I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

She didn't even dare to look Xiao Chen in the eye, and could only murmur while twisting her fingers.

Why haven't we seen each other for over a year?

Xiao Chen is getting more and more handsome.

Xiao Chen smiled and steadily put down the bag in his hand.

He didn't launch into a long speech; he simply pointed to the lounge chairs in the yard.

"What, you don't recognize your brother anymore after so long?"

Dilraba blushed and called out "Brother Xiao Chen".

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Old Wang immediately clapped his hands and announced the strict rules of "trading broken ships for ingredients" once again.

The air fell silent instantly.

Leslie Cheung took off his sunglasses and squinted as he examined the rusty iron boat riddled with holes.

He tapped the red-hot metal with his finger and burst out laughing in exasperation.

"Old Wang, are you kidding us?"

"If this thing goes to sea, we can just go and film the sequel to Titanic."

Anita Mui even raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips.

She pointed to the few tattered fishing nets, her voice rising eight octaves.

"This is what you call a boat? It's just a pile of scrap metal! You expect us to use this to go fishing?"

Dilraba timidly raised her hand beside her.

"Director, can this boat... really float?"

Old Wang grinned smugly, revealing a set of bright white teeth. He chuckled mischievously and shook his head frantically.

"No, of course not."

"So, teachers, your task today is to go to the beach and collect crabs and seashells."

"You need to accumulate enough initial exchange funds before you can exchange them for a good ship with me."

Old Wang fixed his gaze on Xiao Chen, his eyes gleaming with a thirst for revenge.

In the previous season, Xiao Chen single-handedly manipulated the show's rules.

Old Wang was so badly hurt that he almost had a heart attack.

This season, he is determined to outwit and outmaneuver this all-powerful monster to the very end.

"Old Wang, you son of a bitch!"

Leslie Cheung couldn't help but swear. This usually refined superstar completely lost his composure at that moment.

Anita Mui also rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Damn it, Lao Wang, you can't be like the TV crew."

Dilraba, hiding behind, also muttered something under her breath.

"Damn it..."

Everyone was plunged into gloom and despair.

With dinner still undecided and the sun blazing down, nobody wanted to actually go into the mudflats to dig for crabs.

Xiao Chen stood beside the tin boat, his slender fingers tracing the rust.

He had already mentally reviewed the tidal patterns and the distribution of resources on this beach.

When filming "The New Legend of Shaolin" and "Shaolin Popeye," he survived in various harsh environments with the crew.

This little commotion is no problem for him at all.

He was about to speak.

Old Wang jumped up suddenly, as if guarding against a thief. He pointed at Xiao Chen and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Stop! Xiao Chen, shut up!"

"Let me make this clear first! You're absolutely forbidden from going to the village entrance to teach the old ladies how to do square dancing this season!"

Old Wang looked utterly ravaged and waved his hands repeatedly.

It seems he was indeed traumatized by Xiao Chen's various outrageous actions last season.

Xiao Chen swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He shrugged innocently and spread his hands.

"Director Wang, what are you saying?"

Am I that kind of person?

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui exchanged a glance and burst out laughing at the same time.

With Xiao Chen around, this show is guaranteed to keep everyone from starving.

Even with Lao Wang's relentless pursuit, they remained confident in their all-around younger brother.

After all, his mind is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Xiao Chen turned around and waved to Dilraba.

"Grab the buckets, let's go."

Reba was taken aback, then hurriedly ran to the tool shed to get a wooden bucket.

The waves crashed against the rocks in layers.

The four people, wearing flip-flops, trudged on the warm sand, some feet sinking into the sand.

Xiao Chen walked at the very front.

He squinted slightly, observing the movements within the crevices of the reef.

Zhang Guorong was a little out of breath. He looked at Xiao Chen's calm and composed appearance and muttered to himself.

Just how many more secrets does this kid have up his sleeve?

"Ah Chen, is it really possible to find a big crab?"

Mei Yanfang lifted her skirt and looked at the bare stones with some suspicion.

Xiao Chen didn't speak. He suddenly squatted down and reached his right hand into a very deep crevice in the reef.

His movements were extremely fast.

With a soft splash, he gripped the shell of a palm-sized crab with a large, green claw.

They just pulled it out.

"Wow!"

Dilraba couldn't help but gasp. Her eyes widened, her face filled with admiration.

Xiao Chen casually tossed the crab into Reba's wooden bucket.

The crisp sound of the impact was like a resounding slap, directly hitting the face of the performers who were peeking through binoculars in the distance.

"Brother, sister, follow my footsteps."

"Don't step on the weeds, they're easy to slip and fall."

Xiao Chen's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the sea breeze.

He works with extreme efficiency, never dragging his feet. Every movement is so precise it's as if it's been meticulously calculated.

Looking at the increasing harvest in the wooden bucket, Leslie Cheung couldn't help but sigh.

"Jin Hua is so lucky. With such a precious son, she can count money even while lying down."

Upon hearing the name "Sister Jinhua," a hint of gentleness flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes.

"Sister Hua has been talking about you lately. She said that when she goes back to Kyoto, she'll invite you to her house for jajangmyeon (noodles with soybean paste)."

"Ms. Huimei cooked herself."

Xiao Chen responded with a smile. The "Ms. Huimei" he mentioned was none other than his mother, Ye Huimei, in this life.

Leslie Cheung laughed heartily.

"That's wonderful! I've been craving Sister Ye's cooking for so long."

Mei Yanfang was bending down to pick up snails while making jokes.

"Ah Chen, you're worth hundreds of millions now, and you won't even give an autograph to the old lady at the village entrance?"

After saying that, he secretly added another sentence.

"Maybe we can trade for some ingredients."

Xiao Chen helped Mei Yanfang pry the conch shell out of the rock and raised an eyebrow.

"Sister, that's a matter of principle."

"Director Wang is watching closely, so I have to follow the rules."

"We are legitimate beachcombers."

Old Wang, who was holding a walkie-talkie in the distance, sneezed violently.

He rubbed his nose, feeling that Xiao Chen was brewing some big move.

After half an hour.

The wooden bucket that Dilraba was carrying was already quite heavy. Inside were not only plump blue crabs, but also a number of very large oysters and whelks.

"Teacher Xiao, is this enough to exchange for dinner?"

Dilraba wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked cautiously.

She looked at Xiao Chen's profile; the setting sun gilded his features, making him so handsome that it was hard to look directly at him.

Xiao Chen straightened up.

He glanced at the wooden barrel, then at the receding tide in the distance.

"Change dinner? That's too good for Old Wang."

Xiao Chen smiled mysteriously.

He reached out and removed a piece of seaweed stuck to his clothes.

"Let's go talk to Director Wang about prices."

The four of them returned to the Mushroom House courtyard.

Old Wang was sitting under the shade of the tree, drinking an iced cola, looking confident of victory.

Upon seeing them return, Old Wang immediately sat up straight.

"Wow, quite a haul! Let the production team take stock."