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

"Hey, feed us? Is this the Mushroom House? I'm your viewer!"

"Let me tell you, I watched your show last season, and the food looked so delicious it made my mouth water!"

Re was taken aback by the machine-gun-like speed of his speech and subconsciously glanced at Xiao Chen.

Upon hearing this voice, Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui both couldn't help but smile.

too ripe.

They would recognize that voice even if it turned to ashes.

They're even pretending to be strangers here!

Dilraba obediently followed the procedure and asked.

"Um... what would you like to order?"

The person on the other end of the phone immediately became excited.

"Ordering food? Can we order food?"

"Oh, great! I want seafood! A huge bowl of it!"

"We need lobster, we need abalone, and geoduck, yes, we need them all!"

"In short, the best seafood, give me a seafood platter!"

The person on the other end of the phone got so excited that they almost recited a list of dishes in Cantonese.

The guests at the Mushroom House couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

In the end, Dilraba couldn't hold back any longer and whispered that name.

"Stephen Chow..."

Stephen Chow pretended to be stupid on the other end of the phone.

"Huh? How did you know it was me?"

"I was clearly very good at pretending. You're quite clever, aren't you?"

Leslie Cheung leaned closer and smiled into the microphone.

"Dilraba is smart."

"But you can't find another voice like yours in the whole of Hong Kong."

Stephen Chow's voice became even more energetic.

"Oh, it's my brother!"

"Is Sister Mei here too?"

"Where's Ah Chen? That kid's poster has caused quite a stir lately!"

Xiao Chen walked to the phone, naturally took the receiver from Dilraba's hand, and smiled with a hint of helplessness and doting affection.

"Mr. Stephen Chow, why are you so irritable so early in the morning?"

Stephen Chow said this in a deliberately funny way.

"Hmph! You still dare to talk back! You're a muscle man now, an idol for women all over the world."

"We old friends all have to make an appointment to see you!"

"I don't care, you have to make this seafood feast for me today."

"Otherwise, I'll bring some people to your 18 Culture Center and unfurl banners!"

Xiao Chen chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest making Dilraba's ears tingle slightly as she leaned in beside him.

"Okay, I'll make it for you."

He agreed readily and decisively.

"However, we'll have to find the ingredients ourselves."

Stephen Chow answered with a smile.

"That's perfect! I'll be there by noon!"

"Wait for my favor!"

After saying that, Stephen Chow hung up the phone with a "snap," decisively and without any hesitation.

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

Leslie Cheung was the first to break the silence.

"This guy is still the same as always."

Dilraba was a little worried.

"A seafood feast..."

"We don't even have a boat to go out to sea, how are we supposed to do it?"

Xiao Chen put the phone back in its place, his tone calm and steady.

"Let's eat first."

"You need to be well-fed to have the energy to work."

The four of them sat around a table in the courtyard and began to enjoy this seemingly simple yet fragrant egg fried rice.

Each grain of rice is plump and evenly coated with golden egg liquid, offering a delicious and savory egg flavor.

It has the soft, sticky texture of rice, and the occasional scallion adds a touch of freshness.

Dilraba took a big bite, her cheeks puffed out, like a little hamster.

"tasty!"

"Brother Chen, how come your fried rice is so delicious?"

"I think it tastes even better than what you get in a five-star hotel!"

Xiao Chen was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"Because I invested my emotions."

One sentence made Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung laugh.

After breakfast, the question of how to have a seafood feast was put on the agenda.

Zhang Guorong analyzed.

"The production team definitely won't provide a boat; this is only the first episode, and they're known for this kind of behavior."

"We just want to see how we embarrass ourselves."

Mei Yanfang said.

"Then we'll just have to try our luck on the beach."

So the four of them, carrying buckets and shovels, set off in a grand procession toward the beach not far away.

It was low tide, exposing large areas of beach and leaving behind many small puddles and damp sand.

The program crew's cameras followed them closely, while director Lao Wang sat behind the monitor.

A smug smile had already crept onto his lips.

Without a boat, what can you find by just picking things up on the beach?

Small fish and shrimp?

What should we use to make a seafood feast?

He was already prepared to witness the spectacular scene of Stephen Chow's outburst over a plate of stir-fried clams.

However, the smile on his face froze the next second.

Xiao Chen walked to a seemingly ordinary patch of sand, squatted down, and carefully examined the small holes on the sand.

Then, he took out a small salt shaker from his bag and gently sprinkled a little salt into one of the oval holes.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

In less than three seconds, a jet of water gushed out of the hole, and then a chubby, white guy suddenly sprang out of the sand!

That's a razor clam!

Moreover, it was incredibly large, almost as long as Xiao Chen's palm!

"Wow!"

Dilraba was the first to scream, and quickly ran over, carefully picking up the still wriggling creature and putting it into the bucket.

"Brother Chen, you're amazing!"

"You managed to find this?"

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, just smiled, and walked to the next sand hole, repeating the same method.

Suddenly, razor clams began to emerge from the beach with a "biu, biu" sound.

And without exception, every single one of them is a plump "King of Razor Clams"!

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui were both stunned.

They imitated Xiao Chen by sprinkling salt.

The result was either no reaction, or a pitifully small "toothpick seedling" would emerge.

Leslie Cheung was dumbfounded.

"Ah Chen, did you... perform a blessing ceremony on this beach?"

Leslie Cheung, holding the few small ones in his bucket and then looking at the half-full bucket of large ones in Xiao Chen's bucket, felt as if he had been subjected to a dimensional reduction attack.

Behind the monitor, Director Wang's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

In the footage, Xiao Chen almost always hits the target with every throw, his movements so elegant that they didn't seem like he was going to the beach, but rather like he was performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

And those giant clams, as if lining up for his inspection, eagerly jumped out of the sand.

An assistant director muttered to himself.

"This...this is not scientific!"

Old Wang silently picked up the walkie-talkie, his voice trembling with despair.

"Props team...props team, did you hear me?"

"Director, what's up?"

"Did you... bury hundreds of kilograms of giant razor clams in this beach beforehand?"

There was a full five seconds of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie before a wronged voice came through.

"Director...we don't even have the money to buy razor clams..."

Old Wang: "..."

He closed his eyes in pain, feeling his blood pressure rise again.

Is there anything this man named Xiao Chen can't do?

Is he here to participate in the show, or to cause trouble?