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That's what they say.

But nobody at the table listened to him at all.

He Zheng picked up a hazel mushroom soaked in broth, put it in his mouth and chewed it a couple of times, then raised his eyebrows.

"Whoa!"

"These mushrooms are amazing!"

"I used to order quite a few so-called wild mushrooms at those big restaurants in Beijing."

As he spoke, he reached out with his chopsticks and picked up another flower.

"Compared to this, it's all just chewing wax!"

Shen Weimin is very health-conscious and always eats food with little oil and salt.

But today was an exception.

He precisely picked up the largest piece of pork belly from the bowl, took a big bite with skin and meat, and ate until his mouth was covered in oil.

Zhou Yuanshan found it hilarious.

"Old Shen, your high cholesterol..."

"We won't discuss metrics today."

Shen Weimin waved his hand and picked up another large mouthful of vermicelli.

Zhou Yuanshan gave a verbal reminder, but his chopsticks were never idle.

While Shen Weimin was speaking, he had already scooped a piece of pork belly with cartilage from the bottom of the basin.

Qi Wenhai was even more decisive.

Not a single word wasted.

He lowered his head, picked up some food, and ate.

What about the style of calligraphy and painting, what about cultural masters?

Let's finish eating first.

Looking at his group of old friends, Chen Daoming felt incredibly comfortable.

When these people attend formal dinners, they all put on airs, taking a bite and then putting down their chopsticks for ages.

Today, faced with a pot of pork stew with vermicelli, I completely forgot about etiquette and self-control.

"How is it?"

Chen Daoming picked up his wine glass, took a slow sip, and his face was full of the smugness of someone who had been through it all.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"With Xiao Fang's skills, which restaurant in Beijing can compare?"

"It can't compare."

With meat in his mouth, He Zheng mumbled indistinctly:

"It's simply incomparable!"

Just as everyone was talking...

The flames in the kitchen never went out, and the clanging sounds of the wok and the large iron pot clashing together filled the air.

Fang Yu went all out, his movements incredibly nimble.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and sour pork; glistening stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers; crispy on the outside and tender on the inside deep-fried frog; tender and fall-off-the-bone pork ribs stewed with green beans...

One after another, hearty dishes with distinctive Northeastern characteristics were cooked out of the pot by Fang Yu in a continuous stream.

Liu Yifei moved with small, quick steps, carrying plates of steaming dishes, shuttling between the kitchen and the front yard.

Not long after.

The once empty, large wooden table was now filled with all sorts of large bowls and plates, and the rich aroma practically overwhelmed the entire courtyard.

Only when the last dish of braised pork slices was served did Fang Yu take off his oil-stained apron, wipe his sweat, and come out.

Now all the dishes have been served.

Fang Yu didn't stand on ceremony with the others.

He pulled over a long bench and sat down at the end of the table.

Liu Yifei sat down next to him.

She first picked out a piece of lean meat from the basin and put it into Fang Yu's bowl before picking up a vermicelli noodle for herself and eating it in small bites.

"Eating only meat isn't satisfying; you need to have this with it."

Fang Yu turned around and picked up two bottles of unlabeled liquor from the small table behind him.

"My dad brews his own pure grain liquor."

"It goes in smoothly, but it has a strong kick afterward."

"Everyone, take it easy. I'm not responsible for carrying you back if you drink too much."

Despite saying that, he had already gotten up and poured wine for everyone.

These bigwigs, who are used to drinking fine wines, showed no disdain for the unlabeled and unpackaged bulk liquor today.

"Come!"

He Zheng picked up the rough porcelain bowl and spoke in a loud voice.

Let's have a drink!

"Just touch it!"

Several large bowls collided together.

A few drops of clear wine spilled and landed on the bluestone slab.

He downed a mouthful of strong liquor.

The alcohol burned down his throat and into his stomach, completely igniting the atmosphere at the table.

What famous director?

What kind of investor?

What art academy bigwig?

Now they've all become old men gathered under the big tree at the village entrance, drinking from large bowls and eating large chunks of meat.

A dinner party in Beijing's elite circles turned into a gathering of heroes from Liangshan.

It's just a matter of someone slamming their fist on the table and shouting "Acting on behalf of Heaven!"

Liu Yifei, holding a smaller bowl, sat down next to Fang Yu.

She watched as these people, who were usually so dignified on television, were now blushing and scrambling for a table full of hearty Northeastern dishes, and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

Then he turned to look at Fang Yu.

The man was holding a wine bowl and playing a drinking game with He Zheng.

He was so relaxed that he didn't seem like a 24-year-old newcomer; he seemed more like the senior figure at the table who knew how to organize a gathering.

After several rounds of drinks...

Several bowls and basins were already empty.

Zhou Zheng scraped the last bit of soup in the large iron basin clean by dipping a steamed bun in it.

After he finished eating, he stared at the empty bowl for a couple of seconds.

There was a hint of lingering satisfaction in his eyes.

He Zheng let out a burp, put down his large bowl, and reached out to touch his stomach.

His face already showed signs of alcohol.

But those eyes grew brighter and brighter.

next second.

He Zheng turned his head and stared straight at Fang Yu.

"Xiao Fang."

He bent his fingers and tapped them heavily twice on the wooden table.

Boom!

Boom!

The laughter and chatter at the table gradually subsided.

Chen Daoming and Shen Weimin exchanged a glance.

Both of them understood.

The important matter of the day has finally arrived.

"I've had my fill of alcohol."

"I really enjoyed the meat too."

He Zheng leaned forward and stared at Fang Yu as he said:

"Back in the Xishan courtyard, you casually wrote half of 'A Laughter in the Vast Sea'."

"Those few words alone were enough to whet my appetite until today!"

As he said this, he raised his hand and slapped his thigh.

Snapped!

His voice also rose in volume.

"My new martial arts film is almost finished!"

"All we're missing now is a theme song that can truly command attention!"

"Give me the truth today."

He Zheng stared intently at Fang Yu and asked, word by word:

"The second half of that song—"

"Have you managed to squeeze it out yet, kid?"

His tone was urgent.

He Zheng was really getting impatient.

Ever since I read that half of the lyrics.

He went back and listened to other martial arts soundtracks, but none of them sounded right.

It's either petty or stingy.

Or pretend to be profound.

There are also a few songs that are clearly about the carefree life of a wandering swordsman, but when paired with music, they sound like talented scholars and beautiful ladies strolling in a garden and admiring flowers.

It's all decadent music!

Qi Wenhai and Zhou Yuanshan also put down their chopsticks.

All eyes were fixed on Fang Yu.

Liu Yifei wasn't sure either.

She knew the song "A Laugh in the Vast Sea".

Fang Yu was busy with "The Forbidden City" and then went to "The Peak Concert" during this period, so he hardly had any free time.

He never mentioned to her whether the song was ever finished.

Under the table.

Liu Yifei gently tugged at Fang Yu's sleeve.

Fang Yu looked down at her hand, then looked up to meet the gazes of everyone at the table.

The entire courtyard fell silent.