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

Seeing that his father wasn't paying attention, Fang Yu wasn't in a hurry. He just smiled knowingly with a slight upturn of his lips.

He leaned forward, close to Fang Daqiang's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Dad, I seem to remember transferring 20,000 yuan to you last week as a 'New Year's allowance' for you to give to my beautiful wife who doesn't manage the household finances."

Fang Daqiang suddenly slammed the iron ladle in his hand, almost splashing oil from the pan.

His eyes darted around, and he pretended not to hear: "Huh? What did you say? It was too noisy in the pot, I couldn't hear you!"

Fang Yu chuckled and continued speaking in a low voice, his tone full of threat:

"But yesterday my mom said she only received 15,000?"

"The remaining five thousand... tsk tsk tsk, Lao Fang, what if I shouted it out right now..."

Fang Yu made a move to take a deep breath, focusing his energy in his dantian, in preparation to call upon the Empress Dowager who was not far away.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Fang Daqiang choked on his own saliva, his old face turning bright red.

He reached out with lightning speed and grabbed Fang Yu's shoulder, his eyes filled with a look of terror that seemed to be begging for mercy.

"Ancestor! You are my own ancestor!"

Fang Daqiang gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "What do you want? Just say it!"

This scene of "filial piety between father and son" was captured perfectly by a high-definition camera, even though no sound could be heard.

The live stream chat instantly transformed into a Sherlock Holmes-like atmosphere.

[A lip-reading expert of level 10 requests to participate! Why do I feel like Uncle Fang's face turned green instantly?]

[Hahaha! This is obviously because they've got something on him! I'm guessing it's his secret stash of money!]

[The person upstairs revealed the truth! Family hierarchy: Fang's Mom > Fang Yu > Fang's Dad!]

"What do I want to do?" Fang Yu blinked innocently and pointed to the cutting board. "I just want to be filial and help my father chop some vegetables to ease his burden."

"Fine, fine! I'll let you cut it! Okay, I'll let you cut it, alright?"

At this point, Fang Daqiang dared not say "no" and could only compromise with tears in his eyes.

To save face and to make things a little harder for this "rebellious son," he pointed to a large piece of still-warm pig liver on the cutting board next to him.

"Then go and slice that piece of pig liver for me!"

"Remember, slice it thinly and evenly!"

This is a technical job.

Pig liver is soft and smooth, and it's difficult for inexperienced people to slice it thinly and evenly.

Fang Daqiang sneered inwardly: You little brat, threatening me like that? Just wait until you've chopped it up, and I'll give you a good "instruction" in public!

The aunties and older women who were helping out nearby had no idea about the "dirty deal" that the father and son had just made.

They were all surprised to see Fang Daqiang suddenly relent and let Fang Yu take over, and they were all waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"Xiaoyu, if it's not working, have your dad come. Don't cut your hand."

"Exactly, with your delicate skin, you're not cut out for this kind of work."

Faced with questions from all her relatives.

Fang Yu was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was amused.

As he rolled up his sleeves, he raised an eyebrow at Granny Wang, who had just spoken.

"Oh dear, Aunt Wang, that's not right of you."

"Who says handsome people can't do manual labor? That's a stereotype!"

"Let me tell you, these hands of mine can wield a microphone to rock a performance, or they can chop up kidneys with a cleaver! They're all-rounders!"

Fang Yu grinned as he picked up the gleaming kitchen knife from the cutting board and deftly twirled it in his hand.

"Just relax, keep your eyes wide open and watch closely, don't blink, or you'll miss a miracle!"

After saying that, he dropped his playful grin and his eyes instantly became focused.

He held the pig liver down with his left hand and flicked his right wrist.

Then, "Boom boom boom boom—"

A series of rapid chopping sounds instantly filled the yard.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Fang Yu's right hand moved so fast that it almost left a blur.

With each swift stroke of the knife, evenly sized slices of pork liver were neatly arranged on the cutting board.

The whole process was smooth and rhythmic, just like a delightful performance.

After a brief pause, the live stream chat exploded with comments.

Holy crap?! That hand speed? Did you hone it up by being single for twenty years?!

This isn't the handsome young man I imagined! Whose idol leaves an afterimage while slicing pig liver?!

[New Oriental: Fang Yu, show me your graduation certificate, stop pretending!]

[This knife skill, it must have taken at least ten years to master, right? He's only twenty-three! Did he start practicing chopping and cutting in the womb?]

The aunties who were just waiting to see the joke were now all gaping, dumbfounded.

Fang Daqiang was also stunned, forgetting to move the spatula in his hand.

He stared blankly at the neatly stacked slices of pork liver on the cutting board, then looked at his son's calm face, his mind completely blank.

This...this is my son?

This knife skill... is several times better than mine, a chef who has been cooking for decades!

This kid, during the six months he was away, did he take some time to study cooking at New Oriental?!

at the same time.

In the open kitchen of a sea-view villa in Sanya.

Hua Yu was also wearing a tall chef's hat and a spotless white chef's uniform. He was standing in front of the stove with a solemn expression, as if he were performing a sacred ceremony.

He was holding a pair of specially made, extra-long chopsticks, carefully scooping a few noodles out of the pot.

"Dear viewers, this is called 'Snow-Topped Plain Noodles'."

Hua Yu spoke softly and magnetically to the camera.

"Cooking noodles requires a calm mind."

"Water temperature, cooking time, and even your mood while cooking noodles can all affect their taste."

He arranged the noodles with great care in the center of a large white Western-style plate, poured a ring of clear soup around them, and finally used tweezers to pick up a cilantro leaf and garnish it on top.

"Teacher Ju, come and try my cooking."

Hua Yu elegantly presented the plate of "works of art," which contained only about two bites' worth of food, to Ju Jingyi, who was sitting at the dining table.

Ju Jingyi looked at the few lonely noodles and the bland soup on the plate and silently complained to herself:

Isn't this just plain noodles in broth?

Not even a fried egg?

But as a professional idol, her facial expression management is impeccable.

She picked up her fork, rolled up a small ball of noodles, and put it in her mouth.

The noodles were undercooked, and the soup was tasteless; it was like chewing rubber bands and drinking plain water.

But the next second, Ju Jingyi's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had tasted some unparalleled delicacy.

She covered her mouth, looking at Hua Yu with a face full of surprise:

"Wow! Brother Huayu, this is so delicious!"

"The noodles were so chewy, and the soup was so flavorful! It had a...taste of love!"

Upon hearing this, Hua Yu tossed his hair with satisfaction, revealing a confident smile:

"If you like it, that's the charm of cooking with love."

The live stream chat was initially filled with harmonious, pink bubbles.

Wow! Huahua is so domestic! She even makes noodles for girls!

My brother is truly a perfect gentleman, both in public and in the kitchen! Ju Jingyi is so lucky!

The plating is so elegant, it's practically Michelin standard!