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

Liu Yifei helped Zhao Guifang put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen without saying a word throughout the process.

Seeing her dejected look, Zhao Guifang knew exactly what was going on, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

As she rinsed the bowl with hot water, she deliberately made a louder noise so that the brat pretending to be dead in the inner room could hear her.

"Hey, Yifei, don't take it to heart."

"Our Fang Yu has always been like this since he was a child. He's a bit slow on the uptake and doesn't think before he speaks."

Liu Yifei forced a smile, but there was a hint of bitterness in it.

"Auntie, I'm fine."

How could she not care?

Last night, they even splashed such a romantic heart shape under the starry sky.

That scene made her sleep very soundly all night, and even her dreams were filled with sparkling ice crystals.

She even got up early this morning and spent more than half an hour putting on her makeup in front of the mirror.

She thought today would be a special day.

result……

"What cultural invasion? What 'IQ tax'?"

Zhao Guifang put the washed dishes into the cupboard with a crisp sound.

"I think he's just stingy! He just doesn't want to spend money!"

"You just wait, I'll give him a good beating with a feather duster later!"

"Auntie, really, there's no need. I'm really not angry."

Liu Yifei quickly tried to persuade her.

She knew her aunt meant well, but she didn't want Fang Yu to get beaten up over such a small matter.

Although... she also felt that Fang Yu was quite deserving of a beating.

The two were talking in the kitchen when they heard the door to the inner room open.

Fang Yu yawned as he walked out of the house, stretched, and looked like he had just woken up.

"Mom, I'm going out for a bit."

He mumbled something indistinctly.

"Where are you going?"

Zhao Guifang asked irritably.

"Something came up."

Fang Yu didn't explain much. He put on the heavy military overcoat, hat, and gloves, then pushed open the door and went out.

Soon, his figure disappeared into the courtyard.

As Liu Yifei looked at the closed door, the last glimmer of light in her heart went out.

Is he... so embarrassed to even stay at home that he's making excuses to sneak out?

A deep sense of grievance welled up in her heart, and her eyes unconsciously reddened.

The viewers in the live stream felt incredibly sorry for Liu Yifei, who was on the verge of tears.

The outcry against Fang Yu in the live chat had reached its peak.

[Fang Yu, you're inhuman! You made the celestial being cry! I'll fight you to the death!]

He ran away? He just ran away like that? Any man with a modicum of responsibility wouldn't do that, would he?

I'm so disappointed in him. I initially thought he was just a straight man, but I never expected him to have such low emotional intelligence and be so irresponsible!

[I'm unfollowing him! I've never seen such an infuriating male celebrity in my life!]

……

However, none of them knew.

Fang Yu did not actually go to catch up on sleep, nor did he flee in panic.

He was hiding in the room, but he didn't actually sleep for a single second.

He lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), straining his ears, and heard every word of his mother's conversation with Liu Yifei in the kitchen.

Hearing Liu Yifei's tearful "I'm fine," Fang Yu felt a sharp, subtle pang in his heart.

Something feels... off.

To be honest, his statement this morning that "Chinese people don't celebrate Western holidays" was indeed his true feeling.

He's a rough, unrefined man who grew up in a village. The only Valentine's Day gift he's ever received is a "Valentine's Day Limited Skin (Trial Card)" from a game.

He felt awkward and embarrassed to ask Fang Yu to go through the usual routines of sending flowers, chocolates, and having candlelight dinners.

However, this doesn't mean he's completely oblivious to Liu Yifei's disappointment and anticipation.

Fang Yu just felt that if he really wanted to express something, he had to do it in his own way.

That kind of trendy romance copied from the internet is boring.

If you're going to play, play something no one else has played before, something unique.

With this in mind, an idea about small objects gradually took shape in his mind.

Fang Yu's heart stirred, and he secretly issued a command to the system.

"System, exchange for [Intermediate Mechanical Engineering Skill]."

[Ding! 100,000 popularity points consumed to successfully exchange for [Intermediate Mechanical Engineering Skill]!]

A massive flow of information instantly flooded into Fang Yu's mind.

The knowledge of various mechanical principles, blueprint construction, and parts assembly was clearly imprinted in his memory.

……

Braving the wind and snow, Fang Yu trudged through the snow to a small storage shed not far from his home.

This warehouse is quite old and is filled with all sorts of odds and ends.

There were discarded old farm tools, some broken machines his father used to play with when he was young, and various toys that he had broken when he was a child.

This place used to be his "secret base".

Fang Yu pushed open the dusty wooden door, and a musty smell wafted out.

He skillfully rummaged through the pile of junk.

"Hmm...this motor still works."

Fang Yu removed a motor from a dilapidated four-wheel drive vehicle.

"This can is nice."

He picked up a beer can that had been sitting there for who knows how long.

"Bicycle spokes...I've got it."

He pulled out a fairly straight steel wire from a pile of rusty parts.

The viewers in the live stream were completely dumbfounded as they watched Fang Yu rummaging through a pile of junk.

What is he trying to do? Is he sorting the garbage?

【Why do I have a feeling he's about to start collecting scraps? Dude, is it really that bad? We can crowdfund if we don't have money for a gift!】

"Holy crap, look at the way he's doing that, is he going to hand-craft a Transformer?"

Judging from his posture, it's not impossible!

Wang Jie, the agent, who was far away in the back, watched Fang Yu squatting in a pile of garbage and fiddling with a bunch of scrap metal on the screen, and the veins on her forehead throbbed.

"On this perfectly good Valentine's Day, why isn't he spending time with his goddess? What's the meaning of him running off to the storage room to refine gold?"

The assistant was also completely bewildered:

"Sister Wang, I don't know either... But the popularity of the live stream seems to have... rebounded."

That's right, the comments section was full of mockery and confusion.

But Fang Yu's mysterious actions only piqued everyone's curiosity.

Everyone wanted to see what kind of amazing things this unconventional man could do this time.