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

Yang Mi's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously.

She had casually mentioned in an interview that she loved sweet and sour pork, and she didn't expect him to remember.

Xiao Chen then turned to Tang Yan.

"Yours is braised pork."

Tang Yan nodded in delight, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.

Finally, his gaze fell on Liu Shishi.

"And here's your red bean soup, hot."

Liu Shishi gave a slightly embarrassed "hmm," her cheeks flushing slightly.

He remembered each of their preferences.

This kind of quiet thoughtfulness and consideration is more touching than any flowery words.

Xiao Chen read out the dishes they had ordered to the owner who had come after hearing the news, and then recited the names of the dishes as if he were just listing them.

He fluently ordered several signature dishes from Northeast China.

"And another chicken stew with mushrooms, three delicacies, pickled cabbage with boiled pork belly, pork ribs stew with green beans..."

"Okay, that's about it. Let's serve these for now."

The boss was stunned, staring at the incredibly handsome young man in front of him.

I recognized him long ago as Xiao Chen, the current popular star.

But he didn't dare to make a fuss, since they had a cameraman with them.

He glanced at the group of equally glamorous men and women behind him, and after a long while, he realized what was happening. He bowed and scraped as he retreated to prepare.

The atmosphere in the private room immediately became lively.

However, Leslie Cheung tugged at Xiao Chen's sleeve and whispered the question that had been on everyone's mind.

"Ah Chen, we... don't have a single penny."

Mei Yanfang also looked at him with concern.

"Yes, my phone and wallet are with the director."

"We ordered so much, how are we going to pay the bill?"

According to the show's rules, all the guests handed over their personal belongings before filming began, so they are now truly penniless.

Hearing their concerns, Yang Mi and the others instantly snapped out of their culinary fantasies and their hearts tightened again.

Yeah, what do you do when you don't have money?

Are we going to dine and dash here?

Or is it a matter of simply showing your face?

Ask the boss to give you a free meal?

That's going to be some really exciting headlines tomorrow.

#Oscar winner Xiao Chen joins celebrities for a free meal paid for with facial recognition#

Just thinking about that title sends chills down your spine.

Seeing everyone's tense expressions, Xiao Chen smiled.

He slowly picked up the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea for everyone, his movements as elegant as if he were performing a tea ceremony.

There was no panic on that face that seemed to have been kissed by God; instead, there was a calm composure as if he were in complete control.

"fine."

He gently put down the teapot; the sound was soft, but enough to soothe the hearts of everyone present.

"The person who will pay is coming soon."

He had barely finished speaking.

boom--!

The door to the private room was violently pushed open from the outside.

The director was panting heavily, leaning against the door frame, his face so dark it looked like ink could drip from it.

Behind him followed a group of program crew members holding cameras.

The director was panting heavily, leaning against the door frame, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Behind him, a team of cameramen followed closely, their lenses flashing red, silently recording the scene.

The atmosphere inside the private room was tense.

Everyone's attention was drawn to this unexpected guest.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui exchanged a glance, a barely perceptible look of worry flashing in their eyes.

Yang Mi, Liu Shishi, and Tang Yan nervously gripped the hem of their clothes. They had just been immersed in their fantasies about the delicious food, but now that they had come to their senses, their palms were sweaty.

Now, it seems I really am going to have to eat and dash.

The crew tried to escape during filming but were caught red-handed by the production team.

Not to mention domestic variety shows, there's no other show in the world with guests who are this daring.

But Xiao Chen seemed oblivious to the director's ashen face.

He put down the teapot and slowly stood up.

On that exceptionally handsome face hung a perfectly timed smile, like a spring breeze, instantly defusing most of the tension in the private room.

Xiao Chen walked up to the chief director, his tone gentle, with a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm.

"Hey, isn't this our director?"

"What brings you here? You look travel-worn. Please, have a seat."

As he spoke, he casually touched the director's arm, a gesture so natural it was as if they were old friends meeting, giving the other party no chance to lash out.

The director was taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm.

He opened his mouth, but the reprimand he had prepared got stuck in his throat.

But when he glanced at the mountain of plates on the table out of the corner of his eye, his expression darkened again.

This group of people.

They really dare to order that!

These are all really hearty dishes!

Before he could speak, Xiao Chen continued to speak with a smile.

"Director, you must have had a long and tiring journey."

"Come on, come on, perfect timing! Come and have dinner with us."

"Food tastes better when there are many people around."

After saying that, Xiao Chen clapped his hands and turned to call out to the waiter.

"Could you please bring a few more sets of bowls and chopsticks, and also give the menu to the director so he can order some of his favorite dishes!"

Good guy.

They didn't give any of the directors a chance to speak.

I want to get angry but I don't know where to start.

The waiter responded timidly, not daring to approach.

The main reason is that they said the director's face was really frightening.

It wasn't anger, but rather a feeling of frustration and depression.

After a long while, the director finally found an opportunity to take a deep breath.

Just as he was about to explode, Xiao Chen changed the subject, looking at him with a questioning tone and an innocent gaze.

"However, Director, I have a question I'd like to ask you in front of all the guests."

The director was taken aback by the question and responded instinctively.

"What's the problem?"

He always felt that Xiao Chen had ulterior motives.

But it's impossible for me to really not answer Xiao Chen's question.

Xiao Chen's gaze swept over Leslie Cheung, Anita Mui, and Dilraba.

The gaze then lingered on Yang Mi and the other two, before finally returning to the director, the tone sincere yet probing.

"Look, we are the regular guests, and we also have a few guest stars who just arrived. Everyone here is here to visit the Mushroom House."

"Aren't we all... family members of the Mushroom House?"

"And the production crew, aren't you part of the production team too?"

He asked slowly, each word carefully chosen, and he spoke the word "family" with particular solemnity.

As soon as the question was raised, everyone perked up their ears.

The camera faithfully recorded the changes in the director's facial expressions.

The director was stunned.

I never expected Xiao Chen to ask such a question.

And what kind of problem is this?

He wanted to say no, but how could he say that?

Isn't the slogan "Family of the Mushroom House" something the production team came up with themselves?

If he denies it now, wouldn't he be contradicting himself?

Moreover, the cameras were all pointed at them.

If he dares to say no, the audience will probably curse him to death after the broadcast.

He cursed Xiao Chen a thousand times in his heart for being cunning, but forced a smile that looked worse than crying on his face.