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

Anita Mui laughed until tears streamed down her face.

Dilraba laughed so hard she collapsed onto the table, her shoulders swaying.

Seeing the table full of delicious food and the crowd laughing so hard they were practically falling over, especially Xiao Chen who looked so relaxed and innocent, Chen Chichi felt a pang of sorrow.

"I……"

He had barely opened his mouth when his voice trembled with tears.

"I've shed blood for the Mushroom House, I've made contributions to this family!"

"I started at four in the morning and spent six hours alone on the beach picking up trash!"

He held out two trembling fingers, still bearing red marks from being rubbed by his gloves.

"Xiao Chen, you devil!"

After hearing his tearful accusations, the laughter in the room grew even louder.

Leslie Cheung laughed and shook his head at the same time.

"Ah Chen, you're really...so mean."

Xiao Chen slowly stood up, ladled out a bowl of porridge, and placed it in front of Chen Chichi, speaking in a gentle tone as if coaxing a child.

"You've worked hard, Brother Chi. Eat up, I specially saved the most crab meat for you."

Chen Chichi looked at the fragrant porridge in front of him, and then at Xiao Chen's outrageously handsome face.

His anger was instantly overwhelmed by hunger.

He picked up a spoon and started shoveling food into his mouth while making indistinct accusations.

"You...you just wait...hiccup...this porridge is actually quite delicious..."

Everyone burst into laughter again at his pathetic appearance.

After a pleasant breakfast, Chen Chichi finally felt a little better.

Everyone sat in the courtyard, basking in the sun and enjoying the tranquility of the island.

Looking at the azure sea and the village nestled among the green trees in the distance, Xiao Chen made a suggestion.

"We just arrived yesterday and aren't familiar with the area yet. How about we take a walk around the village together?"

This proposal immediately piqued everyone's interest.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung, who spend most of their time in Hong Kong, are very curious about these simple fishing villages in the mainland.

Dilraba and Stephen Chow also looked excited.

Dilraba raised her hand in approval.

"Great! I want to go see if there's anything good to eat in the village!"

Stephen Chow stroked his chin and said in a serious tone.

"I also want to go out and gather inspiration, to see if I can find anything."

Even Chen Chichi, who had just been "released from prison," perked up.

Compared to staying in the Mushroom House, where one could be "tricked" by Xiao Chen at any moment, going out for a walk is obviously a safer choice.

"Let's go! Let's get going!"

He was the first to stand up, afraid that if he was even a second late, Xiao Chen would come up with some new way to torment him.

Seeing everyone's enthusiastic expressions, Xiao Chen's lips curved into a beautiful smile.

He stood up, and the sunlight fell on him, gilding him with a golden edge.

"Then, let's go."

The group walked in a grand procession toward the village.

The island's villages are small, with a winding stone-paved road as the only main thoroughfare.

On both sides are rows of houses, mostly two-story buildings.

The walls, weathered by the sea breeze, bear a story of time.

Unlike the exquisite, artistic ancient towns of Yunnan in the previous season, everything here appears rugged and vibrant.

The air was filled with a strong, unmistakable odor.

It's the saltiness of the sea and the fishiness of dried fish; the two flavors blend together to create a unique aroma that belongs only to the seaside.

Dilraba couldn't help but wrinkle her nose and whispered to Anita Mui next to her.

"Sister Mei, this flavor...it's so addictive!"

Anita Mui smiled and patted her hand, her eyes and brows full of tenderness.

"You'll get used to it. This is the taste of the sea, the taste of the fishermen's lives."

Her gaze drifted into the distance to the dried fish hanging in front of every household, gleaming silver in the sunlight, and her eyes held a hint of nostalgia.

Stephen Chow seemed to have entered another world.

He completely ignored the smell and looked around.

His gait became different from everyone else's.

He would sometimes imitate a crab walking sideways for a couple of steps, and then he would squat down.

I meowed at a lazy cat sunbathing in the corner, but the cat gave me a disdainful look and turned away.

"Hey, don't go! I'm trying to discuss art with you!"

Stephen Chow shouted exaggeratedly from behind.

Chen Chichi stayed eight zhang away from Xiao Chen, following closely behind Zhang Guorong, as if the latter was his only talisman.

He cautiously looked around and asked in a low voice.

"Brother, do you think... Xiao Chen might have prepared some kind of trap here again?"

"For example, what if a net of fish suddenly falls from a rooftop and traps us?"

Leslie Cheung was amused by his imagination, shook his head, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah Chen isn't that bored."

"He just likes to see you get angry."

Upon hearing this, Chen Chichi's expression became even more grief-stricken.

What kind of consolation is this?!

Xiao Chen, who was walking at the front, seemed not to hear the discussions behind him.

He walked with a leisurely pace, and sunlight filtered through the sparse leaves, casting dappled patterns of light on his fair face.

His face, no matter the environment, always seemed to have a built-in soft-focus filter, so perfect it didn't look real.

The villagers along the roadside were mostly dressed in casual shorts and flip-flops, their skin tanned dark and shiny.

They were taken aback when they saw this group of glamorous "outsiders".

His gaze immediately locked onto Xiao Chen.

An older woman who was mending fishing nets at the door stopped what she was doing and tugged at her husband who was smoking a pipe next to her.

"Old man, look at that young man!"

"My God, she's even more beautiful than people in paintings!"

The old man next to her squinted for a long time, then nodded vigorously, tapping his pipe against the sole of his shoe.

"He's handsome! Ten times more handsome than Ah Hai, the most handsome young man in our village!"

Several children who were playing marbles by the roadside stopped, hugged their dirty knees, and looked up.

She stared blankly at Xiao Chen.

One of the bolder girls even clutched the only glass marble in her pocket in her hand, intending to give it to him.

Xiao Chen noticed their gazes but showed no airs of a celebrity.

Instead, he stopped and gave the older woman and man a bright smile and a slight nod.

That smile was more dazzling than the island sunshine.

The woman's face flushed red instantly, and she didn't know where to put the fishing net in her hand, so she kept gesturing.

"Young man, come and sit at my house!"

"Have some water! Auntie will get you some freshly dried squid!"

Xiao Chen smiled and waved his hand, speaking in a gentle tone that was impossible to refuse.

"Thank you, ma'am. We're just browsing around, we won't bother you any longer."

He walked up to an old man who was organizing his fishing gear, squatted down, looked at the strangely shaped tools, and asked curiously.

"Sir, are you getting ready to go out to sea?"

The old man was overjoyed to be called "Grandpa," and seeing how pleasing his appearance was and how friendly his attitude was, he immediately started chatting.