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

The rich sauce was completely reduced in the pan.

Xiao Chen turned off the heat and took the food out of the pot.

The freshness of the blue crab, mixed with the rich fat of the Wagyu beef, instantly filled the air of the entire Mushroom House.

The dining table was placed in the center of the pavilion.

Xiao Chen carried two large porcelain plates with one hand, his steps extremely steady.

Seafood on the left, Wagyu beef on the right.

"Stephen Chow, have a taste of your flesh."

Xiao Chen put down the plate and handed over a pair of chopsticks.

He has a very deceptive face.

He has a refined bone structure and a youthful air about him.

Anyone who sees it will feel a sense of closeness.

Dilraba's eyes were fixed on the plate of blue crabs.

Her lips were glistening, and she swallowed unconsciously.

Stephen Chow was even more direct; he simply turned his baseball cap back, grabbed his chopsticks, and started eating.

For a moment, only the sound of chewing could be heard in the pavilion.

"Absolutely amazing!"

Stephen Chow's eyes widened.

The juices of the top-grade Wagyu beef burst on your tongue, mixed with Xiao Chen's special sauce, making it simply irresistible.

Dilraba didn't have time to speak, she was using both hands to attack.

The food on the plate was decreasing at a visible rate.

Soon, only one plump blue crab remained on the table.

Two pairs of chopsticks reached out at the same time.

Snapped.

In mid-air, the wooden chopsticks collided.

Stephen Chow raised an eyebrow, flicked his wrist, and tried to use a clever trick to push the crab claw into his bowl.

Dilraba was quicker, leaning forward to catch it with the plate.

"Mr. Stephen Chow, you have to let me have this, right?"

Dilraba pouted, her eyes filled with longing.

Stephen Chow kept his chopsticks in his mouth and started rambling on.

"Young people these days are so immature."

Do you even know what it means to respect the elderly?

"I brought Wagyu beef all this way; I deserve some credit for my hard work, right?"

Dilraba was not to be outdone.

"Mr. Stephen Chow, that's not right."

"You are a senior, you should care for the young."

"I'm still growing!"

puff.

Anita Mui, who was sitting next to her, burst out laughing.

Leslie Cheung waved his fan, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Ah Chen, look at those two, are they five years old combined?"

Xiao Chen leaned back in his chair.

He remained calm, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"normal."

"Stephen Chow was about this age when he was on set."

One sentence made Stephen Chow laugh.

The chopsticks were loosened.

The blue crab landed steadily in Reba's bowl.

"I'll let it go for Ah Chen's sake."

Stephen Chow is being stubborn.

Dilraba happily took a big bite of crab meat, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with satisfaction.

Lunch is over.

The sea breeze blows through the pavilion, carrying a hint of sea salt.

Everyone worked together to clean the table.

After a long day of running around, I felt exhausted.

Xiao Chen leaned back in the recliner and closed his eyes to rest.

He appeared to be sleeping, but his mind was already planning his upcoming itinerary.

Wang Jinhua called yesterday to urge him to hurry up.

Shiba Culture's business is now too diversified.

As one of the leading entertainment companies in the country, its daily revenue is astronomical.

Not to mention the copyrights he himself is burdened with.

But he prefers his current leisurely life.

He spends his days with his mother, Ye Huimei, and occasionally records programs with old friends.

Good.

An hour later.

The director, holding a megaphone, broke the tranquility of the courtyard.

"Everyone, lunch break is over."

"Next, we will announce the rules for this afternoon's tasks."

Everyone rubbed their eyes and gathered again in the courtyard.

The director cleared his throat.

"In addition to the usual beachcombing today, the production team has added a new rule."

"There's a lot of trash on the beach."

"Guests can pick up trash on the beach and exchange it for points at the production team."

"One pound of trash can be exchanged for one point."

Points can be redeemed for ingredients for dinner.

Upon hearing that there was a task, Dilraba was the first to stand up.

"Picking up trash? That's something I'm good at!"

The five of them changed into rubber boots for beachcombing, grabbed plastic buckets and tongs, and set off in a grand procession.

seaside.

The afternoon sun was a bit too bright.

The golden sandy beach was originally very beautiful.

But upon closer inspection, messy plastic bottles, discarded fishing nets, and broken glass shards are everywhere.

The beautiful scenery has been utterly destroyed by this industrial waste.

Mei Yanfang bent down and used tongs to pick up a deformed aluminum can.

"Why are there so many?"

Her brows were furrowed.

Leslie Cheung put a torn plastic bag into the bucket and sighed softly.

"Tourists these days really don't pay any attention at all."

"Such a beautiful beach, what a pity."

Stephen Chow wore gloves and worked diligently.

He turned over a rock, and underneath it was a clump of discarded nylon rope.

"These things won't rot."

"Eating fish will kill you."

Dilraba's bucket was quickly filled to more than half full.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling somewhat deflated.

"What we found feels like just the tip of the iceberg."

Xiao Chen stood not far away.

He looked at the vast, turbulent sea, then at the filthy debris at his feet.

Having struggled at the bottom of society in his previous life, he had witnessed far too much unbearable hardship.

Standing at the pinnacle in this life, he always wanted to do something.

"Then let's solve it completely."

Xiao Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Xiao Chen threw the clip in his hand into the bucket and looked toward the director's camera.

"Not just today."

"I plan to establish a marine environmental protection public welfare fund in the name of Shishiba Culture."

"We hire people specifically to clean up this coastline long-term."

The production team's cameras were immediately focused on Xiao Chen.

The sunlight shone on his flawless face.

The man, whose looks have stunned the world, now had unusually clear eyes.

Stephen Chow stopped what he was doing.

"Ah Chen, count me in."

"If the funds are insufficient, I will make up the difference immediately."

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung exchanged a glance.

Both of them looked relieved.

"Hye-mi really gave birth to a good son."

Anita Mui sighed.

Leslie Cheung nodded, stepped forward, and patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder.

"Since Ah Chen has such a kind heart, we, as his older brothers and sisters, cannot fall behind."

Anita Mui laughed.

"How about this?"

"Guo Rong and I are planning to hold several charity concerts this year."

"Not a single penny of the ticket revenue will be kept."

"All of it will be donated to Ah Chen's environmental protection fund."

Dilraba listened with great excitement.

"Well... I don't have that much money, so I'll volunteer!"

"I come here to collect them every day!"

The somewhat somber atmosphere instantly became lively.

Xiao Chen looked at these old friends he had known for more than ten years.

He smiled.

That smile seemed especially warm in the sea breeze.

"OK."

"Everyone, hurry up!"

"I'm going to use my points to redeem a big meal tonight."

Xiao Chen picked up the bucket and headed towards the more distant rocky area.

His silhouette stretched long on the beach.

Calm and composed.

Stephen Chow laughed and quickly followed.

"Ah Chen, wait a minute, that area's trash is mine!"

Dilraba shouted from behind.

"Stephen Chow, you're stealing again!"

The waves crashed against the rocks, creating a thunderous roar.

Five figures moved across the golden sand, leaving behind a series of firm footprints.