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

The three of them took turns digging, and after a long time, they finally managed to dig a shallow pit just big enough to fit a clump of soil for the sapling.

Place the sapling in, straighten it, fill in the soil, and tamp it down...

After going through all the procedures, the three of them were so tired that they couldn't even straighten their backs.

When they finally planted the first tree, they looked up at the sun and realized that more than an hour had passed.

The three people looked at each other, and each saw despair in the other's eyes.

The time that followed was pure torture for them.

The clumsiness of rowing, the heaviness of carrying heavy loads, the difficulty of digging holes, and the frustration of the saplings always growing crooked after being planted...

The afternoon slipped away quietly amidst this frantic activity and exhaustion.

As the sun set, Xiao Chen and Mei Yanfang had completely renovated the pavilion.

They even leisurely sat down and enjoyed a cup of afternoon tea.

The three tree-planting team, exhausted, managed to plant only a few trees.

With a pained expression, Leslie Cheung weakly extended four fingers.

"Seriously? We've wasted so much time and we've only planted four trees?"

Stephen Chow collapsed under the shade of a tree, staring at the sky with a look of utter despair.

"Stop talking, it's just... exhausting."

Dilraba, the young girl, even had tears in her eyes, and said with a pitiful expression.

Planting trees... is so hard...

Three people, one afternoon, sweating profusely, giving it their all.

The final result was that four trees were successfully planted.

They are now 56 trees short of their initial ambitious goal of "60 trees".

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the hillside a warm orange hue, but it couldn't warm the cold hearts of the three tree-planting team.

Leslie Cheung looked at the few crooked saplings, sighed, and the bitterness on his face was almost overflowing.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead; the sweat mixed with dirt left several disheveled marks on his handsome face.

"Four trees...that's the program's exchange standard. I remember one chicken costs about six trees."

His voice was hoarse, carrying the exhaustion of physical exertion.

Stephen Chow was completely disheveled, sprawled out on the grass in a starfish shape.

Staring blankly at the gradually darkening sky, he answered weakly.

"Six trees and one chicken?"

"Then we can exchange these four for a maximum of four packs of instant noodles, and they have to be the kind without eggs and sausages."

He rolled over, buried his face in the grass, and muffled sounds came out.

"If I had known, I would have just circled around on the boat a few more times."

"At least the afternoon passed by while I was dizzy, but now I'm exhausted, hungry, and have nothing to eat. It's a complete tragedy."

Dilraba was already exhausted, and upon hearing this, her lips trembled.

A sixteen-year-old girl, at the age when she should be concerned about her appearance, was covered in dirt and grime, with mud under her fingernails.

She sniffled and said with a pitiful expression.

"I...I don't want to eat instant noodles."

Leslie Cheung dusted himself off and stood up.

"Ugh."

"Sing-jai, don't scare Dilraba."

There will always be a way.

Even so, he wasn't entirely sure.

……

Meanwhile, in the monitoring room of the Mushroom House, the director was staring intently at the screen.

The expression on his face could only be described as ecstatic.

"Four trees!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"They planted only four!"

He slapped his thigh excitedly, almost jumping off his chair.

Since the show started recording yesterday, he, as the chief director, has had a terrible time.

His envisioned scenario was that on the first day, the celebrity guests would arrive and be at a loss when faced with an empty kitchen.

In the end, they could only humbly ask the production team to lend them ingredients on credit, thus establishing the production team's absolute authority.

The results of it?

Xiao Chen, that freak, led the guests directly to the village entrance and taught the village aunties how to do square dancing.

When the song "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" was played, all the aunties in the village went wild.

Then, all sorts of vegetables, eggs, and even a free-range chicken raised on their own farm were continuously delivered to the Mushroom House.

The IOU he had prepared for the purchase became a worthless piece of paper.

What happened at noon today was even more infuriating.

The guests are all big names in the entertainment industry. They were too tired yesterday and slept in today.

As a result, none of the staff dared to call them, and they could only ask Xiao Chen, who got up early, for help.

As a result, Xiao Chen immediately asked for the ingredients for lunch.

The director felt his blood pressure rise.

They can't refuse to give it to me.

Now, finally!

He finally won a point!

Planting trees is a physically demanding job, let's see what tricks you, Xiao Chen, have up your sleeve!

Four trees in one afternoon, not even enough to trade for a chicken. We'll be starving for dinner!

The director leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face, picked up his teacup, and took a satisfying sip.

He could already imagine how Xiao Chen or Mei Yanfang would come over later, with a hint of helplessness and compromise, to discuss the matter of buying on credit with him.

He gave instructions to the assistant director next to him.

"Prepare the credit slip, and write the terms clearly."

"Working on a single tree is no easy task; let them experience it for themselves tomorrow."

"Okay, director."

The entire directing team was filled with a triumphant and joyful atmosphere.

On the hillside, as the sky grew darker, Leslie Cheung made a decisive decision.

"Dilraba, you have good stamina and run fast, go back to the Mushroom House first."

His tone was serious.

"Tell Ah Chen and Sister Mei that things are not good here. The ingredients for tonight's dinner..."

"They might not be able to redeem it anymore; let them be prepared."

Dilraba nodded vigorously.

"Um!"

She knew how serious the situation was.

The sixteen-year-old girl showed no signs of being spoiled and turned to run towards the Mushroom House.

In the courtyard of the Mushroom House, there is a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

The dilapidated pavilion roof has been renovated, and the rotten wooden beams have been replaced with sturdy new wood.

The joints fit together perfectly, showing the care and skill of the person who made the repair.

Xiao Chen patted the sawdust off his hands. His excessively handsome face was covered with a little dust, but it did not diminish his good looks in the slightest.

Instead, it added a touch of wild and handsome charm.

He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, the setting sun casting dappled shadows on him through the pavilion.

Mei Yanfang came over with two glasses of freshly made lemonade and handed one to Xiao Chen.

She looked at the newly renovated pavilion, her eyes filled with amazement and admiration.

"Ah Chen, your cooking is amazing!"

"More professional than the carpenter we hired."

She praised it sincerely.

"I thought we were going to be tortured by this pavilion this afternoon, but it turned out to be so easy."

Xiao Chen took the water glass, took a sip, and the refreshing lemon flavor filled his mouth.

He leaned against the pavilion pillar, his peach blossom eyes curving into beautiful crescents, his voice filled with a smile.

"Sister Mei, this is nothing. When I was a kid, we had a lot of old furniture at home, and I just figured it out by guessing."