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

A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard of the Mushroom House, carrying with it the fragrance of earth and grass.

Yang Mi, Tang Yan, and Liu Shishi followed Dilraba's footsteps and walked towards the backyard.

At this moment, although they were clamoring to work, their steps were as light as if they were walking on a red carpet.

After all, Xiao Chen's words, "Show off your skills," were still ringing in their ears.

This sense of anticipation is even more nerve-wracking than when I learned back then that Xiao Chen had specifically chosen these three actresses to star in "Chinese Paladin 3".

You should know that they didn't sleep a wink the night before filming.

Tang Yan smoothed her wind-blown hair and looked around curiously.

"Hey, Dilraba, where are we going to plant trees?"

This area is beautiful with its mountains and clear waters, but the road becomes increasingly remote, consisting entirely of winding paths.

Dilraba turned her head, her high ponytail making her look energetic, and pointed to the opposite bank of the river in the distance.

"Hey, it's over there."

The three beautiful women looked in the direction of the fingertip and were immediately dumbfounded.

Across a wide river, the opposite bank was overgrown with weeds, and a few bundles of saplings lay forlornly piled on the mudflats.

"No way, it's that far?"

Yang Mi's fox-like eyes widened in disbelief.

She originally thought she would just dig a hole behind the yard and sprinkle some soil on it.

At this moment, Leslie Cheung walked over with his hands behind his back, smiled gently, and pointed to a shallow beach on the shore.

"We have to take that over there."

The three of them turned their heads in unison, and when they looked closely, their breaths froze.

It was an old wooden boat, without even a sunshade.

Two oars lay across the sides of the cabin, exuding a strong sense of handcrafted nature.

"A hand-rowed boat?"

Even Liu Shishi, who is usually very composed, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this moment.

This is 2010, and the production team is still using this retro approach?

She glanced at the exquisite dress she hadn't had time to change out of and inwardly groaned.

Leslie Cheung, on the other hand, was quite skilled. With a flick of his sleeve, he nimbly jumped onto the bow of the boat.

"Come on, give me your hand."

His face, favored by time, remains refined, giving people a sense of inexplicable peace.

Immediately afterwards, Dilraba jumped on with ease, and the boat didn't even sway.

"Sister Mimi, hurry up! We need to go to the other side and bring the saplings over."

While urging her on, Reba picked up the wooden paddle and splashed water a couple of times.

Yang Mi and the other two exchanged a glance, gave a helpless bitter smile, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and get on the vehicle that could break down at any moment.

The boat rocked gently on the river, creating ripples.

Tang Yan crouched in the cabin, carefully gripping the edge, afraid of falling into the water.

"Brother Rong, do we always have to go through this much trouble?"

Leslie Cheung chuckled and shook his head.

"That's how it is for now, but I looked through the program's redemption manual last time."

"There are a lot of good things inside, even an electric boat."

Upon hearing the words "electric boat," Yang Mi's eyes lit up instantly.

"How much would that cost? No, how many trees would it require?"

Leslie Cheung held up eight fingers and shook them.

"Eighty trees."

"So we need to save up more seeds, and once we've planted enough, we won't have to work so hard anymore."

His tone was full of anticipation, and even carried a hint of pride in participating in the work.

Liu Shishi was secretly surprised. What magic did this show have?

Even a superstar of Rong Ge's caliber was forced to drool over the electric boat.

Xiao Chen's thought process is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He not only won an Oscar for acting and a Grammy for songwriting, but he also pushes people to the brink when it comes to variety shows.

Thinking of Xiao Chen, Liu Shishi's thoughts drifted back to her childhood.

At that time, they were in the senior class of kindergarten, while Xiao Chen was still in the junior class.

Who would have thought that the chubby-cheeked little kid from back then is now a movie star worth hundreds of millions?

He not only became their idol, but also their chef for lunch and dinner.

After the boat docked, the three girls were not as delicate as I had imagined.

Since Xiao Chen said there would be a big meal after the work was done, what was there to hesitate about?

move!

More than fifty saplings, each one not particularly heavy, but after handling them back and forth, fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

Yang Mi rolled up her sleeves, and there was no trace of her Golden Eagle Goddess demeanor left.

Tang Yan and Liu Shishi also worked diligently, occasionally exchanging a few jokes, creating a surprisingly harmonious atmosphere.

Tang Yan wiped the dust off the tip of her nose and smiled like a silly little boy.

"Hey, once we get this one, we've finished our morning's task, right?"

Looking at the pile of saplings beside her, she felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

This feeling is wonderful; it's even more reassuring than receiving a script notification.

When everyone returned to the Mushroom House, exhausted, it was already close to noon.

Before even entering the courtyard, a rich, smoky aroma wafted into my nostrils on the wind.

"It smells so good!"

Dilraba has the keenest sense of smell, so she took off running to the kitchen.

Yang Mi and her two companions followed closely behind. As soon as they entered the house, they were drawn to the figure by the stove.

Xiao Chen had already taken off his expensive suit jacket and was only wearing a simple white shirt.

The cuffs were neatly rolled up to the forearms, revealing smooth and powerful lines.

He held a large ladle in his hand, skillfully stirring the rice in the iron pot.

Golden egg crumbs, encasing plump rice grains, danced merrily in the high heat.

That unique sense of life blends perfectly into him.

Despite being a world-renowned movie star, he now resembles a gentle husband waiting at home for his wife to return.

"You're back? Wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Xiao Chen didn't turn his head, his voice clear and melodious, like a clear spring flowing through the mountains.

He deftly ladled out five plates of fried rice and finally sprinkled on a handful of bright green scallions.

Tang Yan leaned closer and stared at the plate of golden-yellow, perfectly separated fried rice, her mouth agape in astonishment.

"My God, Xiao Chen, you can actually cook?"

She originally thought that Xiao Chen would at most cook some noodles or make a simple cold dish.

Liu Shishi was also a little suspicious, and her eyes searched around the courtyard.

"Mimi, what are you looking for?"

Yang Mi ignored them and walked straight towards the camera crew, circling around the director and chief director several times.

"Director, tell me honestly, did you secretly keep a star chef hidden away?"

The director spread his hands innocently and pointed to the camera above his head.

"Teacher Yang, our program emphasizes authenticity, and the surveillance footage is crystal clear."

"Xiao Chen did everything himself, from washing the rice to cooking."

Mei Yanfang sat at the long table, slowly and methodically setting out the tableware.

Seeing their naive and unsophisticated appearance, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Stop looking, Xiao Chen's cooking skills are so good that even I have to praise them."

"During the last recording, even the picky Stephen Chow could eat two bowls of rice at every meal."

Xiao Chen carried over the last two plates of rice and couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Yang Mi still examining his pot.