastic than anyone else when she heard that they were going to eat "pig-killing feast".

"Go! You absolutely have to go!" She slapped her thigh. "Dazhuang, you go back first and have your aunt prepare the sauerkraut. I'll have your uncle bring the best vermicelli over later!"

After seeing Li Dazhuang off, Fang's mother turned and went into the house, heading straight for Liu Yifei's room.

At this moment, Liu Yifei had also been awakened by the commotion outside and was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) in a daze.

"Yifei, you're awake? Come on, get up and get dressed, Auntie will take you to see a big event!" Fang's mother said warmly.

"Auntie, what are you looking at?" Liu Yifei rubbed her eyes and asked curiously.

"Slaughtering the pig for the New Year! Eating 'pig-slaughtering feast'!" Mother Fang said excitedly, "This is the most lively custom of celebrating the New Year in Northeast China; you'll never see it in the city!"

Kill...kill a pig?

Some unpleasant images instantly flashed through Liu Yifei's mind.

Although she had never seen it in person, she had seen it on television.

That scene... seemed pretty bloody?

"Auntie, I...I think I shouldn't go?" Liu Yifei hesitated. "I'm a little...scared."

"What's there to be afraid of!" Mrs. Fang waved her hand dismissively. "It's a joyous occasion! Besides, Fang Yu is here; he'll protect you!"

Fang Yu, who had just come in from outside, rolled his eyes when he heard this.

It's me again?

Am I just a tool?

Looking at Liu Yifei's face, which was full of resistance, he couldn't help but tease her, "What? Even a fairy sister is afraid of blood? Didn't you play a female knight-errant in a movie? You killed people without blinking an eye."

"That...that's different! That's fake!" Liu Yifei retorted, blushing.

"Then this is real, just in time for you to experience real life." Fang Yu continued to tease her. "Don't worry, it's not that scary, it's just like... killing a fish, only it's a bit bigger."

Killing fish?

Liu Yifei recalled Fang Yu's smooth and skillful fish-killing technique on the ice a few days ago.

It seems... it's not that scary after all?

With the combined efforts of the Fang family mother and son, and through a mix of coaxing and deception, Liu Yifei finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.

The group, fully equipped with their thickest clothes, marched in a grand procession toward Li Dazhuang's house.

In the live stream, viewers were also full of anticipation for the upcoming "big event".

[Slaughtering a pig for the New Year! Holy crap! I've only ever seen this in short videos, I never thought I'd see the whole thing live!]

[High-energy warning ahead! Non-combatants please evacuate! This scene is likely to be a bit intense!]

[The fairy's expression is so cute, a mix of fear and curiosity, like a little white rabbit tricked into a slaughterhouse.]

[Fang Yu, you little brat, killing fish? Are your fish that big?]

Meanwhile, in Hua Yu's live broadcast room in Sanya.

In order to counter Fang Yu's rising popularity, Hua Yu's agent, Leo, racked his brains and planned another event that he considered "high-end, classy, ​​and sophisticated"—a Chinese tea ceremony appreciation event.

They invited a tea master who was said to be one of the top tea masters in the country, and set up a complete set of valuable purple clay teaware in a pavilion by the sea.

Hua Yu changed into a flowing white Hanfu, tied up his long hair, and tried his best to present himself as a "refined gentleman, gentle and elegant".

He followed the tea master's instructions to learn the steps of warming the cup, waking up the tea, and brewing. Then, facing the camera, he began to explain some tea culture that he himself could not understand.

"Tea is a communication between humanity and nature, a dialogue between the heart and the soul."

"Tasting tea is not just about the taste, but also about a state of mind."

However, the viewers in the live stream did not buy it.

Give me a break, what are you pretending to be, some kind of cultured person? You can't even hold a teacup properly.

The neighbors are about to slaughter a pig, and you're here smelling the aroma of tea? I'm getting worried for you!

To be honest, this scene isn't as impressive as Fang Yu sweeping the yard; at least he's actually doing the work.

[Hey streamer, stop reading! Go check on the neighbors! If you don't go soon, all the pigs will be slaughtered!]

Looking at the appalling number of online users in the background and the barrage of comments saying "I want to watch the pig slaughter," Leo was so angry that he almost broke the tablet in his hand.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why?

Why did their carefully planned elegant event lose to a vulgar and bloody custom in rural Northeast China?

What's wrong with the taste of this generation of viewers?!