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Liu Yifei tightened her grip on the kitchen knife, one finger at a time.

The little bubble of warmth and tranquility I had just felt was completely crushed by this man.

Seeing that Liu Yifei had switched from a "gentle kitten" to a "knife-wielding female demon" in preparation, Fang Yu's survival instinct instantly kicked in.

"However—"

He immediately drew out the sound.

Liu Yifei loosened her grip on the kitchen knife slightly.

Fang Yu said seriously:

"We definitely can't open a restaurant. Working from dawn till dusk is too bad for our health and could easily affect our relationship."

Liu Yifei looked at him coldly.

"Who is your spouse?"

"It's bound to happen sooner or later, don't interrupt."

Fang Yu waved his hand, forcefully bringing the topic back on track.

"The restaurant may be closed, but the feeling you're describing can definitely be achieved in another way."

Liu Yifei's curiosity was indeed piqued.

"In what way?"

Fang Yu took half a step forward and lowered his voice.

They're being so secretive, like they're about to reveal some multi-billion dollar business secret.

"Let's turn running a restaurant into a variety show."

Liu Yifei was taken aback.

"Variety show?"

"right."

Fang Yu held up one finger.

"Let's find a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, and build a small courtyard."

"It doesn't need to be too big, just big enough for people to live in."

"We'll be the two of us, and each time we'll invite a few acquaintances and friends to come and stay for two days."

"No tasks, no rankings, and no eliminations."

At this point, Fang Yu changed the subject.

"But there is one condition: we must be self-reliant and self-sufficient."

Liu Yifei became even more interested.

How can we become self-sufficient?

"If you want to eat well, the production team certainly can't just provide ready-made ingredients."

Fang Yu picked up the spatula and stirred the meat in the pan.

"Either you go to the fields to pick vegetables yourself, or you use the fruits of your farm work to trade with the production team for meat, fish, and seasonings."

"Think about it."

Fang Yu got more and more excited as he spoke.

"Those big stars who usually act all high and mighty just walk in and immediately ask for a Manchu Han Imperial Feast."

"Okay, no problem."

"Give each person a pair of work gloves first."

"The men go to the fields to pick corn, and the women go to pull radishes."

"Want some braised pork? First, chop two bundles of firewood."

"Want some chicken stew with mushrooms? Then head into the mountains to pick mushrooms."

The image was already forming in Liu Yifei's mind.

Big stars who are usually glamorous on the red carpet and need three cameras to check their angles every few steps are now wearing rubber shoes and straw hats, struggling to pull radishes in the field.

Just thinking about it makes for a great TV show.

Fang Yu continued:

"Once they finish their farm work and it's mealtime, I'll start cooking, and you'll be in charge of entertaining the guests."

"After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they sat in the courtyard and chatted."

"As the sun sets, everyone goes back to their own rooms."

He clapped his hands.

"It satisfies your desire to be a boss lady without having to get up at four in the morning to rush to the market and fight with the elderly for vegetables."

"The most crucial thing is—"

Fang Yu lowered his voice even further.

"We can still watch those big shots look disheveled and be treated like long-term laborers by us with a clear conscience."

"In the end, the TV station still has to pay us."

"Wasn't this a complete fluke?"

Liu Yifei was stunned.

But his eyes gradually brightened.

You know what?

Hearing this, it does seem much more interesting than opening a restaurant.

No need to watch over the cooking fumes every day.

You can also find a place with a nice view to stay, grow some vegetables, play with your dog, and invite friends over for a chat.

Just as Liu Yifei was about to ask how to do it, Fang Yu had already lifted the lid of the pot.

A burst of hot air shot out.

He picked up a long-handled spatula and ladled the stewed meat and vegetables into an enamel basin larger than a washbasin.

"Don't think about it anymore!"

He picked up the enamel basin, a smug smile on his face.

"The first main course is done!"

"Look at all this oil and color, it smells intoxicating."

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him:

"Stop showing off here, hurry up and take it out."

"Teacher Chen and the others must have been waiting impatiently for a long time."

……

at the same time.

In the front yard, paved with bluestone slabs.

Several bigwigs from Beijing's elite circles, who had been chatting and drinking tea, were already getting restless.

The aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen came in waves.

Add to that the crackling sound of burning firewood, and it's like a hook, piercing straight into people's noses.

Zhou Zheng held his teacup, frequently craning his neck to peek through the curtain at the back of the kitchen.

The fine tea that I usually wouldn't brew more than once tasted just like plain water.

"Teacher Chen, I really can't drink this tea today."

Zhou Zheng swallowed hard and said with a wry smile:

"That Chef Fang inside is seriously trying to kill me!"

Chen Daoming was delighted to hear this.

He was just about to pick up his teacup and make a joke when the coarse cloth curtain leading to the kitchen was suddenly lifted.

"The big item has arrived!"

"Make way, everyone, don't get burned!"

Fang Yu strode out, carrying an enamel basin that was larger than a washbasin in both hands.

"Clang!"

The enamel basin landed steadily on the large wooden table in the center of the courtyard.

The heat rose high into the air.

The rich aroma of soy sauce, combined with the fragrance of meat, instantly overpowered the tea aroma that filled the courtyard.

Everyone's eyes immediately fell on the basin.

The glistening pork belly, the translucent and chewy glass noodles, and the hazel mushrooms soaked in broth are piled together in abundance.

Just one look at it is enough to make your mouth water.

"Authentic pork stew with glass noodles".

Fang Yu wiped his hands on his apron twice.

"Wild hazel mushrooms were added."

"Please, everyone, don't be shy, have some food to tide you over!"

"Once this stuff gets cold, the rice noodles will become mushy."

"There's something else simmering in the pot, I'll go stir-fry a few more main dishes!"

With that, he turned around and hurriedly went into the kitchen.

Liu Yifei carried a stack of large, rough porcelain bowls and set them out for everyone in a very efficient manner.

On her fair cheeks, a streak of black ash, not yet completely wiped away, still clung.

But the way she busied herself with everything was as practiced as if she were entertaining relatives in her own backyard.

Once the bowls and chopsticks were set out, she didn't stay to eat; instead, she turned around and jogged back to the kitchen to help.

Chen Daoming watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but smile.

This girl is really becoming more and more like a capable and virtuous wife.

Zhou Zheng, standing nearby, was in no mood to reflect on these things.

He didn't even bother with pleasantries, grabbing his chopsticks and reaching into the bowl.

One pick, one roll.

He popped a piece of pork belly, coated in broth and with a few glistening glass noodles, directly into his mouth.

The fatty meat melts in your mouth.

The lean meat is tender and soft, not dry or stringy.

The glass noodles absorbed the aroma of the meat and the umami flavor of the hazel mushrooms, making them chewy and flavorful.

Zhou Zheng took a couple of bites, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hmm!"

He hissed from the heat but couldn't bear to spit it out.

He forced himself to swallow the mouthful of food, and then immediately reached for his chopsticks again.

At this moment, the chief director, who held the power over S-level variety shows, had only three words in his mind.

I'm so ripped off!

When he was recording "Going Home for the New Year", he left two drones for Fang Yu and Liu Yifei, and then led the main crew back to Beijing.

The results of it?

Braised goose in an iron pot.

Crayfish tofu noodles.

Pork stew.

Fang Yu and his friends ate one meal after another.

Zhou Zheng could only sit in front of the monitor, staring at his lunchbox with his eyes practically green, but he couldn't get a single bite.

Today, he finally made up for this regret!

"Eat slowly, Lao Zhou."

Chen Daoming, holding his bowl, chuckled and cursed:

"Nobody's going to take it from you."