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

Xiao Chen patted the sand off his hands and straightened up.

His face, sculpted by God, was slightly disheveled by the sea breeze, his black hair ruffled.

Sunlight fell on his long eyelashes, refracting into tiny dappled patterns.

Not only were the female staff members on site stunned, but even the male cameraman filming the scene consciously held his breath, afraid of disturbing it.

Xiao Chen turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Leslie Cheung, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalant casualness.

"Brother, that's because you didn't give the beach a red envelope."

"Without a membership, how can they give you a large quantity of goods?"

Leslie Cheung burst into laughter at his mischievous appearance and raised her hand as if to knock him.

"You brat, always talking nonsense with your brother."

Xiao Chen ducked low and nimbly dodged, then headed towards another rocky area.

Dilraba followed closely behind, carrying a heavy plastic bucket.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with adoration.

"Brother Chen, there are lots of little puddles here!"

Xiao Chen glanced down at it.

"We've collected all the treasures left behind by the receding tide."

He crouched down and probed the murky puddle with his long, slender, fair fingers.

The next second, he precisely pinched the shell of a blue crab the size of a palm and lifted it up.

The giant claw thrashed wildly, but couldn't touch him at all.

"Wow, it's really fat."

Xiao Chen casually tossed the crab into the bucket, and it landed steadily.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

It was as if all the seafood on this beach had received his call and lined up to be delivered to him.

A large grouper was thrashing about in the shallow water when he slapped it unconscious and carried it away.

Sea cucumbers and abalone are practically free; you can just grab a few anytime.

Dilraba's arms ached from picking them up, and she kept exclaiming in surprise.

"Good heavens! It's so big again!"

"Brother Chen, are you using some kind of X-ray vision cheat?"

Behind the monitor, the chief director, Lao Wang, could no longer sit still.

He stared at the overflowing wooden bucket on the screen, tugging hard at his already sparse hair.

"That's a ghost."

"This is unbelievable!"

"When we surveyed the site, wasn't this beach completely bare?"

The assistant director next to him swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Director, is this Xiao Chen... really not the reincarnation of the Dragon King?"

"The sheer quantity of this catch would make even the old fishermen in the village kneel in awe."

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui also came over at this moment. Looking at the bucket full of top-quality seafood, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.

Leslie Cheung crossed his arms and smiled as he looked at the handsome young man not far away.

"If things continue like this, we won't need to ask the production team to exchange ingredients at all."

"Being self-sufficient and eating seafood feasts every day, I might even gain a few pounds."

Anita Mui nodded in agreement, her tone full of pride.

"That's right, don't you even know who raised the child?"

"He's been this capable since he was a child."

These words really alarmed Old Wang.

In the first episode of the second season of "Back to Field", the guests achieved food freedom on the very first day.

Wouldn't that completely paralyze the task system designed by the production team?

Old Wang hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted at the beach.

"Xiao Chen! That's enough!"

Let's leave some seeds for the ocean!

Upon hearing the sound, Xiao Chen lazily turned his head and grinned at the camera.

That smile was sunny and handsome, with a youthful roguish charm that was incredibly captivating.

"Director, don't panic."

"We are law-abiding citizens, and we do not exploit resources to the point of exhaustion."

He rummaged through the spoils in the bucket, picking out the largest razor clams and blue crabs.

"Save these to cook for Stephen Chow tonight."

"As for the rest..."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at the program crew members who were walking over.

"Give all of it to the production team to exchange for points."

"Once we've saved enough money, we'll buy a new boat and set sail as soon as possible."

Old Wang wiped away his cold sweat backstage and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This kid has a conscience, at least.

However, looking at that pile of top-quality seafood, Lao Wang began to feel the pinch of the program team's pitiful points inventory.

Back at the Mushroom House, it was almost noon.

Xiao Chen changed into a clean white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined arms.

The star of Shishiba Culture, an international movie star worth hundreds of millions, is currently busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.

He was focused, and his knife skills were swift and precise.

Remove the shells from the blue crabs and chop them into pieces. Clean the razor clams by spitting out the sand.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui sat in the pavilion in the courtyard, drinking tea and watching the busy figure in the kitchen.

"In the blink of an eye, they're already filming the second season."

Anita Mui sighed.

"Yes, it feels like the same little village as last season."

Leslie Cheung responded with a smile.

"But it was Xiao Chen who planned this great program, allowing us to see all around us."

"The audience loves watching it too."

"Hye-mi gave birth to a fine son."

In the kitchen, Xiao Chen was preparing to heat the oil in a wok.

A unique, mesmerizing laugh suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"Hahaha!"

His signature laugh tells you who's here.

Stephen Chow, wearing a baseball cap and a simple T-shirt, carrying a stylish insulated bag, strode into the courtyard.

"Everyone, am I not late?"

Everyone stood up to greet them.

After all, they are old friends who have known each other for more than ten years, so there was no need for any fake formalities.

As soon as Stephen Chow entered the room, his gaze fell on Xiao Chen, who was standing in the kitchen.

"Ah Chen, long time no see, you've gotten even more handsome."

"Such an enviable face."

Xiao Chen poked his head out, still holding a spatula, and responded with a grin.

"Mr. Stephen Chow, if you keep praising me, the food in my pot is going to burn."

Stephen Chow laughed heartily and handed the insulated bag in his hand to Dilraba, who came to greet him.

"I brought some gifts, three catties of top-grade Wagyu beef."

"I specially asked someone to get it for me."

Dilraba took the bag, and her eyes immediately lit up.

"Wow! Wagyu beef! Long live Stephen Chow!"

Xiao Chen heard this from the kitchen and his eyes lit up.

"Wagyu beef? Perfect, saves me the trouble of making another meat dish."

"Mr. Stephen Chow, don't just stand there, come in and lend a hand."

In any other program, who would dare to order Stephen Chow around like that?

But here, everyone is as familiar as family.

Stephen Chow rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen without saying a word.

"Sure, what do you need me to do?"

"Help me smash the garlic over there, and then slice the Wagyu beef into thin slices."

Xiao Chen didn't stand on ceremony and directly issued the task.

Stephen Chow took the cleaver, and although his movements were a little clumsy, he worked very seriously.

"Ah Chen, with your current status, it's a real waste of your culinary skills to be eating boxed lunches on set every day."

Xiao Chen skillfully tossed the wok, and an enticing aroma wafted from it.

"Stephen Chow, this is called experiencing life."

"How can we outsmart the production team if we don't eat boxed lunches?"

Stephen Chow smiled and shook his head.

"You're still as funny as ever."

In the kitchen, two influential figures in the Chinese film industry, one stir-frying vegetables and the other cutting meat, worked together with unexpected chemistry.

The rich sauce coats the plump razor clams, which sizzle in the pot.

The fresh aroma of blue crab, mixed with the unique fat and fragrance of Wagyu beef, gradually permeated the entire courtyard of the Mushroom House.

Leslie Cheung, sitting in the pavilion, couldn't help but sniffle.

"It smells so good, so delicious."

"Looks like we're in for a treat this lunchtime."