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

"I'm not going out. It's windy today. Let's take a break."

"These are our tools for making a living; we need to take good care of them."

The old man pointed to the fishing nets and floats on the ground and explained them in heavily accented Mandarin.

"The people here have relied on this sea for their livelihood for generations."

"When the weather is good, we go out to sea to fish; when the weather is bad, we go to the shore to collect snails and clams. We won't starve."

His words were simple, yet they revealed a tenacity and a reverence for the sea.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung listened quietly, exchanging a glance and seeing similar sentiments in each other's eyes.

The saying "One's environment shapes one's character" is absolutely true.

"It was Mei Yanfang who said softly."

"Looking at them is like seeing Hong Kong from decades ago."

"Those fishermen who work hard in the typhoon shelters. Their way of life is similar, but they feel completely different."

Leslie Cheung nodded, gazing intently at the boundless sea in the distance.

"Those who live near the mountains live off the mountains; those who live near the sea live off the sea."

"They entrusted their lives and hopes to this sea; it was simple, pure, and full of unknowns."

"This kind of reverence for nature is something that people living in cities can hardly understand."

Just as everyone was reflecting on their own experiences, a middle-aged man hurriedly ran from the depths of the village.

He was wearing a fairly clean white shirt, but he still paired it with beach shorts and flip-flops, which looked somewhat mismatched.

"Oh dear! Distinguished guests! Our honored guests have arrived! Why didn't you let us know beforehand!"

The man ran up to the crowd, panting, with a smile that was both excited and nervous on his face.

"I am the village chief of this village, and my surname is Wang."

"Welcome, big stars, to our little town!"

Everyone quickly greeted him.

Village Chief Wang's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on Xiao Chen, his eyes filled with undisguised amazement and admiration.

He cleared his throat and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Um... our village is small and the conditions are simple. Please forgive us if we are not hospitable enough."

Xiao Chen smiled gently.

"Village chief, you're too kind. We really like this place; it's so simple and authentic."

Village Chief Wang rubbed his hands together, seemingly greatly affirmed by Xiao Chen's words.

"If you like it, that's good! If you like it, that's good!"

He seemed to remember something important and quickly continued.

"Perfect, just in time!"

"This afternoon, our village is holding a sacrificial ceremony, which is our most important tradition!"

Stephen Chow's curiosity was piqued.

"A sacrificial ceremony?"

Village Chief Wang nodded vigorously, his expression becoming serious and devout.

"Yes! We rely on the sea for our livelihood, and going out to sea means entrusting our lives to God."

"So every year at this time, we worship the Goddess of the Sea."

"We pray that she will bless us who go out to sea so that we may return safely, and that she will bless us with a bountiful catch!"

He looked at Xiao Chen and his group and extended his sincerest invitation.

"This is a very solemn ceremony that everyone in our village must participate in."

"If you all don't mind, could you please join us this afternoon?"

"Let's also share in the blessings of our Sea Goddess!"

The invitation came as a surprise to everyone, yet it was also perfectly reasonable.

This was not a segment arranged by the production team, but rather the most authentic and sacred tradition of a place.

Without almost any hesitation, Xiao Chen, on behalf of everyone, solemnly nodded.

"Of course. It's our honor. Thank you for the invitation, Village Chief."

"Then we'll definitely be there this afternoon."

After wandering around the village for a while, the group returned to the Mushroom House.

As soon as Xiao Chen returned to the Mushroom House, he went straight into the kitchen.

The afternoon sun lazily bathed the courtyard of the Mushroom House, and the air was filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze and the fresh fragrance of plants.

After half an hour.

Xiao Chen brought out the last dish from the kitchen.

The steaming hot braised sea bass with scallions has its skin fried to a golden brown with a slightly charred finish, and the sauce is rich and the aroma is irresistible.

Four dishes were already laid out on the table: a plate of spicy stir-fried clams, a plate of steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a plate of golden corn kernels.

Beside it, a pot of winter melon and pork rib soup was bubbling and steaming.

These were all made with leftover ingredients from yesterday, but in Xiao Chen's hands, they seemed to have been given a new life.

"I'm home! I'm starving! Is dinner ready?"

The person arrived before the voice.

Chen Chichi dragged his weary steps, like a bull that had been squeezed dry, as he shuffled in from the courtyard gate.

He was woken up by the production team at four in the morning to pick up trash on the beach, and it's been almost ten hours now.

I only drank some water in the morning, and I feel completely exhausted.

When he saw the table full of sumptuous lunch, and Xiao Chen, who was taking off his apron, with a tall and straight figure and a slight smile on his face.

My eyes lit up instantly, the light as bright as a lighthouse.

"My God!"

"Xiao Chen! You're my own brother!"

Chen Chichi let out a wail, lunged at the table, picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a large piece of fish, and stuffed it into his mouth without even blowing on it.

"Mmm! Hot! Smells amazing! It smells so good!"

He praised her vaguely, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, and his eyes narrowed into slits with happiness.

He shoveled rice into his mouth with gusto, a scallop in his left hand and a clam in his right.

Their eating manners were utterly unrefined, yet brimming with the most primal vitality.

Stephen Chow sat opposite him, slowly sipped his tea, and glanced at him sideways.

"Chichi, the way you eat, even if you were given a bowl of plain rice, you'd taste like dragon meat."

Chen Chichi finally managed to swallow a large mouthful of rice, then gulped down a mouthful of soup, letting out a long, comfortable sigh.

"Stephen Chow, you don't understand!"

"This isn't ordinary hunger; it's a thirst from the depths of my soul!"

He pointed at Xiao Chen, his face full of admiration.

"Besides, why don't you let someone else cook these dishes?"

"Will it taste like this?"

"With an Oscar-winning actor as your chef, how could the food not taste delicious?"

"Every bite is an art form!"

Dilraba covered her mouth and laughed. She served Chen Chichi another bowl of rice, then secretly glanced at Xiao Chen.

Under the sunlight, Xiao Chen's profile was clearly defined, and his skin was so white it seemed to glow.

Sweat trickled down his temples, giving him a clean yet sexy youthful air.

She suddenly realized that Chen Chichi was right; just watching the person cooking seemed to elevate the flavor of the meal.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung exchanged a smile; they were already used to Xiao Chen's "all-around" abilities.

From the adorable little kid on set to the internationally renowned superstar he is today, he always seems to be able to do everything to the extreme.

Mei Yanfang picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks, savored it carefully, and then looked at Xiao Chen tenderly.

"Ah Chen, you've worked hard."

"Every time we're with you, we get to enjoy delicious food."