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Yu Le felt that if he didn't go home to visit, the Yu family line might be cut off by that legendary dish of Nine-Turned Intestines.

With a heart ready to die, he pushed open the gate of Shengshi Huating.

There was no roar of a range hood, not even at the level of an air raid siren.

There are no pungent biochemical gases.

The air was filled with the normal aroma of scallion oil, the kind of aroma that belongs to human food.

Dongdong leaned against the sofa cushion, looking noticeably thinner.

Holding half a steamed bun in her hands, she was carefully nibbling on it.

"Where's your sister?" Yu Le changed her shoes and walked over.

He swallowed the steamed bun with a thud and pointed towards the kitchen.

"Dad, my sister... she seems to have suddenly unlocked her full potential and evolved."

The glass door was pushed open.

Liu Qianqian came out carrying a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.

She was only wearing an ordinary checkered apron.

The ribs were a bright red color, and the caramel coloring was evenly distributed.

"Dad! You've finally decided to come back!" Liu Qianqian placed the plate on the table and handed over a pair of chopsticks. "Come on, accept this chef's final test."

Yu Le took the chopsticks.

Pick up a piece of spare rib.

I stared at it for three seconds.

There were no hidden popping candies.

There is no deadly matcha powder.

Put it in your mouth.

The meat is tender and has a perfect balance of sweet and sour flavors.

It's actually edible?!

"No poison was added?" Yu Le put down his chopsticks.

"That's what you call 'a scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days' absence!'" Liu Qianqian said, hands on her hips. "I watched eighty instructional videos and filled half a notebook with notes!"

Yu Le went to the kitchen.

There are shredded potatoes on the cutting board.

The thickness is uniform.

He picked up the kitchen knife.

"The pork ribs were stir-fried well. But the shredded potatoes were a bit undercooked."

Fire.

Pour in the oil.

Sauté scallions and garlic until fragrant.

Add the shredded potatoes to the pot.

The stir-frying motion was swift and efficient.

"Watch closely, the vinegar should be poured along the edge of the pot. This is called 'pot-edge vinegar,' which brings out the aroma."

Remove from heat and plate.

The whole process took less than two minutes.

Liu Qianqian picked up her chopsticks and took a bite.

"Hey! Why is your shredded potato so much crispier than mine?!"

"Go ahead and learn it." Yu Le turned off the range hood.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar landline number.

Its place of origin is the capital city.

connected.

"Hello, is this Mr. Yu Le, the CEO?" a capable female voice came from inside.

It carried a somewhat formulaic enthusiasm.

"Who is it?" Yu Le leaned against the kitchen counter.

"I am Ha Wen, the chief director of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala."

Yu Le leaned against the kitchen counter and tapped her fingers twice on the side of the thermos.

Ha Wen.

Memories of my past life surged through my mind.

Turn the Spring Festival Gala into a large-scale didactic event.

The audience will never see that skinny old man in the hat again, and will never hear him say, "I missed you all so much."

The culprit who single-handedly reduced the laughter on New Year's Eve by more than half.

"Director Ha," Yu Le said calmly. "What instructions do you have for me?"

"Mr. Yu, you're too kind. We'd like to invite Ms. Liu Qianqian to participate in this year's Spring Festival Gala. I wonder if her schedule is convenient?" Ha Wen's words were polite, but carried an undisguised assertiveness.

"Convenient." Yu Le took a sip of goji berry water. "I'll take her to the station in a few days."

"That's wonderful. We look forward to Mr. Yu's arrival."

The phone hangs up.

The glass door to the kitchen was pushed open.

Liu Qianqian came over carrying a plate of freshly cooked food.

Who is it?

"The director of the Spring Festival Gala wants you to sing."

Liu Qianqian placed the plate on the dining table, picked up her chopsticks, and took out a piece of potato.

The sugar strands were stretched to half a meter long.

Crystal clear.

"Sure, let's go. What do you want to sing?"

She didn't care at all.

"We'll talk about it when we get there." Yu Le looked at the plate of candied potatoes. "These potatoes are good enough to be used as building materials."

Dongdong peeked out from the study.

"Sis, are you going to be on the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Yeah, right." Liu Qianqian raised her chin. "Your sister is a regular on the Spring Festival Gala."

"Could you perform a scene on stage where you eat a whole dragon fruit and stir-fried shrimp?" Dongdong asked earnestly. "The whole nation would love to see that contrast."

Liu Qianqian raised the spatula in her hand.

Dongdong pulled his head back.

The door slammed shut.

.......

three days later.

Beijing, CCTV building.

Backstage at Studio One.

The crowd was full of people.

Dancers in brightly colored costumes moved through the corridor.

Yu Le walked ahead.

He was holding his ever-present thermos.

Liu Qianqian followed behind.

Wearing a black face mask.

Staff members along the way stopped to greet Yu Le when they saw him.

"Mr. Yu."

"Hello, Mr. Yu."

Saltyfish Entertainment is now a behemoth in the entertainment industry.

No one dared to be negligent.

Yu Le nodded perfunctorily in response.

My gaze swept over the lounge signs on both sides of the corridor.

He's looking for someone.

The third lounge ahead.

The door was half-open.

A heated argument broke out.

"Director Ha! This joke can't be cut any more! If it's cut any more, it'll become bland!"

A roar, delivered in a thick Northeastern accent, pierced through the door.

Yu Le reached out and pushed open the half-closed door.

In the lounge.

A thin old man with gray hair and wearing an old baseball cap was slamming his hand on the table.

The script on the table was slammed down with a deafening thud.

Zhao Benshan.

opposite.

A woman with neat short hair sat on the sofa.

Embrace with both arms.

Keep your back straight.

Ha Wen.

Even her posture exuded the imposing aura of a headmaster.

"Teacher Zhao," Ha Wen said in a flat voice, "The Spring Festival Gala is a national stage. The standards must be high. These lines in the script for 'The First Snow' are too vulgar. They must be revised. That's the bottom line."

She picked up a red pen and circled something on the script.

"For example, the phrase 'having an affair' should absolutely not appear on the Spring Festival Gala stage. It should be changed to 'lacking professionalism'."

"And this 'widow' is discriminatory. Change it to 'single woman living alone'."

Zhao Benshan was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together.

"Director Ha! It's New Year's Eve! People all over the country have worked hard all year, just wanting to relax and have some fun while eating sunflower seeds. If you cut all the jokes, is this still a skit? It's just a poetry recitation!"

"You're asking two elderly farmers from Northeast China to sit on a heated brick bed and discuss 'the lack of professionalism among single women living alone'? Is that even remotely relevant?"

Ha Wen remained unmoved.

"We need to spread positive energy and make learning fun. We can't just be funny for the sake of being funny. We need to guide and elevate the public's aesthetic sense."

Zhao Benshan picked up the script on the table and pointed to the dense red circles on it.

"You call this 'edutainment'? You're just forcing the entire nation to sit on their sofas and give them a moral education lesson!"

Yu Le knocked on the door.

"Knock knock".

A muffled thud interrupted the argument inside the room.

The two turned their heads.

Ha Wen stood up and straightened the hem of his suit jacket.

"Mr. Yu, you've arrived."