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Liu Yifei, who was standing not far away, was completely dumbfounded.

She held Fang Yu's military overcoat, which still retained his body heat, in her arms, her mouth slightly open, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

In the biting cold of the farmhouse courtyard, Fang Yu, wearing only a thin sweater, stood in a horse stance, his arms bulging with veins, suppressing the beast-like black boar with an absolutely powerful posture.

The scene was filled with primal, wild tension.

There were no stage lights, no elaborate makeup, and the background was even a noisy pig slaughtering scene.

But at this moment, Liu Yifei felt that this man... was bursting with hormones!

The live stream room was already buzzing with excitement.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What did I just see?! A real-life version of uprooting a willow tree... no, it's uprooting a giant black pig?!]

I was just worried he'd get gored by a pig, but he almost lifted it up! The contrast is just too much!

[Brother Yu is awesome! That arm strength! That core strength! That core control! He's practically inhuman!]

[I declare that Fang Yu is the number one heartthrob in the Chinese entertainment industry! No arguments allowed!]

Under Fang Yu's strong control, the pig-catching operation was finally completed successfully.

Several burly men rushed forward and, taking advantage of the pig's immobility, used thick hemp ropes to tightly bind its limbs before lifting it onto a long bench.

Fang Yu released his grip, patted the pig bristles off his hands, and looked completely nonchalant, as if he had just done something insignificant.

He turned around and walked back to Liu Yifei's side, took his military overcoat from her arms, put it back on, and casually flicked his hair with a smug look.

"How was that? Wasn't that move incredibly cool?"

He leaned closer, raised an eyebrow at Liu Yifei, his face clearly saying, "Praise me, praise me!"

Seeing his smug look, Liu Yifei's initial excitement subsided considerably.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she deliberately pouted and snorted:

"I didn't realize you were handsome, but I was suddenly relieved for you just now."

Fang Yu was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

Liu Yifei suppressed a smile and, in a serious tone, slowly added insult to injury:

"I think that if you can't make it in the entertainment industry in the future, or if your career collapses one day, at least you won't have to worry about not having food to eat."

She pointed to the black pig bound like a dumpling, her eyes so sincere it made you want to vomit blood:

"Seriously, Fang Yu, your skill in pressing pig's leg is much more coordinated than your dancing on stage."

"I guess this is what they call... a perfect match for your major?"

"You..." Fang Yu's smile froze instantly. He clutched his chest in disbelief, looking heartbroken.

"Liu Yifei, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"I just risked my life fighting so you could have this pork stew!"

"You don't even encourage me, and you're stabbing me in the heart?"

Seeing Fang Yu's discomfiture, Liu Yifei finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling like a little fox who had successfully stolen a bite.

The live stream chat was filled with laughter.

[Hahaha! Absolutely perfect for her! That last hit was spot on!]

Is this what they mean by "one is influenced by one's surroundings"? Give us back our ethereal, otherworldly goddess!

[Oh no! Her angelic image hasn't even completely crumbled yet, but her sharp-tongued Northeastern personality has already awakened!]

Rear command post.

Fang Yu's agent, Sister Wang, was so excited watching this scene that she slapped her thigh repeatedly.

"Great! That's fantastic! This kind of banter is so entertaining! Fang Yu really knows how to set the pace; he's even brought Liu Yifei, that quiet girl, to life!"

On the other side, Liu Yifei's agent, Sister Hong, looked worried and even started rubbing her temples.

Looking at Liu Yifei on the screen, who was smiling sweetly and had even learned to "insult" people, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"It's over, it's all over..."

Sister Hong murmured to herself, her tone sorrowful.

"All the aloof goddess image I've painstakingly maintained... and it's only been a few days? Fang Yu has turned it into this mess?"

"If she walks the red carpet and starts off with a thick Northeastern accent, who could stand that?"

She wished she could rush into the screen right now and strangle Fang Yu, the "culprit".

……

During the subsequent pig slaughtering process, Fang Yu considerately pulled Liu Yifei to stand at a distance upwind.

He used his tall frame, intentionally or unintentionally, to block her view, allowing her to hear only the sound.

Even so, the piercing howl still frightened Liu Yifei so much that she buried her face in Fang Yu's back and dared not look up.

Fang Yu could feel a slight tremor on her back. He stopped teasing her and simply raised his hand to gently pat her arm to comfort her.

Soon, the bloody scene subsided, and the main event—making the pork stew—officially began.

Fang Daqiang, as the head chef for the day, naturally stepped to the center of the courtyard.

He took off his coat, leaving him in just a sweater and an apron, instantly exuding the air of a master chef.

"Dazhuang, go and slice off the best piece of pork belly for me!"

"Erzhuzi, rinse the pickled cabbage again and squeeze out as much water as possible!"

"Guifang, take a few women and go make blood sausage!"

Fang Daqiang directed everyone methodically, and although the scene was chaotic, it was well-organized.

Fresh pork, offal, and bones were sorted and prepared for cooking.

Fang Daqiang first boiled a large pot of water and put large pieces of pork bones and pork belly into it to blanch them, removing the blood and fishy smell.

Then, in another large iron pot, half a pot of homemade lard was poured in.

Once the oil is hot, add scallions, ginger slices, star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, and other spices, and sauté until fragrant.

The rich, overpowering aroma instantly overwhelmed all other smells in the yard, making one's mouth water.

Liu Yifei smelled the fragrance and couldn't help but peek out from behind Fang Yu, looking on curiously.

Fang Yu became interested as he watched his father's practiced movements.

He couldn't afford to waste the [Master of Cooking] skill he had redeemed.

Fang Yu slowly approached, leaned against the cutting board, and spoke with an irritating grin:

"Comrade Fang, it looks like you're struggling a bit with that ladle. Are you getting old and your stamina isn't what it used to be?"

"How about I help you share the burden?"

Fang Daqiang was busy putting meat into the pot when he heard this. Without even looking up, he waved his hand as if shooing away a fly.

"Go away, go away, stay somewhere else, don't cause me any trouble."

In his view, his son had rarely even stepped into the kitchen since he was a child.

Asking him for help would only make things worse, wouldn't it?

The last time I grilled a fish on the ice, that was just a small-scale operation.

He didn't believe Fang Yu could handle such a technical task as making pork stew.