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

noon.

Beijing, Chaoyang District, Celebrity Apartment.

The hallway was quiet.

Fang Yu dragged his suitcase out of the elevator and skillfully pressed the keypad lock.

The moment the door was pushed open a crack, a strange aura rushed straight to my face.

Fang Yu stood at the door, his brows furrowing immediately.

Good heavens, have the mice in our house become spirits?

Are you secretly practicing alchemy here?

He pushed the door open and went in.

In the open kitchen, Liu Yifei wore a pink apron, a baseball cap upside down, and a long-handled soup ladle in her hand.

Hearing the noise, she poked half her body out of the kitchen.

The moment she saw Fang Yu, her beautiful eyes instantly curved into crescent moons.

"I'm back!"

Fang Yu closed the door behind him and pushed the suitcase into the corner.

He glanced at Liu Yifei, who was smiling sweetly, and then at the ginger peels scattered on the cutting board and a pile of unidentifiable herbal medicine bags.

An ominous premonition inexplicably rose in my heart.

"What's wrong with you...?"

"To make soup!"

Liu Yifei turned off the gas and carried a thermos to the dining table.

Boom!

The bottom of the bucket slammed onto the table, making quite a noise.

"Fang Daxing, is the seafood in Xiangshan delicious?"

Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

That tone is wrong, very wrong.

"generally."

He quickly pulled out a chair and sat down, his expression perfectly sincere.

"Nothing tastes as good as what you make."

"Yeah?"

Liu Yifei rested her chin on her hand and looked at him.

"But I heard from some people that you were drinking quite wildly with some older guys last night?"

"Going to the recording studio drunk and causing a scene in the middle of the night?"

She paused deliberately, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Are there many actresses in the cast?

"Have any pretty girls asked to add you on WeChat?"

"Absolutely not!"

Fang Yu straightened his back and sat up straight.

"Not even a female mosquito could fly within a three-meter radius of me on set!"

"Director He's group is full of rough men. I'm so sick of looking at Brother Zheng's face."

"Pfft—"

Liu Yifei finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

She pushed the thermos towards Fang Yu.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

She raised her smooth chin, her tone carrying a hint of smugness as she sought praise.

"Seeing how hard you work filming, I got up at seven in the morning to make you a special nourishing chicken soup."

"Drink it quickly."

Fang Yu stared at the insulated container, and alarm bells immediately went off in his mind.

7 a.m.?

The ethereal fairy sister, who seems untouched by worldly affairs, actually got up early to make soup for him?

This sentiment is truly priceless.

But the color of this soup...

He gritted his teeth and unscrewed the lid.

next second.

The burnt smell mixed with the smell of Chinese medicine was even more firmly absorbed.

The soup in the bucket had an eerie, murky, purplish-black color.

Half a piece of ginger, its skin still unpeeled, was floating on top.

"Fairy Sister".

Fang Yu took a deep breath.

"This recipe... which deity gave it to me?"

"I found it online!"

Liu Yifei spoke with righteous indignation.

"They say it's highly nutritious, specially made for people like you who stay up late and drink alcohol."

"I even followed the instructions exactly when adding the ingredients!"

Fang Yu looked at the half piece of ginger, then at the pot of purplish-black broth.

strict?

This recipe has its own ideas.

"Want to try some?"

Liu Yifei blinked her beautiful big eyes, her face full of anticipation.

Without saying a word, Fang Yu picked up the soup spoon.

Scoop up a full spoonful, with a "die-hard" attitude, tilt your head back and gulp it down!

It's extremely salty.

It tastes bitter.

The spiciness of ginger hits you right in the head.

The strange smell of medicine was followed by a cut to the back molar.

A variety of flavors battled fiercely on the tip of the tongue, like a chaotic dance of demons.

Fang Yu forced himself to swallow the "poisonous soup".

He had excellent control over the muscles in his face; he didn't even furrow his brow.

"How is it?"

Liu Yifei leaned closer, her eyes sparkling.

"Is it good?"

Fang Yu gave a thumbs-up with his other hand.

"top!"

His tone was as sincere as if he had just received a 100 million yuan endorsement fee.

"That's amazing!"

"Really?"

Liu Yifei's eyes lit up instantly.

"Then I'll cook it for you every day from now on!"

"Please don't—"

Fang Yu reacted instinctively, losing his composure in a second.

Liu Yifei was stunned.

Fang Yu's mind raced, and he grabbed her soft little hand in return.

"What I mean is, how can we always let you do such rough work as cooking?"

"These hands of yours are for winning Best Actress awards, signing contracts, and counting money!"

"From now on, all the hard work like cooking will be done by me."

Liu Yifei looked at him as he talked nonsense with a straight face.

A barely suppressed smile lingered in his eyes.

Of course she knew how awful the soup was; she had secretly taken a small sip just now and almost died on the spot.

She withdrew her hand and picked up the thermos.

"Alright, stop pretending."

"I couldn't even drink it myself, it's amazing you didn't throw up."

After saying that, she turned and went into the kitchen, pouring the pot of nourishing soup into the sink.

Fang Yu let out a long sigh of relief.

He grabbed the bottled water on the table and downed half of it to calm his nerves.

This almost cost me my life.

However, it was cooked by my girlfriend herself.

No matter how bad it tastes, its emotional value must be maximized.

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

After taking a shower, Fang Yu changed into a loose gray loungewear set and sat down at the coffee table in the living room with his laptop.

Liu Yifei also sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a cushion in her arms.

"Need to work?"

"Um."

Fang Yu opened the document and created a new blank page.

"Director He is urging me to give him the script."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei immediately perked up and came over.

"Is it the one you mentioned before... 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy'?"

"right."

Fang Yu rubbed his hands together and a smile played on his lips.

"It's time to get something bigger."

Ten fingers landed on the keyboard.

next second.

A series of rapid knocking sounds came from the living room.

Da da da da!

Fang Yu, who had transformed into a human typewriter, moved so fast that his fingers almost left afterimages.

The text on the screen scrolled down rapidly.

In his mind, the memories of Earth's entertainment library were fully retrieved.

A grand worldview.

Complex biographical sketches of individuals.

Interlocking plot points.

Every line of dialogue, every scene, is as clear as if I had just finished watching the whole movie.

He doesn't even need to think about it.

All you need to do is copy what's in your head into the document exactly.

Liu Yifei was initially sitting next to him scrolling through her phone.

Five minutes later.

She put her phone down.

Ten minutes later.

She leaned against the back of the sofa, her eyes glued to the screen.

Fang Yu didn't stop at all.

fishing village.

Fairy Island.

A ten-year promise.

A seemingly carefree teenager embarks on a path from which there is no turning back.

Less than an hour.

The opening of the first episode is finished.

The outline of the worldview was also finalized.

Fang Yu stretched his slightly sore wrists and turned to look at Liu Yifei.

Only then did I realize that the girl had become completely engrossed in watching it.

"What are you staring at like an idiot for?"

Fang Yu smiled, reached out his hand, and gently pulled.

Caught off guard, Liu Yifei cried out "Ouch!" and fell directly into his lap.

She didn't care about being shy and pointed at the character settings on the screen.

"Is Zhao Ling'er... the female lead?"

"right."

Fang Yu nodded.

Liu Yifei looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"Can...can I really act?"

Fang Yu pinched her cheek.

"This character was written based on your face."

"No one but you can play the role."

……

evening.

Given that the fairy sister's culinary skills still needed to be refined over several centuries, Fang Yu did not dare to let her enter the kitchen again.

The two were fully armed, with masks and hats, and sneaked out for a barbecue.

After eating and drinking their fill, they took a short walk before heading home to rest.

the next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and fell onto the floor.

Fang Yu was sleeping soundly.

The phone on the bedside table kept vibrating.

Buzz!

He closed his eyes, reached for his phone, and pressed answer.

"Feed..."

His voice was still hoarse from just waking up.

On the other end of the phone, Sister Wang spoke very quickly.

"Fang Yu! Wake up!"

"Wash up and change clothes immediately!"

"The car will pick you up downstairs in twenty minutes!"

Fang Yu rubbed his hair, becoming a little more awake.

"No... what project is it so early in the morning?"

"So rushed?"

Sister Wang took a deep breath, her voice filled with suppressed excitement.

"Come to the company first, don't ask so many questions."

"The CCTV staff have arrived and specifically requested to see you!"