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

This is the kind of scene that Liu Yifei fears most in her life.

During holidays and festivals, you'll be surrounded by all your aunts and uncles.

It's like a group of biology teachers dissecting frogs, insisting on peeling back your skin to see what the skeleton looks like inside.

She felt a tingling sensation on her scalp, and her legs moved backward uncontrollably.

We can't afford to mess with them, we absolutely can't afford to mess with them.

run!

That was the only thought that flashed through her mind.

Just as she was about to apply some ointment to her feet, she suddenly felt a force on her wrist.

Fang Yu pulled her back.

"We're already here, why run away!"

"It's the Lunar New Year, how can one pass by their home and not go in?"

Liu Yifei desperately tried to fall backward, her feet slipping on the snow, and she growled in a low voice.

"Fang Yu, you big liar! Let go of me! I'm not going!"

late.

The cotton curtain in front had already been ripped open by Fang Daqiang.

A wave of sweltering heat, mixed with the smells of orange peels, sunflower seed shells, and tobacco, instantly hit me.

The two people struggling outside the door were directly exposed to the spotlights inside the room.

The previously boisterous noise inside the room abruptly ceased the moment the two people outside the door were seen.

The huge room was crammed with about a dozen people.

Several elderly men and women sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), cracking sunflower seeds.

Three or four young people, their faces blank and lifeless, huddled in the corner.

At that moment, more than a dozen pairs of eyes swept past Fang Daqiang and his wife, fixing their gazes on Liu Yifei, whose wrist was being held by Fang Yu.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The elders' eyes were initially confused, then suddenly widened.

Finally, they all lit up at once!

That light was even more dazzling than the firecrackers that went off on New Year's Eve.

Big star!

Live!

Actually, the fact that the famous actress Liu Yifei spent the Chinese New Year in Kaoshantun is true.

The whole village had already gone crazy over it.

However, due to the unique sense of propriety and consideration for face among Northeasterners, coupled with the fact that everyone is extremely busy during the Spring Festival, they are reluctant to leave their homes.

These past few days, the elders have refrained from going to Fang Yu's house to watch.

Now, a living, breathing national goddess has delivered herself right to our doorstep!

At this moment, the gossip radars of the elders in the Fang family collectively overloaded.

Several middle-aged women even forgot to spit out the sunflower seed shells in their hands, and their bodies involuntarily leaned forward.

He clearly had hundreds of sharp questions ready in his throat, questions that rivaled those of top paparazzi.

Liu Yifei's whole body stiffened.

She could clearly feel the elders' gazes sweeping over her like an X-ray machine.

She could barely breathe; her mind was racing.

Try to come up with a set of polite New Year's greetings that are appropriate and won't be taken advantage of by the other party.

However, this fervent attention directed at Liu Yifei lasted for less than three seconds.

Because the elders' gazes inevitably swept over Fang Yu, who was standing next to them.

Just one glance.

The elders' gazes all changed.

The uncle hurriedly avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes at all.

My second uncle subconsciously shrank half a body into the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), instantly straightening his posture.

This little devil is here!

From childhood to adulthood, whenever Fang Yu showed up, the Fang family's relatives' gatherings would inevitably turn into a bloody storm.

This guy is full of bad intentions; anyone who messes with him will be in big trouble!

Meanwhile, the group of younger people huddled in the corner were enduring inhumane torture.

When they followed the elders' gaze and saw Fang Yu walking through the door.

His previously lifeless eyes suddenly burst forth with a fanatical light, as if he had seen a savior!

Fang Yuan, Fang Yu's cousin, even secretly clasped his hands together and bowed three times in Fang Yu's direction under the cover of the table!

Here it comes!

Our village's war god is back!

Fang Yu didn't give anyone a chance to react or speak.

Grabbing Liu Yifei's wrist, he dragged her to the very center of the heated kang, to the warmest spot with the best view.

I pressed her shoulders to help her sit up straight.

Then he casually plopped down next to her.

Fang Yu shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice booming, into the room.

Happy New Year to all the elders!

Let me formally introduce it to everyone.

"This is one of my women..."

Speaking of which...

Fang Yu deliberately dragged out the tone, pausing for a full two seconds.

The air in the whole room seemed to freeze.

Liu Yifei felt her heart leap into her throat.

The aunties from the Fang family were so excited that their faces turned red, and they were ready to slap their thighs and scream at any moment.

"...My sexual friend, a big star, Liu Yifei."

"I'm sure you've all seen it on TV quite a bit, haven't you?"

call--

A series of synchronized exhalations came from inside the room.

Some were disappointed, while others were relieved.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

[Fang Yu! Can't you speak without pausing for breath?!]

He definitely meant to talk about his girlfriend, right? Absolutely!

[That pause, that phrasing—it's masterful manipulation! That old rascal is a genius at playing with people's minds!]

[The fairy sister's expression is absolutely terrified, hahaha.]

Fang Yu ignored the reactions of those around him.

He reached into the plastic fruit plate in the middle of the kang table, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and gave half to Liu Yifei.

Immediately afterwards, he cracked open a sunflower seed himself, making a crisp "crack" sound.

My uncle coughed twice, then mustered his courage and prepared to start.

"Xiaoyu, you brought this big star friend back..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Yu spat out a mouthful of sunflower seed shells into his palm, shouted loudly, and interrupted the spellcasting.

"Uncle! It's been so long!"

"We need to have a good talk today, you and I!"

If Heaven had not given birth to my great feather, the Dao would have remained shrouded in eternal darkness.

The Fang family's "individual-level weapon of mass destruction" has officially entered a fully charged state.

The best defense is offense—this is a hard-earned truth that Fang Yu learned from years of drinking in Northeast China.

Why is it scary to be questioned by elders?

Because they controlled the conversation.

As long as you follow their pace and answer one question, ten more questions will follow.

To break this deadlock, we must be fiercer, more ruthless, and more unreasonable than them!

The uncle was stunned for half a second by Fang Yu's loud shout.

In that half-second opening, Fang Yu charged straight at him, unleashing his full power!

"Uncle! How's your pig farm doing this year?"

"How many did you sell? What's the profit? Have you saved enough money?"

"Is that enough for my brother to buy a large three-bedroom apartment in the city outright, plus a car worth 300,000 yuan?"

"And has my brother finalized his relationship yet? Has the dowry been prepared?"

"I'm not trying to be mean, but my brother's almost thirty. Nobody's going to marry their daughter off to us if we don't have a house we paid for outright."

"As the father, you need to take this seriously. You should be able to save at least three to five hundred thousand a year!"

These three deadly questions are both venomous and accurate.

It directly hit the Achilles' heel of Chinese parents.

"These days, pork prices are dropping..."

Fang Daguo waved his hand awkwardly and slid down a very common step.

"I'm over sixty years old, my old bones can't do anything anymore."

"From now on, it's up to the young people."

In the past, such arguments would have left younger generations speechless.

But today, he encountered a socially adept thug.

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow.

He spat out the half-eaten pumpkin seed shell from his mouth with a "pui" sound.

"Uncle! What you're saying is seriously wrong!"