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

Even Dilraba, who is usually quiet, couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh until her eyes crinkled.

Although it was a joke, it completely enlivened the atmosphere.

Leslie Cheung raised his enamel mug containing cooled boiled water.

"Alright, alright, stop complaining."

"Come on, brothers and sisters of the thieves' den, let's have a drink!"

Let's have a drink!

Several cups, including Stephen Chow's, clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Although the cup contained only ordinary boiled water, at this moment, amidst the aroma of food filling the courtyard and the laughter of friends, it was a truly special occasion.

It is more intoxicating than any top-quality wine.

After clinking glasses, the hungry crowd had no time to talk anymore.

The battle has officially begun.

Dinner tonight was actually very simple: steamed fish, the fish meat was so tender it melted in your mouth.

A plate of Kung Pao Chicken, sweet, sour, spicy, and savory, with tender chicken and crispy peanuts.

There were also several stir-fried seasonal vegetables, with a fresh, sweet taste from being just picked from the field.

The most ordinary home-cooked dishes have a breathtakingly delicious flavor.

While being hungry all day was certainly a factor, the more important reason was the long-lost warmth and comfort of home cooking.

This food was cooked in a wood-fired earthen stove, giving it a natural, slightly charred aroma.

It's a taste that the gas stoves in those upscale restaurants in the city can never replicate.

In addition, Xiao Chen's culinary skills are comparable to those of a top chef...

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung were practically whirlwinds, barely having time to speak as they wielded their chopsticks at lightning speed.

His eyes were fixed on the remaining food on the plate, as if the person sitting next to him was not a longtime friend, but an irreconcilable enemy.

Dilraba was a little reserved at first.

This meal was made by Brother Xiao Chen himself!

She carefully picked up a small mouthful of rice, paired it with a little bit of vegetable sauce, and savored it slowly in her mouth, her face beaming with happiness.

She couldn't bear to eat too quickly, wanting to prolong this feeling of happiness indefinitely.

Seeing how she cherished her food like a little hamster, Xiao Chen couldn't help but chuckle and reached out to tap the rim of her bowl.

"If we don't eat now, they'll really snatch it all up."

A single sentence awakened the person from their dream.

When Dilraba looked up, she found that more than half of the Kung Pao Chicken was gone, and the steamed fish was just a skeleton!

God!

A sense of crisis instantly overcame her girlish heart.

She didn't care about being reluctant to part with the vegetables and immediately joined the frenzy of buying them, her small body displaying astonishing fighting power.

For a moment, only the sounds of bowls and chopsticks clattering and chewing filled the courtyard.

Stephen Chow, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but twitch his lips as he watched this scene.

He muttered to himself.

These people are such good actors!

Although he admitted that Xiao Chen was indeed a likable kid.

But is it really necessary to act so exaggeratedly in front of the camera just to promote him?

Still fighting over vegetables?

As for?

With this skeptical attitude, he scooped up a large spoonful of his special "Heartbreak Rice" with a skeptical eye.

The char siu is a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat, glistening with a glossy sheen from being soaked in a secret sauce, while the soft-boiled egg yolk is slightly runny.

Wrap it around the rice underneath, which has been stained amber by the sauce.

He put that spoonful of rice into his mouth.

boom--

In that instant, Stephen Chow felt as if an atomic bomb had been detonated on his taste buds.

The savory aroma of char siu, the sweet and umami of the sauce, the rich flavor of the soft-boiled egg, the soft and sticky rice, and that just-right hint of char siu...

All the flavors blend perfectly in the mouth, layer upon layer, finally weaving together into a surging torrent of taste.

It shot straight to the top of the head!

This...this is no longer just delicious.

This is... breathtaking!

This is truly a heart-wrenching meal!

Stephen Chow froze, the spoon in his hand hovering in mid-air, and he couldn't help but exclaim loudly.

"It's delicious!"

"How can it taste so good!"

He suddenly understood why Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung were fighting over the vegetables.

If it were him, he would have stolen it too!

No, he can take the whole pot away!

The next second, Stephen Chow's acting urge surged up without warning, like a volcanic eruption!

He jumped up from the stone bench, his hands trembling as he held the rice bowl.

The expression on her face changed from shock to bewilderment, then to ecstasy, and finally turned into two lines of clear tears rolling down her cheeks.

He raised his head and cried out in a sobbing, aria-like voice.

"Why! Why did you have to let me eat such a delicious bowl of rice!"

"What will I do if I can't eat this anymore?"

As he spoke, he forcefully shoveled rice into his bowl, his movements exaggerated and his expression pained.

It was as if they weren't eating food, but some kind of poison that brought them life and death.

"The juices of this char siu are sealed inside the fibers, like rivers flowing into the sea; the tendons inside are broken by internal force, making it melt in your mouth!"

"And this rice, it has absorbed the essence of the char siu, paired with this half-cooked poached egg."

"Wow! This taste is absolutely divine! So incredibly delicious!"

"It's absolutely astonishing, enough to make even the gods weep!"

His sudden performance completely stunned the other three people who were engrossed in their food.

After a brief silence.

Hahahaha!

The deafening laughter nearly lifted the roof off the entire courtyard.

Anita Mui laughed until tears streamed down her face, pointing at him breathlessly.

"Ah Xing! That's enough!"

Leslie Cheung laughed so hard he lay face down on the table, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Stephen Chow's impromptu performance perfectly replicated the classic scene in "The God of Cookery" where the female judge was overwhelmed with joy after eating the "Heartbreak Meal".

That essence, that spirit, it's as if I were there in person.

This laughter and banter brought the atmosphere of the dinner to its peak.

After a hearty meal, the dishes and cups were left in disarray.

Everyone slumped in their chairs, patting their round bellies with satisfied expressions.

However, happy times are always short-lived.

A very real problem has been presented to everyone.

Who will wash the dishes?

Mei Yanfang was the first to turn her gaze to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen looked back at him calmly, shrugged, and said that he had already cooked the meal. According to the rules of the Mushroom House, the person who cooks does not have to wash the dishes.

This reason is irrefutable.

And so, the eyes of Anita Mui, Leslie Cheung, Stephen Chow, and Dilraba met in mid-air, sparks flying.

Leslie Cheung made the suggestion.

Let's play rock-paper-scissors.

"good!"

"no problem!"

The four people stood up and formed a circle, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

In the first round, Anita Mui and Dilraba chose scissors, while Leslie Cheung and Stephen Chow both chose paper.

Mei Yanfang safely reached the shore. She whistled triumphantly, sat back in her chair, and prepared to watch the show.

Now, only the ultimate showdown between Leslie Cheung and Stephen Chow remains.

Both of them became extremely serious, as if this was not a simple game of rock-paper-scissors, but a high-stakes gamble that would determine the fate of their lives.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

Leslie Cheung played cloth.

Stephen Chow, a stone was produced.

The result is obvious.