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

Xiao Chen looked at the three lunchboxes lined up in front of him, his temples throbbing.

This commotion has been going on for several days now.

He has one head and two big heads.

"Sister Honey, Sister Sugar, Sister Shi Shi."

He raised his hands in surrender, a helpless, bitter smile on his handsome face.

"I really can't eat that much. Look at my back. If I keep eating, the wires won't be able to hold me up."

He had intended to defuse this sweet crisis with a joke.

To everyone's surprise, the three women weren't buying it at all.

Yang Mi was the first to retort, her almond-shaped eyes widening in surprise.

"That won't do!"

"You're so tired from filming every day, how will you replenish your energy if you don't eat more!"

Tang Yan's eyes were filled with heartache.

"Yeah, look how thin you've gotten."

"How can the boxed lunches on set compare to homemade meals?"

Liu Shishi remained concise, only saying one sentence.

"You must eat it."

Seeing that his protests were ineffective, Xiao Chen was preparing to use his trump card.

He announced that from now on he would only eat the crew's boxed meals and share the joys and sorrows with everyone.

Unexpectedly, the three women had already engaged in a fierce exchange of glances.

In the end, it was Yang Mi, with her decisive personality, who made the final decision.

"Alright, stop arguing!"

She looked around, exuding an aura of authority.

"From now on, I'll be in charge of Xiao Chen's breakfast, Tangtang will be in charge of lunch, and Shishi will be in charge of dinner!"

"It's settled then!"

Tang Yan and Liu Shishi exchanged a glance and surprisingly nodded in unison, indicating their agreement.

A war without gunfire was thus resolved in a bizarre way, resulting in a peace agreement.

Throughout the entire process, Xiao Chen, as the person involved, didn't even have a chance to interject.

???

He was completely dumbfounded.

No child.

When you discuss my meals, don't you need to ask for my opinion?

Am I just a heartless eating machine?

From then on, a scene appeared on the film set that saddened everyone who heard about it and brought tears to their eyes.

Every morning, as soon as Xiao Chen arrives at the dressing room, Yang Mi's steaming hot breakfast is already delivered on time.

At noon, no matter where Xiao Chen was filming, Tang Yan would magically appear with a nutritionally balanced lunch.

When he finished work in the evening, Liu Shishi would quietly place his light dinner next to his chair.

The male staff members on set, from the director to the production assistants, were practically green with envy.

"Heavens above! Earth below! Is there no justice left in this world?!"

"We're both working people, so why does Xiao Chen get Michelin three-star meals while we're stuck with greasy boxed lunches?"

"You can't be envious of him; he's Xiao Chen, after all."

"Waaaaah, I admit I'm jealous. Not just jealous of his food, but also jealous of the person who brings him the food..."

Lin Zicong, who plays Mao Mao, would bring his chicken leg lunchbox to Xiao Chen's side every day.

He stared longingly at the delicious food in front of him, his mouth watering.

"Brother Chen, are you looking for any more brothers?"

"The kind where you can freeload a meal."

Xiao Chen was both amused and exasperated, and could only share some of his uneaten food with him, which caused another round of howls from those around them.

Huo Jianhua, on the other hand, often leaned against a pillar not far away, with an expression that said, "I've seen through everything," shaking his head.

"Tsk tsk, Xiao Chen's romantic entanglements are much more difficult to deal with than the demons in our Shushan Demon Locking Tower."

Xiao Chen was fully aware of all of this.

After many years, they reunited in the entertainment industry, and the friendship they shared was no longer just that of siblings.

That fervor, adoration, and possessiveness were almost overflowing.

All he could do was carefully maintain the balance and prevent either side from getting hurt.

After all, the palms and backs of your hands are all flesh.

The days passed by in this sweet yet slightly burdensome feeding routine.

The filming progressed rapidly, and the winter chill grew stronger.

Red lanterns and festive paper-cut window decorations are beginning to adorn every corner of the film studio, signaling that the New Year's atmosphere is just around the corner.

On the 29th day of the Lunar New Year, Xiao Chen received a call from his agent, Wang Jinhua.

"Aunt Hua."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Jin spoke quickly and efficiently, his voice revealing a sense of competence.

"Xiao Chen, everything's been arranged for the Spring Festival Gala."

"After you finish filming tonight, I'll have a car pick you up and take you back to Beijing. We'll go to the TV station for rehearsal first thing tomorrow morning."

Xiao Chen replied.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Aunt Hua."

After hanging up the phone, he asked the director for leave and explained the situation to Yang Mi and the other two.

Yang Mi's eyes lit up instantly, brighter than the stars in the sky.

"The Spring Festival Gala!?"

"That's fantastic! You're going to show off your incredible handsomeness to the whole nation!"

Tang Yan looked concerned and gently gave him instructions.

"It's very cold in Beijing right now, wear more clothes so you don't catch a cold."

Liu Shishi looked at him, her clear eyes reflecting his image, and spoke softly.

"We'll be watching you on TV."

Their eyes held pride, blessings, and an indescribable sense of loss.

The little boy who once needed their protection has long since ascended to a stage they can only look up to.

He flew higher and higher, farther and farther.

All they could do seemed to be stand still and silently watch his radiant figure from behind.

……

The next day was Lunar New Year's Eve.

Beijing, a night for families to reunite.

Xiao Chen did not return home, but instead appeared at CCTV's Studio One.

The last time he stood on that stage, he was only three years old.

Wearing a red Tang suit, she sang "The Little Insects Fly" in a childlike voice.

Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

That little kid from back then has now grown into a tall and handsome young man.

Bearing the aura of an Oscar-winning actor, he is about to return to that place of great acclaim.

The backstage area of ​​CCTV's Studio One is a sea of ​​noise and excitement.

This place gathers the most outstanding talents from all over China.

Each of these names alone is enough to send fans into a frenzy of screaming.

Today, Xiao Chen wore only a simple black turtleneck sweater, with a neatly tailored gray cashmere coat over it.

It was an ordinary outfit, but on him, it exuded the aura of a fashion show.

A suppressed commotion arose from the crowd.

"Xiao Chen!"

"Xiao Chen is here!"

"I finally got to see him in person today, and he's even more handsome than I expected."

"Could we go up and ask him for an autograph later?"

Countless eyes turned towards them.

Those celebrities who were chatting and laughing with others just a moment ago all stopped talking at this moment.

My gaze was completely drawn to the boy who was walking slowly towards me.

A cheerful and loud voice rang out.

"Xiao Chen, over here!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Teacher Zhao Benshan waving at Xiao Chen, his face showing undisguised affection.

Several disciples surrounded him, all of whom were now looking at Xiao Chen respectfully.

Xiao Chen quickened his pace and bowed slightly.

"Hello, Mr. Benshan."