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

He simply shrugged casually, looking completely unconcerned.

"Oh, then never mind."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the lounge chair in the yard, looking like he was about to sunbathe and take a nap.

"Then you guys just keep waiting. I think Sister Mei and the others can sleep until three or four in the afternoon without any problem."

"..."

The director stood frozen in place, completely dumbfounded.

He watched Xiao Chen's leisurely figure from behind, then glanced at the quiet rooms on the monitor.

I almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Threat!

This is a blatant threat!

However, he simply couldn't do anything about Xiao Chen.

Are you suggesting the guests sleep until the afternoon?

So all the footage we shot today consisted of sleeping.

If the program airs, won't it be drowned in the spittle of the audience?

His career as the chief director came to an end there.

On one side is the production team's so-called bottom line, and on the other side is the life or death of the entire program.

The director was torn between his inner thoughts and his own mind.

The assistant director next to him nudged him and whispered words of advice.

"Director, let it go, it's just enough ingredients for one lunch, just give it to him..."

"Yeah, director, compared to throwing the show out of the loop, what's a little bit of food..."

"Teacher Xiao Chen is doing this for the good of the show..."

Listening to the advice in his ear, the director's face turned pale and then red.

Finally, he deflated like a punctured balloon, his shoulders slumping.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"Give it to me! I'll give it to you!"

Xiao Chen, who was on the recliner, heard this and sat up with satisfaction.

He gave an OK sign in the direction of the production team, a victorious smile on his face.

"make a deal!"

All the staff breathed a sigh of relief in front of the monitor.

Xiao Chen walked into the house with light steps.

He first went to the door of Leslie Cheung's room, but instead of knocking, he gently pushed it open a crack.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps, revealing a bulge on the bed.

Xiao Chen cleared his throat and began to hum softly in an extremely gentle tone, with a touch of Peking Opera recitation.

"In dreams, unaware of being a guest, one indulges in fleeting pleasures..."

In the room, Leslie Cheung, who had been sleeping soundly, trembled his long eyelashes.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still somewhat hazy, and heard that familiar, teasing singing style.

He was taken aback at first, then laughed helplessly.

Besides Xiao Chen, that little rascal, who else could it be?

He sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and called out towards the door.

"Ah Chen, stop singing, your brother's getting up."

Get one sorted out.

Xiao Chen smiled, pushed open the door, mouthed "see you outside" to him, and then quietly closed the door.

Next, we see Anita Mui and Dilraba's room.

This one is a bit more difficult.

Xiao Chen thought for a moment, then went to the kitchen instead of going in, and took out a bottle of chilled orange juice from the refrigerator.

I poured myself a glass and grabbed a small loaf of bread.

He carried the tray and gently knocked on the door.

"Sister Mei, are you up?"

"I've prepared breakfast for you."

Anita Mui's languid voice, thick with a nasal tone, drifted from the room.

"What time is it...?"

Xiao Chen's voice was tinged with laughter.

"It's 11:15, the sun's already high in the sky."

"If you don't get up soon, your little Dilraba will go hungry!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a rustling sound was heard in the room, followed by Reba's indistinct muttering.

"Hungry... for food..."

Anita Mui's indulgent laughter rang out.

"Alright, alright, I know you're hungry, I'll get up now."

The door opened, and Anita Mui appeared in her pajamas, her hair slightly disheveled, but this did not diminish her elegance in the slightest.

She took the tray from Xiao Chen and gave him a reproachful glare.

"You're always coming up with all sorts of tricks."

Xiao Chen said with a grin.

"The main concern is that our little sister might go hungry."

On the bed, Dilraba covered her head with the blanket, only revealing her large, clear eyes.

It stared longingly at the bread and orange juice in Mei Yanfang's hand, like a little hamster waiting to be fed.

Finally, there's Stephen Chow's room.

This is the final boss.

Everyone on the staff, including the director, was on tenterhooks, their eyes glued to the monitor.

Xiao Chen walked up to Zhou Xingchi's door without knocking or saying a word.

He simply took his phone out of his pocket, found an audio file, turned the volume up to the maximum, and stuck the phone against the door panel.

The next second, an extremely mesmerizing and familiar laugh echoed throughout the entire Mushroom House.

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha..."

That's Stephen Chow's most classic laugh in the movie.

Everyone in front of the monitor froze instantly.

What the hell!

Is that even possible?!

Try to wake up Stephen Chow himself using his laughter?

That was such a flashy move!

The director's lips twitched violently.

He could already foresee that the next second, Stephen Chow would kick open the door and rush out wielding a forty-meter-long broadsword...

However, the expected storm did not materialize.

The maniacal laughter continued to play on a loop in the room.

About half a minute later, the door creaked open from the inside.

Stephen Chow stood at the door with messy, unkempt hair and a wrinkled T-shirt, looking sleepy.

He stared at Xiao Chen, who was holding up his phone and smiling broadly at the door, and paused for three seconds.

Then, instead of getting angry, he laughed.

He pointed at Xiao Chen, his face a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"You little rascal... really..."

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence; he could only shake his head and amuse himself.

In front of the monitor, the director and all the staff had their jaws practically dropped to the floor.

That... solves it?

Where is the legendary hellish level of morning grumpiness?

Where's the tyrant on set I was promised?

Why is she so docile in front of Xiao Chen, like a cat whose fur has been stroked?

This is so illogical!

……

Half an hour later, all the guests had finished washing up and were sitting at the dining table in the courtyard, feeling refreshed.

Leslie Cheung drank the tea brewed by Xiao Chen and asked curiously.

"Ah Chen, what kind of deal did you make with the director that made him let you in to call us?"

Xiao Chen smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice.

"I told him that I could help, but he had to take care of all the ingredients for lunch today."

puff--

Stephen Chow almost spat out his tea.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung exchanged a smile, their eyes full of approval.

Mei Yanfang, Chong Xiaochen, and Xiao Chen gave a thumbs up.

"Well done!"

Leslie Cheung couldn't stop laughing.

"You little fox, Director Wang is probably going to be so angry he'll get internal injuries."

At only sixteen years old, Dilraba tilted her head, still a little confused.

She frowned her delicate brows, thought about it seriously for a moment, and then her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had discovered a new continent.

"Brother Xiao Chen."

She looked at Xiao Chen with a serious expression, seeking confirmation.

"Does that mean we'll get free lunch every day if we sleep until noon?"