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The popularity of "Chinese Paladin" continues to dominate the trending topics list even after its official announcement.

The related topic easily garnered over a billion views, and the entire entertainment industry was in an uproar over it.

Meanwhile, Fang Yu, the person in question, was wearing an apron and stewing sauerkraut in the kitchen.

The pot was bubbling away.

The pickled cabbage simmered in the rich pork bone broth, while the oil from the pork bones floated on the surface of the soup, swirling in circles.

Fang Yu stirred it with a spoon, then leaned over and took a deep breath.

"Yes, that's about the same taste."

In another pot next to it, the sweet and sour pork had just come out of the pot.

The golden and crispy pork tenderloin is coated with a thin layer of sweet and sour sauce, the sweet and sour flavor mixed with the aroma of caramel, and the steam goes straight into your nose.

I've been away from Mohe for several months.

The capital city is great in every way: convenient transportation, abundant resources, and quick ways to make money.

It's this mouth of mine that sometimes longs for home.

I especially miss Comrade Zhao Guifang's big iron pot.

Fang Yu put the sauerkraut stewed pork bones into an insulated lunchbox, and then put the sweet and sour pork separately into a lunchbox with ventilation holes. He also put the sweet and sour sauce in a separate small box to pour when they arrived at their destination.

This ensures that the crispy outer shell of the sweet and sour pork remains in Liu Yifei's mouth.

Finally, he picked it up and weighed it in his hand.

It's very generous in portion size.

It's more than enough for two people.

Fang Yu glanced at his phone.

On the screen, the trending topics for "Chinese Paladin" were still refreshing rapidly.

He pursed his lips.

"Alright, you guys go on a killing spree online for now."

"Dude, I have to go deliver takeout to the fairy goddess."

……

After half an hour.

Fang Yu stood at the door of Liu Yifei's house.

This is a high-end residential community within the East Fourth Ring Road, with strict access control and elevators that go directly to the floors.

However, these are not problems for Fang Yu.

He had already been registered by Liu Yifei in the community's access control and smart lock system.

It's not that their relationship has progressed to the point of living together.

It's simply because Liu Yifei finds it troublesome.

In her own words:

"You're just a part-time delivery person, why do you expect me to come downstairs to pick it up myself?"

Fang Yu felt his self-esteem was severely hurt after hearing this.

But his hands were faster than his brain.

He obediently entered his face into the access control system.

So at that moment, as soon as he stood in front of the door, the security door lock opened immediately.

A beep sounded.

Fang Yu turned the doorknob, changed into slippers, and walked inside with his lunchbox, familiar with the way.

He was completely dumbfounded when he got to the living room.

The living room has changed.

To be precise, the original cool and minimalist living room is gone.

It was forcibly converted into a major crime unit operations room!

The TV wall was covered with A4 paper.

The densely packed handwritten notes, marked with different colored markers, are interwoven with arrows and connecting lines.

The top line of text is particularly eye-catching.

—Zhao Ling'er: Overview of Character Relationships

Extending from this name, we find Li Xiaoyao, Lin Yueru, Anu, Tang Yu Xiaobao, the Lord of the Moon Worship Cult...

Next to each name, the character's relationship and emotional changes are written.

There was also a row of highlighters on the coffee table, neatly arranged according to color.

The notebook cover next to it reads:

——Ling'er's Emotional Curve: Episode-by-Episode Analysis

Fang Yu stared at the wall for a long time.

Good guy.

Those who know are preparing to film a fantasy drama; those who don't might think they're going to apply for a doctoral program in acting at the Central Academy of Drama.

"You've arrived?"

Liu Yifei's voice came from the direction of the bedroom.

Fang Yu snapped out of his daze, immediately wiping the astonishment from his face and reverting to his familiar, smug expression.

Liu Yifei came out of the bedroom.

A loose, oversized gray-white sweatshirt was draped over her body, the hem swaying and just covering her thighs.

Her long hair was casually tied into a slightly messy bun, and she wore a pair of gold-rimmed, blue-light-blocking glasses on the bridge of her nose.

She was clutching a pink highlighter pen without a cap in her hand.

She no longer resembles the ethereal, otherworldly national goddess she appears to be on the red carpet.

He's a complete fanatic preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam.

Fang Yu raised his finger and pointed to the wall covered with papers.

"Professor Liu, are you preparing to film a movie or to conduct academic research?"

Liu Yifei glanced at the finger he was pointing at, her ears turning slightly red.

"I just did some research."

"homework?"

The line connecting Ling'er and Xiaoyao was traced back and forth three times with a red marker.

It also says next to it:

Episode 2: Loss of Memory (the "Forget-Me-Not" Gu)

Episode 7: Nuwa's Descendants Appear – Identity Crisis.

Episode 28: The Demon-Sealing Tower - Full emotional release.

Fang Yu turned to look at her.

"You've even added English annotations?"

"That's my note-taking habit."

Liu Yifei pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and explained in a serious tone.

"Some emotions are not easy to summarize in Chinese, but are more accurate in English."

Fang Yu nodded seriously.

"Alright."

"Full emotional release definitely sounds much more sophisticated than 'crying loudly'."

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him.

Stop being so sarcastic.

She dropped the highlighter, strode to the coffee table, and eagerly ripped open the insulated bag from Fang Yu's hand.

As soon as the zipper was opened, her eyes lit up instantly.

"Sweet and sour pork?"

"Absolutely."

Fang Yu squeezed out a space between the row of highlighters and placed the lunchbox there.

"And there's also pickled cabbage and pork bone stew."

Liu Yifei opened the insulated box.

The aroma of steam, mixed with the fragrance of pickled cabbage and pork bone soup, immediately wafted out.

The living room, which was just a moment ago as tense as a major crime squad's war room, has now transformed into a small canteen serving Northeastern stew.

Fang Yu poured the sweet and sour sauce over the sweet and sour pork and handed over a pair of chopsticks.

Does it smell good?

Liu Yifei picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and smelled it first.

"It doesn't smell as good as what my aunt makes."

Fang Yu's lips twitched.

"...Fine, you're just being picky."

"Next time I'll have my mom ship it to you by SF Express in Mohe, cash on delivery only, you heartless bastard."

Liu Yifei couldn't be bothered to respond to him at all.

She sat cross-legged on the wool carpet, picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of golden-brown pork tenderloin coated in sweet and sour sauce, and quickly put it in her mouth.

Take a bite!

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, bursting with juicy goodness.

The sweet and sour flavor spreads in your mouth.

Liu Yifei squinted her eyes, her cheeks puffed out.

It looks exactly like an exquisite little hamster that has been stockpiling food for the winter.

Fang Yu stared at her for two seconds, almost reaching out to pinch her.

But reason intervened in time to stop the car.

If you act now, you'll most likely be physically punished by chopsticks in the next second.

So he decisively gave up and changed his question to:

"How is it?"

As Liu Yifei chewed, she extended her left hand and made an elegant gesture.

"Barely passable, seventy points."

"Only 70 points?"

Fang Yu was immediately displeased.

"Speak honestly, where did those thirty points go?"

Liu Yifei picked up another piece of sweet and sour pork and casually dragged the lunchbox closer to her.

"The judges' scores do not need to be explained to the contestants."

She paused, then added with a touch of arrogance:

The final interpretation right belongs to this examiner.

Fang Yu was completely speechless.

The system-given culinary proficiency skill allows one to prepare a grand banquet for ten thousand people, but it can't satisfy the discerning palate of Tianxian, who has been spoiled by Comrade Zhao Guifang's feeding.

This is not a technical issue.

This is pure bloodline suppression.