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

A black minivan slowly came to a stop.

The car door opened.

A middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap and casual clothes got off the bus.

Stephen Chow.

He is undoubtedly the king of comedy in the Chinese film industry.

At this time, his hair was already somewhat gray.

He stood at the village entrance in the darkness, looking at the winding, rugged dirt road in front of him, somewhat bewildered.

Just now.

He even called the production team while he was in the car.

He deliberately ordered a "Heartbreak Rice".

According to Stephen Chow, this so-called "Back to Field" is probably no different from other variety shows in China.

It's nothing more than a show.

They claim to be experiencing life and being self-reliant, but behind the scenes they've probably hired professional chefs and even a whole bunch of assistants and bodyguards.

Chopping wood and cooking? It's all just for show in front of the camera.

That's why he deliberately set a difficult problem for himself.

The "Heartbreakingly Delicious Rice" (a dish that evokes a sense of profound sorrow and loss).

This is a scene from a movie.

He wanted to see how the production team could recreate the flavors from his movies using a simple rural kitchen.

Stephen Chow was just about to turn around and get his luggage from the trunk.

boom--!

The door of the van slammed shut behind him.

Stephen Chow was taken aback.

Before he could react, the van started its engine, turned around, and sped away.

The exhaust fumes sprayed all over Stephen Chow's face.

Stephen Chow stood there, stunned.

A cold wind blew through the old locust tree at the village entrance, making a whistling sound.

He was carrying a suitcase, and his eyes, hidden beneath his baseball cap, were filled with astonishment.

gone?

The production crew just dumped him at the entrance of a deserted village and drove off?

"Hello!"

Stephen Chow called out tentatively.

No one responded to him.

Only a few chirps of insects came from the distant grass.

The cameraman stood at a distance, silently setting up his equipment, the lens pointed at him, but he didn't say a word.

Stephen Chow was completely dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Does he really have to carry his own luggage in there?

The key is.

Where exactly is that Mushroom House?

There wasn't even anyone to give directions!

Stephen Chow looked down at the casual shoes on his feet.

Then he looked at the bumpy, muddy country road in front of him.

He took a deep breath.

Is this production team serious?

Stephen Chow stood there for a full three minutes.

The night wind, carrying the mixed scents of earth and vegetation, made his clothes flutter and left his mind blank.

He, the King of Comedy, has dominated the film industry for decades. What kind of scenes hasn't he seen?

This is definitely the first time that the production crew has ever dumped a car in a dark village entrance.

Outrageous!

This variety show is a bit too wild.

He looked down at the expensive suitcase in his hand.

Then I looked up at the dirt road that seemed like the gaping maw of a giant beast in the night, its bottom unseen.

The road surface is full of potholes and uneven; if it had rained during the day, it would definitely be covered in mud by now.

He could even imagine the unpleasant slurping sound his designer casual shoes would make when he stepped into them.

The cameraman in the distance looked like a wooden stake.

Ask him?

Forget it.

Stephen Chow pulled down his hat brim; he knew all too well the tricks of these variety shows.

The cameraman is just a tool; you absolutely won't get a single word out of him.

What else can we do?

Just go by yourself.

He sighed resignedly, picked up his suitcase with one hand, and took out his phone from his pocket with the other, turning on the flashlight function.

A pale beam of light pierced the darkness, illuminating a small area ahead.

It also illuminated the countless swarming mosquitoes and the despairing road conditions beneath their feet.

Stephen Chow's face instantly fell.

He took one step at a time, carefully stepping onto the path.

The wheels of the box couldn't roll on the mud, so it had to be carried the whole time.

The weight was so heavy, it felt like it was pulling him down.

After walking for about ten minutes, Stephen Chow's arms started to ache and he was sweating.

How big is this village exactly?

Where exactly is that so-called mushroom house hidden?

As he walked, he cursed the production team in his mind.

What do you mean "Back to Field"? This is clearly "Man vs. Wild"!

If he had known this would happen, he would have ordered Buddha Jumps Over the Wall over the phone and let them have a good time making it!

……

Unlike the bleak wind and rain at the village entrance, the mushroom house was warm, peaceful, and filled with fragrance.

In the small kitchen, Xiao Chen stood in front of the stove, his expression focused.

His spatula flew through the air, his movements fluid and graceful, not like he was cooking, but rather like he was creating an elegant work of art.

In the pot was the last dish, the "Heartbreak Rice" that Stephen Chow had ordered.

This dish is actually Hong Kong-style char siu rice, which needs to be cooked in a clay pot. The most important thing is how good the char siu is.

At the kitchen doorway, Leslie Cheung, Anita Mui, and sixteen-year-old Dilraba huddled together, peering through the door frame.

Three pairs of eyes, filled with the same emotion—shock.

Dilraba, being the youngest, couldn't hide her feelings. She unconsciously swallowed and exclaimed softly.

"Oh My God……"

"Brother Xiao Chen, did you take over New Oriental?"

She originally thought that when Xiao Chen said he could cook, he could only cook instant noodles or make scrambled eggs with tomatoes at most.

After all, he was only nineteen years old.

How could I possibly study cooking?

This unscientific!

But the facts are right in front of us.

The large wooden dining table in the courtyard was already laden with delicious-looking dishes.

The steamed fish is tender and white, garnished with shredded scallions and ginger.

The Kung Pao Chicken is bright red and tempting, exuding a sweet and sour aroma.

The Mapo Tofu is piping hot and spicy, sprinkled with chopped scallions, making it a lovely green.

There was also a pot of golden corn and pork rib soup, steaming hot.

Every dish looks like it was served directly from the kitchen of a five-star hotel.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui exchanged a glance, both seeing a deep sense of disbelief in each other's eyes.

They had known Xiao Chen for a longer time and understood better just how extraordinary this young man was.

But today, their understanding was still challenged.

Leslie Cheung leaned against the door frame, his tone tinged with emotion.

"Xiao Chen".

"Is there anything you can't do?"

He was worried in the afternoon that with these big stars together, they might end up eating raw cucumbers for dinner.

As a result, Xiao Chen took care of everything all by himself.

The rest of them could only lend a hand, handing over a plate or peeling garlic.

Most of the time, I can only be a bystander, like I am now.

Mei Yanfang crossed her arms and watched Xiao Chen's skillful movements with eyes full of approval and affection.

"This child has always been easy to take care of since he was little."

She said with a smile, her tone revealing undisguised pride.

Xiao Chen listened to their conversation, just smiled, and didn't turn around.

He covered the pot with the lid and turned the heat to low to simmer.

The pot was making a "bubbling" sound, like a beautiful symphony.