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

The setting sun cast its golden rays upon the rocks, and the roar of the waves gradually took on a more languid tone.

The buckets of all five people were filled to the brim, filled with the fruits of their labor throughout the afternoon.

Dilraba rubbed her sore shoulders and stared blankly at Xiao Chen's profile, which glowed white in the sunset.

Even after recording so many episodes together, every time I see him up close, I'm still dazzled by his face that has captivated the world.

Xiao Chen's face is simply a masterpiece, a gift from God.

"Let's go back inside."

Xiao Chen lifted the heavy plastic bucket with ease.

He winked at the camera, a hint of youthful mischief flashing in his clear, deep eyes.

With just that one glance, the director behind the monitor unconsciously held his breath.

"This guy has a face that's impossible to refuse."

The director sighed inwardly, even able to foresee when this episode would air.

From teenage girls to forty-year-old women, everyone in front of the TV was screaming wildly.

Back at the Mushroom House, the wooden benches in the yard still carried the warmth of the day.

Before everyone could put down their tools, the old-fashioned landline phone in the room started ringing urgently.

"Ring ring—"

Stephen Chow was closest, so he answered the call and put it on speakerphone.

"Feed? This is the Mushroom House, who is this?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a burst of extremely infectious and cheeky laughter.

"Ha-ha! You didn't expect that, did you! The organization sent me to inspect their work!"

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

That voice is so distinctive.

In the first season, this guy caused the production team a lot of headaches with his amazing skill of getting free meals.

Mei Yanfang, who was rubbing her wrist, rolled her eyes when she heard the sound.

Leslie Cheung couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head as he sat down on a small stool.

"Chen Chichi, your smug voice is so annoying, I could smell it across the Pacific Ocean."

Anita Mui directly complained into the microphone.

Chen Chichi on the other end of the phone didn't feel embarrassed at all; on the contrary, he laughed even harder.

"Oh, Sister Mei! Brother Rong! I've missed you so much!"

"I heard you guys went to the beach today? We'd better make something special for dinner tonight!"

"I don't ask for much. I'll have a Hainan Rendez-Vous for supper, with whatever lobster, abalone, and king crab I can easily afford, about ten or eight pounds!"

Upon hearing this, Leslie Cheung was so angry he laughed.

"You wish, kid."

"You were nowhere to be seen when I was picking up trash under the blazing sun in the afternoon."

"Now it's time to eat something good, and you've come pretty quickly."

Dilraba nodded frantically beside her, pouting, clearly protesting against this lazy guy.

Chen Chichi started to act spoiled on the phone.

"Oh, Brother Rong, I'm on my way here."

"I didn't even eat dinner so I could see you all!"

"Where's Brother Chen? Is my Brother Chen here?"

"Brother Chen loves me the most, he definitely won't let me go hungry, right?"

Everyone turned to look at Xiao Chen, who was sitting to the side.

Xiao Chen rested his chin on his hand, the setting sun outlining his perfect jawline.

He raised an eyebrow, a harmless smile playing on his lips.

"Hainan Rendez-Vous?"

Xiao Chen slowly uttered four words, his voice deep and magnetic, so pleasant it was almost intoxicating.

Chen Chichi frantically agreed on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother Chen really understands me!"

"No wonder he's an international superstar who's won Grammys and Oscars so many times! That's some serious magnanimity!"

Xiao Chen chuckled softly, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child.

"Sure, all you can eat."

Zhou Xingchi was stunned for a moment, looking at Xiao Chen with some surprise.

When did this kid become so easy to talk to?

Mei Yanfang was getting a little anxious. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Xiao Chen quietly extend a finger.

He made a "shh" gesture in front of his lips.

His eyes gleamed with a fox-like light.

That mischievous look wasn't annoying at all; instead, it possessed a fatal charm.

"Long live Brother Chen!"

"I'll be there tonight!"

Chen Chichi shouted excitedly.

"Smack."

Xiao Chen raised his hand expressionlessly and hung up the phone.

The room fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared intently at him, waiting for what he would say next.

Xiao Chen slowly dusted off his hands and turned his head to look at the production team.

"Director, put the books in the books."

The director was taken aback.

"What accounts?"

Xiao Chen pointed towards the phone, smiling like a boy next door who had successfully pulled off a prank.

"The points for all the ingredients ordered by that person earlier will be recorded in Chen Chichi's account."

"This meal is on him."

The crowd froze for a second, then burst into laughter that seemed to lift the roof off the courtyard.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Stephen Chow laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

"Ah Chen, you're so mean!"

Mei Yanfang laughed so hard tears almost came out, pointing at Xiao Chen and shaking her head.

"Huimei really gave birth to a son with a lower IQ; this tactic of using someone else's resources to achieve her goals is brilliant."

Leslie Cheung couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Looks like someone not only won't get a midnight snack tonight, but will also have to use up their entire life's worth of work credits in advance."

Dilraba laughed heartily beside her, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Brother Chen, what if he can't afford to pay the points?"

Xiao Chen stood up and straightened the slightly wrinkled corners of his clothes.

He tilted his head slightly and delivered a final blow to the camera.

"You're not allowed to leave until you've picked up all the trash on the beach."

In short, it effectively sentenced Chen Chichi's recording career.

At this moment, in a nanny van five kilometers away from the Mushroom House.

Chen Chichi was leaning back in his chair, looking forward to the lobster feast that was coming up.

Suddenly, he inexplicably shuddered.

"Achoo!"

A loud sneeze made the car windows rattle.

Chen Chichi rubbed his nose and looked out the window with some confusion.

"Strange, why do I feel a chill down my back in the middle of summer?"

A strong sense of foreboding welled up inside me.

He shrank his neck, feeling that tonight's meal might be extremely difficult.

In the courtyard of the Mushroom House.

Xiao Chen had already reached the kitchen doorway.

After eating seafood for several days in a row, with seafood every day, everyone's stomachs were already starting to feel the strain.

He looked at the pile of fresh vegetables and potatoes he had collected in the afternoon, and then turned to look at the crowd.

"How about trying something different tonight?"

"Eat home-cooked meals."

Upon hearing the words "home-style cooking," Dilraba's eyes lit up instantly.

"Okay, okay! I want to eat hot and sour shredded potatoes!"

Stephen Chow nodded in agreement.

"I've been eating seafood every day, and my tongue is almost numb. Home-cooked meals are much more nourishing."

Xiao Chen rolled up his sleeves, revealing a perfectly sculpted arm.

In this place full of cameras, he showed no airs of a movie star and skillfully began washing vegetables.

As his mother Ye Huimei's pride, he was independent enough from a young age.