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

Leslie Cheung looked at the pile of firewood with a sense of existential doubt.

Living in the city, they're already considered quite good if they know how to turn on a natural gas stove.

Are you suggesting they start a fire with firewood now?

This is absolutely maddening.

The three people looked at each other in bewilderment.

A profound sense of helplessness instantly enveloped the Mushroom House.

Just then.

Xiao Chen, who had been silent until now, moved.

He strode forward and headed straight for the corner of the yard.

In the corner were some heavy wooden stakes piled up, and next to them stood a rusty axe.

Xiao Chen bent down and picked up the heavy axe with one hand.

His movements were as effortless as lifting a feather.

"Xiao Chen, what are you doing?"

Leslie Cheung was startled and immediately cried out.

"That axe is heavy, be careful not to hurt your hand!"

These are the hands of an Oscar-winning actor.

These hands have also held Grammy Awards, making them incredibly precious.

If Wang Jinhua hurts her hand while chopping wood, she'll probably fly all the way from Beijing to dismantle the production crew.

The production crew immediately moved their cameras in that direction.

The close-up shot was fixed on Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen stepped on the wooden stake with one foot.

He turned slightly to the side, his smooth muscle lines faintly visible beneath his shirt.

next second.

He raised his axe and brought it down.

With a crisp, sharp crack, the thick wooden stake split in two.

The cut was surprisingly clean.

The director behind the camera swallowed hard.

The cameraman's hand trembled slightly.

That movement was perfect.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

Xiao Chen did not pause.

Click!

Click!

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his profile, and on that outrageously handsome face, there was no sweat, only a calm and serene expression.

In just a few minutes.

A small pile of dry firewood was neatly stacked on the ground.

Xiao Chen straightened up.

He patted the sawdust off his hands, held the axe in one hand, and smiled slightly at Leslie Cheung.

That smile, paired with his flawless face, was absolutely captivating.

"Fire, here it comes."

Xiao Chen's voice was clear and bright, with a unique magnetism characteristic of young people.

Leslie Cheung's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Anita Mui's eyes widened in surprise.

"Xiao Chen, you... have practiced?"

Xiao Chen did not answer.

He simply bent down, picked up the firewood, and turned to walk back into the kitchen.

Stuff the bottom of the stove with fine wood chips.

Then add some thicker firewood.

He took a match out of his pocket and struck it with a hiss.

A tiny flame was thrown into the stove.

He bent down slightly and gently blew a few breaths towards the stove.

The movements were frighteningly practiced.

The flames shot up instantly.

The orange-red firelight reflected on Xiao Chen's perfect face, adding a touch of human warmth.

Anita Mui was completely convinced.

She squatted by the stove, looking at Xiao Chen as if he were an alien.

"You little brat, tell me the truth."

"How exactly did you learn that?"

"You've been acting since you were a child, living a life of luxury. Do you think Sister Ye and Sister Hua would let you do this?"

Xiao Chen added a thick piece of firewood to the stove.

He clapped his hands and stood up.

Of course, you can't say that you learned it when you were an extra in your previous life.

In my past life, I was filming in those deep mountains and forests. The crew's boxed lunches were cold, and if you wanted something hot, you had to learn how to start a fire yourself.

Those years of struggle at the bottom have now become his all-around medal.

Xiao Chen turned around.

He looked at Mui Yim-fong, whose face was full of thirst for knowledge, and his eyes slightly turned up, revealing a sly look.

"you guess."

Two light and airy words.

Yet it carries a lazy sense of humor.

Mei Yanfang rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"You little rascal, trying to act mysterious with me."

Xiao Chen smiled.

He walked slowly to the pool and washed his hands.

Then, he stood in front of the cutting board and picked up the heavy kitchen knife.

"Brother, let's remove the fish scales."

Xiao Chen didn't even look up, and spoke calmly.

Leslie Cheung was stunned for a moment.

He pointed to his nose.

"I?"

Xiao Chen gave the order as a matter of course.

"Okay, make sure it's clean."

Leslie Cheung smiled helplessly.

Looking across the entire entertainment industry, probably only Xiao Chen would dare to so brazenly order him around washing vegetables and scaling them.

Ironically, he actually found it quite enjoyable.

After all, in their eyes, Xiao Chen was like their own younger brother.

Moreover, now that the head chef is in place, those of them who are assisting him will naturally have to follow orders.

"Alright, Chef Xiao, I'll get on it right away."

Leslie Cheung rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the fish, and deftly went into the yard to prepare it.

"Sister Mei, wash the vegetables."

Xiao Chen's voice rang out again.

"Peel the onions while you're at it."

Anita Mui laughed heartily.

"Yes, Master Chef!"

She lifted her skirt and squatted down by the basin to start picking vegetables.

Dilraba nestled close to Xiao Chen, her big eyes filled with admiration.

"Brother Xiao Chen, what am I doing?"

Xiao Chen looked down at the sixteen-year-old girl.

The little girl was beautiful, with bright, exotic eyes.

He reached out and gently poked Dilraba's forehead.

Go wash the dishes.

Dilraba responded crisply and happily ran off to wash the dishes.

"Okay!"

In a short time.

Inside the small mushroom house, a lively atmosphere was in full swing.

In the kitchen.

Xiao Chen skillfully sliced ​​the pork belly.

The knife work was so fast that the afterimage was almost invisible.

The slices of meat, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, are of uniform thickness and neatly arranged on the plate.

In the monitoring room.

The director and screenwriter were dumbfounded once again.

"How come this kid can do everything?"

The assistant director rubbed his eyes.

"Start a fire, chop wood, cook, cut vegetables..."

"This is hardly the pampered superstar she's been through!"

"This person is practically a seasoned country shopper!"

The director gripped the walkie-talkie, his expression incredibly complex.

They originally thought that bringing these high-profile celebrities to the countryside would allow them to make fools of themselves.

The real highlight of the show is seeing them scratching their heads in frustration as they try to start a fire and cook.

The results of it?

Big stars certainly wouldn't.

However, they have an all-around capable Xiao Chen!

Xiao Chen alone completely neutralized the difficulty that the production team had carefully designed.

What made the directing team feel even more helpless was...

Xiao Chen instructed Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui to do the work, and these two big sisters and big brothers in the music and film industries did not show the slightest displeasure.

On the contrary, they cooperated perfectly.

The family atmosphere was wonderful.

"A bombshell! This is another major bombshell!"

The screenwriter was writing rapidly in his notebook while excitedly shouting.

"A superstar washes vegetables and scales fish; an Oscar-winning actor transforms into a charming culinary master!"

"The audience will absolutely love watching this!"

The director was also laughing uncontrollably, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"Teacher Xiao Chen brings his own entertainment value."

"Let's see how Stephen Chow plans to handle this when he gets here."

"I always felt that these people together would create more laughs."

……

at this time.

The setting sun had completely sunk below the horizon.

As night fell, the barking of dogs echoed throughout the village.

Village entrance.