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

Liu Yifei stopped moving instantly.

She quickly scrambled off Fang Yu, sat on the other side of the sofa, and tidied her messy hair and collar.

Before leaving, he even smoothed out the hem of Fang Yu's wrinkled T-shirt.

The whole set of actions flows smoothly.

By the time Fang Yu came to his senses, Liu Yifei had already sat up straight and switched back to being the elegant and composed national goddess.

It was as if the female demon who had just grabbed his waist and wanted to twist him into a pretzel had never existed.

Fang Yu almost burst out laughing when he saw her "nothing happened" expression.

He cleared his throat, pressed the answer button, and his tone became steady in an instant.

"Hello, Teacher Chen, do you have any instructions?"

On the other end of the phone, Chen Daoming's deep voice came through, tinged with a hint of amusement.

But what she said didn't hold back at all.

"Fang Yu, you're pretty good, kid."

"Your song 'Forbidden City' became a hit, and your performance at the 'Peak Concert' was phenomenal. Now the whole internet is praising you."

"What, now that you're famous, are you going to go back on your promise from back in the West Mountain courtyard?"

Fang Yu understood immediately.

They've come to collect a debt.

They were still asking for that promised Northeastern feast.

"No way, Teacher Chen."

Fang Yu quickly sat up straight, his tone as sincere as could be.

"I may forget others, but I can't forget your dinner party."

"I promised last time that I would treat you all to an authentic Northeastern Chinese feast."

"I've been thinking about this for the past few days, and I've even put the menu together."

Chen Daoming chuckled softly on the other end of the phone.

"At least you have some conscience."

"What about the venue?"

"Why don't you come here again? It's a quiet place, and no one will bother you."

Fang Yu refused without even thinking.

"That won't work."

Going to Chen Daoming's house to cook is called "being a home cook".

You can't ask yourself to treat.

Moreover, the significance of this meal goes far beyond simply eating a bite of Northeastern cuisine.

This was the first time Fang Yu had formally hosted these truly influential figures in Beijing's social circles as both a friend and a host since returning to Beijing from Mohe.

He has to take charge of organizing this event.

"I've invited you all to dinner; how could I possibly bother you by coming to your residence?"

Fang Yu laughed:

"Besides, this meal of mine was quite a spectacle."

"When the big pot is boiled and the firewood is lit, it will be full of smoke and flames."

"If your elegant and unique little courtyard gets blackened by smoke, I couldn't afford to compensate you even if I sold everything I own."

Chen Daoming on the other end of the phone was visibly taken aback.

"So, where are you planning to take us, kid?"

"We can't possibly fly to Mohe just for a bite to eat, can we?"

"That's impossible."

Fang Yu was amused.

"You are all big shots who earn hundreds of thousands every minute. I don't have that much influence to make you travel thousands of kilometers for a meal."

"I've already arranged the location."

"I guarantee you'll have a comfortable meal and a relaxed conversation."

Chen Daoming, having heard him put it this way, didn't press further.

Fang Yu may seem unserious most of the time, but when it comes to actually getting things done, he never fails to deliver.

Since he said he has made arrangements, then we just need to wait.

"become."

"Then I'll wait for your news."

Chen Daoming paused, then asked another question:

"How's Yifei doing lately? Say hello for me."

"I'm fine."

Fang Yu glanced at Liu Yifei, who was sitting upright beside him, and deliberately said:

"He's sitting next to me, eavesdropping."

Liu Yifei glared at him, then immediately moved closer to her phone, speaking softly and politely.

"Hello, Teacher Chen. Wishing you good health."

A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone from Chen Daoming.

"well."

"As long as you two are doing well, that's all that matters."

The phone hangs up.

The living room fell silent again.

Liu Yifei blinked, her face full of curiosity.

"Are you really going to invite Teacher Chen and the others out to dinner?"

"How could it be fake?"

Fang Yu tossed his phone onto the coffee table and slumped back onto the sofa like he had no bones.

Liu Yifei moved closer to him.

"Where should we eat?"

"From what you just said, you were talking about big pots and firewood..."

She looked Fang Yu up and down, her expression gradually becoming strange.

"You're not planning to build a stove right downstairs in your celebrity apartment building, are you?"

The words fell.

The image had already automatically appeared in her mind.

Fang Yu, wearing shorts and flip-flops, was carrying red bricks downstairs in the apartment complex Xingyao had rented for him.

A few bricks were stacked on the ground, and then a large, black iron pot was placed on top of them.

The pot was simmering with sauerkraut, glass noodles, and pork belly, and the steam rose up from downstairs.

The elderly residents of the surrounding neighborhoods, carrying teacups, gathered in layers to watch.

Chen Daoming, He Zheng, and Shen Weimin, bigwigs who are usually only seen at film festivals and on CCTV programs, were each holding a large bowl, squatting by the flower bed, showing off their wealth.

Thinking of this, Liu Yifei couldn't help herself.

"Pfft—"

She burst out laughing.

Fang Yu glanced at her sideways.

No need to ask.

Judging from her expression, you can tell she's not thinking anything good.

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing."

Liu Yifei suppressed a laugh and said in a serious tone:

"I was just thinking about the glorious image you projected when you treated us to dinner."

Stop talking nonsense.

Fang Yu looked at her lazily.

Liu Yifei reached out and poked his arm.

"You still haven't told me, where is it?"

Fang Yu stretched, slowly sat up, and beckoned to her with his finger.

"come over."

Liu Yifei subconsciously moved closer.

Fang Yu lowered his voice and whispered four words in her ear in a mysterious tone.

"This is confidential."

"..."

The expectation on Liu Yifei's face vanished instantly.

She stared at Fang Yu expressionlessly.

Fang Yu, however, looked completely at ease.

You'll find out then.

"Anyway, you'll still have a lot of work to do."

"Selecting vegetables, washing vegetables, starting the fire, passing plates..."

He counted on his fingers, arranging things for her one by one.

"You've mastered all of these in Mohe."

"Perform well and try to get promoted from temporary worker to full-time kitchen helper."

Liu Yifei slowly narrowed her eyes.

"Fang Yu".

"Um?"

Do you think I've been too good-tempered lately?

Seeing that the celestial being was about to perform a physical ritual to exorcise him, Fang Yu made a snap decision and jumped up from the sofa.

"Let me see what's left in the fridge!"

"I'll get you some late-night snacks!"

Before she could finish speaking, she had already darted into the kitchen.

He ran away with incredible decisiveness.

Liu Yifei watched his retreating figure, feeling both annoyed and amused.

She picked up a cushion from the sofa and lightly slammed it towards the kitchen.

Although he didn't ask any further questions, his curiosity was completely piqued.

What big move is this guy brewing up this time?