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

Although Dilraba was a little reluctant, she always listened to Xiao Chen's words.

When Xiao Chen told her not to eat, she obediently withdrew her hand and instead picked up a piece of steamed fish.

"Okay, Brother Xiao Chen!"

She nodded obediently, her eyes still filled with longing for the crayfish, but she didn't reach out again.

However, apart from Dilraba, the other guests were not so polite when faced with this pot of delicious-looking crayfish.

Leslie Cheung elegantly picked up a shrimp, peeled off the shell, dipped it in the broth, and put it in his mouth.

"Mmm, it tastes really good."

He sighed in admiration, his eyes filled with enjoyment.

Anita Mui's sister, Fong, was not to be outdone. She liked spicy food, so she picked up even more food than Leslie Cheung and ate with great relish.

"Xiao Chen, your cooking skills are practically Michelin chef level!"

She praised it with a smile.

Although Stephen Chow had no expression, the crayfish shells in his bowl were piled higher than anyone else's, clearly showing that he also loved them.

Even Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming, though they had a vague feeling that something was wrong, couldn't resist the temptation of the food and joined everyone in indulging.

Each of them had a chopstick, and in no time, the pot of crayfish was visibly reduced.

At first, people just thought that the crayfish tasted a bit special, with a mellow wine aroma that made the spicy flavor more layered.

However, as they ate, things started to go wrong.

Apart from Dilraba, everyone's face began to flush with an abnormal redness.

Their eyes gradually became unfocused, and their voices grew louder and louder, becoming incoherent.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui were enjoying their meal when suddenly, Anita Mui tripped and stepped onto the chair next to them.

She was still holding chopsticks in her hand, using them as a microphone, her eyes glazed yet full of passion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, fans!"

Her voice was loud and clear, with a captivating stage presence.

"Tonight, my good friend Leslie Cheung and I will be here to present a performance for everyone..."

"An unprecedented concert!"

After she finished speaking, she reached out her hand to Leslie Cheung.

Leslie Cheung seemed to be infected as well; he also stepped onto the chair in a flash, swung his chopsticks with a flourish, and moved with a dashing air.

"Come on, Anita! Let's sing!"

Then, the two of them started singing "Peerless Beauty" back and forth.

Although their singing was a bit off-key, their dedication and chemistry were still touching.

But at this moment, the sight of them standing on chairs and singing loudly in the courtyard seemed particularly eerie.

Stephen Chow's performance was even more unexpected.

He was engrossed in eating crayfish when suddenly he put down his chopsticks, his eyes becoming vacant.

He staggered to the corner of the yard and squatted down.

"I, I'm a mushroom."

His voice was low and tinged with a strange sense of grievance.

"Nobody likes mushrooms, mushrooms are so lonely..."

He hugged his knees, curled up in a ball, looking exactly like an abandoned mushroom spirit.

Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming also began their performance.

The two ate until their faces were red and their necks were bulging, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"I am the true emperor!"

Deng Chao slammed his hand on the table, looking fierce.

"Bullshit! The Han Dynasty reigns supreme, and I alone am the ruler!"

Huang Xiaoming was not to be outdone. He stood up, pointed at Deng Chao's nose, and exuded domineering aura.

"You're nothing but a clown, daring to covet my throne!"

The two argued back and forth, seemingly transforming into kings vying for the throne.

The dishes around them clattered and rattled from the noise of their argument.

Xiao Chen looked at the group of guests dancing wildly in the courtyard, slowly got up, walked to a corner, and picked up a broom.

In his hands, the broom seemed to instantly transform into a powerful spear.

He stood tall and imposing, walking step by step toward Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming, who were still arguing.

"presumptuous!"

He roared, his voice not loud, but carrying an intimidating authority.

"I am Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu!"

He shoved the broom upwards, instantly boosting his imposing presence.

"You lowly scoundrels, how dare you presume to call yourselves emperor?!"

His eyes were sharp as he stared directly at Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for wiping you all out!"

He raised his broom, as if to duel the two men.

Dilraba was completely dumbfounded by the chaotic scene in the courtyard.

Everyone seems to have suddenly gone crazy!

She stared wide-eyed at Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung, who were standing on chairs singing loudly.

Then look at Stephen Chow, who's squatting in the corner calling himself a mushroom.

Finally, let's take a look at Xiao Chen, who's holding a broom and ready to duel with Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming.

What is this if not madness?

Her little brain was completely unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes.

Xiao Chen is usually so calm and collected, how come he's gone crazy too?

She looked pleadingly at the production crew not far away.

The directors were also stunned; their eyes were even wider than Dilraba's.

The cameraman's hands were trembling, but he still faithfully recorded this absurd yet wonderful scene before him.

"Isn't this insane..."

The director muttered to himself, his eyes gradually shifting from shock to understanding.

"It looks like they're all drunk!"

He looked at the half-empty rice wine jars on the table, and at Xiao Chen's earlier reminder that it seemed like too much wine had been poured, and instantly understood what was going on.

"Quickly go to the kitchen and see how much wine Xiao Chen poured in!"

The staff members snapped out of their daze and rushed frantically into the kitchen.

They had a heavy weight on their minds, feeling that this matter was bigger than any other time before.

In the kitchen, the liquor jars brought by the older women stood forlornly on the cutting board.

When the staff took a closer look, they gasped in shock.

The jar contained at least a pound of liquor, but now only a thin layer remains at the bottom.

Good heavens, this isn't pouring wine, it's force-feeding it!

No wonder the guests all went crazy!

The chaos in the courtyard continues to escalate.

Dilraba, the only one who was still conscious, was completely terrified.

She was only sixteen years old; she had never seen anything like this before.

These usually glamorous older brothers and sisters all seemed like completely different people at this moment.

She stared wide-eyed as Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung continued to sing "Peerless Beauty" at the top of their lungs from their chairs.

She was so off-key that even she, a tone-deaf person, could tell.

Stephen Chow squatted in the corner, hugging his knees and muttering to himself, looking exactly like an abandoned mushroom spirit.

What devastated her most were Xiao Chen, Deng Chao, and Huang Xiaoming.

Xiao Chen was originally holding a broom, pretending to sweep them away.

But at some point, the three of them suddenly united and rushed towards Dilraba.

Deng Chao pointed at her, his eyes unfocused yet unusually firm.

"You are the true emperor!"