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

He wasn't worshipping a god, but perhaps the gods truly heard his heart's desire.

He didn't speak, but the corners of his lips turned up slightly, a faint yet incredibly genuine smile.

It was frozen in the last rays of the setting sun.

That smile held a sense of relief, a sense of cherishing, and boundless anticipation for the future.

At this moment, he is an Oscar-winning actor, a Grammy winner, and a business tycoon with a net worth of hundreds of millions.

But he was just an ordinary person, quietly watching the sunset by the sea and feeling grateful for it.

The night was as dark as ink, gently enveloping the courtyard of the Mushroom House.

The sea breeze dispelled the daytime heat, bringing a touch of salty, damp coolness.

Back in the courtyard, everyone still carried the languor of the beach, but Xiao Chen had already regained his energy.

Instead of rushing to rest, he acted like a tireless host, starting to plan the evening's entertainment.

"It's a rare treat for Stephen Chow and Chi-Chi to come, just eating seafood isn't enough."

As he spoke, he skillfully dragged a brand-new barbecue grill out of the corner.

The movements were fluid and graceful, as if they had been done hundreds of times.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung exchanged a smile, found a bamboo chair, and sat down, their eyes following the busy figure.

In their eyes, this younger brother was almost twenty years younger than them.

Sometimes, however, she acts like an all-powerful patriarch, always managing to arrange everything perfectly.

Dilraba jogged over, wanting to lend a hand.

"Brother Chen, let me help you!"

Xiao Chen didn't even look up, but pointed to a box of charcoal next to him.

"You just need to be beautiful; don't get your hands dirty with these chores."

One sentence made Dilraba's cheeks burn again, and she had no choice but to stand obediently to the side.

Looking at Xiao Chen's handsome profile under the light, so striking it seemed unreal, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

The barbecue grill was set up quickly.

Xiao Chen then pulled out a few small flowerpots and a packet of seeds from somewhere, squatted in a corner of the yard, and started fiddling with them under the light.

Stephen Chow curiously leaned closer.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Chen patted the dirt off his hands and carefully buried a few seeds inside.

"Grow some ingredients."

"Scallions, garlic sprouts, and small red chilies."

"We'll be able to eat soon when the next group of customers arrives."

His tone was as casual as if he were just saying the weather was nice today.

But these words caused a huge uproar when they reached the ears of Zhou Xingchi and Chen Chichi, who had just come over.

This is only the first day of recording!

Has he already planned out the ingredients for the next episode, and even the episode after that?

As night deepened and the aroma of barbecue dissipated, everyone, exhausted yet satisfied, returned to their rooms to sleep.

Chen Chichi lay in bed, feeling so happy he was practically bubbling over.

Seafood feast, beach sunset, and barbecue after dinner... This isn't a place to work, it's a paradise for vacation!

He closed his eyes, a silly smile still on his lips, and soon drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he was sitting on a table full of crayfish, eating with his mouth full of oil.

"Brother Chichi... Brother Chichi..."

In his dazed state, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

Chen Chichi turned over impatiently and muttered something.

"Don't make a fuss, let me have one more..."

"Still eating? The creditors are at the door."

A clear, slightly teasing voice rang in his ears.

Chen Chichi jolted awake and suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, a tall and slender figure stood before the bed.

The faint moonlight outside the window outlined his perfect features; his face was still breathtakingly handsome even in the dim light.

It's Xiao Chen.

Chen Chichi was still a little dazed.

"Chen...Brother Chen? What are you doing here? What time is it?"

Xiao Chen raised his phone, the dim light from the screen illuminating his smiling eyes and the number on the screen—04:00.

"Four o'clock in the morning."

Xiao Chen's voice was light and cheerful.

"Let's go, Brother Chichi, let's go pay off our debts."

"Pay back debts? Pay back what debts?"

Chen Chichi was completely dumbfounded; the crayfish in his dream suddenly lost their appeal.

"Last night's seafood feast!"

Xiao Chen said it as a matter of course.

Chen Chichi's voice suddenly rose, then plummeted to a low pitch after realizing he was still recording, his face contorted in a grimace.

"What?!"

"Wasn't the trash I picked up yesterday enough?"

"Yes." Xiao Chen nodded, his expression innocent and sincere.

Chen Chichi felt a chill run from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head.

He looked at Xiao Chen's harmless-looking handsome face.

For the first time, I felt that there really might be a devil hiding behind an angel's face!

He wanted to rebel, wanted to stay in bed, wanted to throw a tantrum.

But when he met Xiao Chen's smiling eyes, all his struggles vanished.

His eyes seemed to say: Brother, stop struggling, it's no use.

Finally, Chen Chichi, on the verge of tears, climbed out of bed under Xiao Chen's "concerned" gaze.

Dressed and wearing a hat, he looked like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

They slowly made their way to the beach, which looked particularly eerie and terrifying at four in the morning.

……

The next morning, the sun shone brightly.

In the courtyard, Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui were leisurely enjoying their morning tea, while Dilraba watered the seedlings that Xiao Chen had planted. Everything seemed so peaceful and serene.

Breakfast was made by Xiao Chen: simple white porridge, fried eggs, and a few refreshing side dishes, yet it exuded an enticing aroma.

Just then, a staggering figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Chen Chichi is back.

His hair was disheveled, with a few pieces of seaweed stuck to it, and his face was filled with despair.

He was carrying a large garbage bag full of plastic bottles and packaging bags, and he looked as if he had been soaked in seawater all night and then dried out by the wind.

"puff……"

Stephen Chow was the first to lose his temper and almost spat out his soy milk.

Leslie Cheung chuckled, put down his teacup, waved to Chen Chichi, and teased him leisurely.

"Hey, Chichi, you went to the underwater dragon palace for a banquet again last night?"

"Why does it look like we've been kicked out by the Dragon King?"

Chen Chichi's eyes were lifeless. He threw the trash bag on the ground and slumped into the chair, too exhausted to even speak.

"I...I'll never eat seafood again..."

He groaned weakly.

Xiao Chen carried a bowl of hot porridge over and placed it in front of him, his handsome face full of concern.

"You've worked hard, Brother Chi. Eat up, it's still hot."

Looking at the face of the "culprit" before him, Chen Chichi was filled with grief and indignation.

I can't beat him in a fight, and I can't bring myself to curse him... I can't bring myself to do it when I look at his face.

He could only channel his grief and anger into his appetite, picking up the bowl and slurping down the entire bowl of porridge.

Breakfast was spent amidst everyone's warm "consolation" and merciless ridicule of Chen Chichi.

After lunch, it was time for Stephen Chow, as a guest star, to leave.

Unlike the other guests who went through the motions and exchanged a few polite words, he hugged and said goodbye to everyone one by one.

He patted Leslie Cheung on the shoulder, then exchanged a smile with Anita Mui, everything understood without words.