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

Inside the Mushroom House.

Xiao Chen hung up the phone and turned around.

The mischievous smile on that incomparably handsome face had vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

He looked at Anita Mui and Dilraba, who both looked bewildered, shrugged, and spoke in an innocent tone.

"Sister Mei, there's no other way."

"The guests want to eat braised chicken, beer-braised duck, steamed fish, and braised prawns."

Anita Mui: "???"

Dilraba: "???"

Both of their brains went blank at the same time.

Guest?

Order so much?

Are they crazy? We can barely afford to buy new instant noodles!

Xiao Chen seemed oblivious to their shocked expressions and continued speaking slowly.

"The guests ordered so many fancy dishes, we can't let them down, can we?"

He walked over to Mei Yanfang, leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"Go ask the production team for credit."

Just as Mei Yanfang was about to say, "How can this be?", she heard the rest of Xiao Chen's sentence.

"The blame is all on the two of them."

"When they arrive tomorrow, let them pay for the ingredients they used themselves by doing the work themselves."

"Let's just sit and drink tea."

After he finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent.

Mei Yanfang stared blankly at Xiao Chen, her eyes unblinking.

A few seconds later, she finally processed all the information in those words.

puff--

She couldn't help but laugh out loud at first, and then, as if she had hit some huge funny bone.

Unable to control herself any longer, she leaned against a nearby pavilion pillar, laughing so hard she almost cried.

"Hahahaha... Ah Chen!"

"You...you're such a bad boy! But well done!"

She laughed and pointed at Xiao Chen, panting heavily.

"How could I not have thought of that! It's only right to make the person who ordered the food pay off their own debt! Hahahaha..."

Dilraba, who was next to her, also snapped out of her initial daze and opened her mouth into an "O" shape.

She glanced at Mui Yan-fang, who was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight, and then at Xiao Chen, who had an expression that said, "I'm just an ordinary messenger."

Finally, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The grievances and exhaustion I felt earlier vanished instantly.

Xiao Chen is so mean!

But... that felt so satisfying!

In the monitoring room, the director and his team, who had just been gloating, were now frozen in place.

They overheard Xiao Chen and Mei Yanfang's conversation through listening devices.

The faces of all the directors wore expressions that were a mixture of shock, bewilderment, and blankness.

Buying on credit?

The tent was hung on the heads of the new guests?

Should we just let them do the work themselves?

The director's hand, holding a teacup, froze in mid-air, his mouth slightly open, his smile frozen, making him look extremely comical.

He felt his head buzzing.

This...this operation is actually possible?!

He had painstakingly dug the pit, thinking he could bury Xiao Chen and his gang.

As a result, they turned around and pushed the two newcomers who hadn't even arrived into the pit, and then they applauded from the side of the pit.

The assistant director's face was even more unpleasant than a bitter gourd; the document in his hand had just been printed.

The terms and conditions of the Mushroom House's credit agreement, still smelling of ink, now seem incredibly ironic.

"Director Wang... Director Wang..."

His voice trembled.

"Then...then Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming..."

The director remained silent.

What else could he say?

He could only silently light a candle in his heart for the two promising artists in his company.

Child, don't blame us.

If you have to blame someone, blame your predecessors—they were utterly inhuman!

I haven't even had a bite to eat yet, and tomorrow's work... is probably already piling up like a mountain.

Anita Mui's hearty and captivating laughter echoed through the small courtyard, making even the banana leaves by the pavilion seem to tremble.

Dilraba covered her mouth, her bright eyes curving into crescents, her shoulders shrugging, clearly struggling to hold back her laughter.

Xiao Chen looked at Sister Mei, who was laughing so hard she was almost out of breath, but his face remained calm and composed.

But the barely suppressed curve at the corner of his lips betrayed his current mood.

He stretched out his slender fingers and gently tapped Dilraba's smooth forehead, his voice carrying a hint of doting laughter.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Go to the field and call your brother and Stephen Chow back!"

"If we don't come back soon, all our good food will be eaten by others."

When he touched her like that, Dilraba's face turned red instantly, not from shyness, but from excitement.

She nodded emphatically, like a fawn receiving a command, her voice clear and resonant.

"Alright! Brother Xiao Chen, you wait here, I'll call them back right away!"

Before she finished speaking, the girl had already dashed out of the yard like a gust of wind, her ponytail drawing a lively arc in the air as she ran towards the distant ridge of the field.

In those light steps, there was no trace of the previous fatigue and grievance.

He was clearly carrying some incredibly good news to share with his companions.

……

On the other side, in the cornfield designated by the production team.

Leslie Cheung and Stephen Chow are experiencing an unprecedented test in their lives.

The afternoon sun was still scorching, and even though it was almost sunset, the air was still filled with the dry, hot smell of earth and plants.

"Sigh... Ah Rong, why are we doing this to ourselves?"

Stephen Chow plopped down on the edge of the field, took off his straw hat, and frantically fanned his face.

His casual clothes, which he had specially changed into for farming, were now soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his back.

He pointed to the fruits of their labor not far away—five lonely, crooked saplings.

That's right.

After Dilraba left, they painstakingly planted another tree.

"It's been several hours since we finished lunch, and we've only planted a few saplings."

"At this rate, when will we ever get to eat dinner?"

Leslie Cheung was in slightly better condition than him, but his forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat.

He was holding a hoe and was laboriously digging a new hole.

Upon hearing this, he stopped what he was doing, straightened up, and rubbed his sore back.

He smiled helplessly, and a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on his usually elegant face.

"What else can we do?"

"The show's rules are that if you don't work, you don't get to eat."

"Hang in there a little longer, Ah Xing, for the braised pork tonight."

Stephen Chow's expression instantly fell, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Braised pork?"

"With just these five trees, I doubt we can even get a plate of peanuts in return."

As the two were sighing, they saw a small figure rapidly approaching them from a distance.

It's Dilraba.

"Brother! Stephen Chow!"

The girl's clear voice approached from afar, carrying an irrepressible excitement.

Leslie Cheung and Stephen Chow exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

Why is this girl acting like she's on steroids?