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

The song ended, but the lingering melody still resonated.

The campfire crackled, and the leaping flames reflected on everyone's faces, revealing a variety of expressions.

Dilraba's eyes were a little moist. She turned her head and quietly wiped them with the back of her hand.

She knew that the song "Stupid Kid" was not only about Xiao Chen, but also about countless others who stumbled and fell on their journey to pursue their dreams.

Yang Mi, Tang Yan, and Liu Shishi also fell into a long silence.

They have experienced the ups and downs of this circle, witnessing the emergence of geniuses and the quiet departure of mediocre people.

Xiao Chen's singing voice is like a key, unlocking the softest, most private corner of their hearts.

Leslie Cheung quietly watched the young man holding the guitar. His impeccably handsome face now carried a hint of relief after finishing his song.

He sighed silently, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and tenderness.

Mei Yanfang finally couldn't hold back. She looked at Xiao Chen, her voice filled with helplessness and heartache.

"You kid... I don't know what's wrong with you, how come you always manage to write so many songs full of life insights."

Her words were like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, instantly breaking the silence.

Yes, he's only nineteen.

An age when one should be full of vigor and enjoy youth.

But his songs, his eyes, and the occasional serenity he exudes all resemble an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

His life story is as brilliant as a legend.

But his songs always carry a sense of reflection and self-deprecation as he looks back on his journey.

This clarity and composure is perhaps too heavy for a nineteen-year-old.

Leslie Cheung nodded, indicating his agreement with Anita Mui's words.

He picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and said nothing, but the emotions in his eyes were more complex than any words could express.

Faced with the concerned looks of his two older siblings, Xiao Chen smiled.

He gently placed the guitar aside, stretched, and his face returned to its usual slightly mischievous smile.

"Of course, a song should have some insights into life, otherwise it's just a waste of time."

He paused, cleared his throat with an air of importance, and adopted a smug, self-praising demeanor.

"This just shows that I'm quite talented at singing, just like I am at acting!"

"Pfft!"

Mei Yanfang was amused by his smug look and burst out laughing, instantly dispelling the heavy emotions she had just felt.

She stretched out her finger and tapped him lightly.

"You're so glib!"

The atmosphere in the courtyard became cheerful again.

As night deepened, the guests returned to their rooms to rest.

After a long and tiring day, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

Perhaps stimulated by the director's "stay-at-home order" yesterday, or perhaps because they truly felt the embarrassment of not having ingredients, everyone got up very early today, which is unusual for them.

In the courtyard, Leslie Cheung was stretching his legs, a habit he had maintained for many years without fail.

Dilraba jogged around the courtyard, her ponytail swaying in the morning breeze, radiating youthful energy.

Yang Mi, Liu Shishi, and Tang Yan also got up early.

Although they didn't have the same habit of morning exercise as the previous two, they changed into clothes that were easy to move in, and their faces had a kind of tragic determination to "get ready to do something big".

"I can't be lazy today."

Yang Mi said to her friends while flexing her wrists.

"The more enjoyable the lunch yesterday was, the harder you have to work today."

Tang Yan had a bitter face.

"But I really don't know how to plant trees. I'm afraid the trees I plant won't survive."

Liu Shishi patted her shoulder and comforted her.

"It's alright, Leslie Cheung and Dilraba are here. Didn't they already plant them yesterday?"

"We can just follow along and learn from them."

The group ate a simple breakfast provided by the production team—plain porridge with pickled vegetables.

Then, with great pride and high spirits, he shouldered his hoe and saplings and headed towards the designated hillside outside the village.

Today, Xiao Chen could no longer sneak them out to town for a good time.

If you want a hearty lunch and dinner, you have to earn it with your own hands.

Watching their departing figures, Xiao Chen smiled and turned to walk towards the production crew's tent.

His task was different from theirs.

He plans to "negotiate" with the production team to get two chicks to raise and exchange them for some seeds.

Let's cultivate that empty little vegetable garden next to the Mushroom House.

We can't keep relying on planting trees to exchange for food; we have to learn to be self-sufficient. That's the essence of "Back to Field".

He had just walked to the director's tent, preparing to get into the right mood.

Just as they were thinking about how to bargain to get the sullen director to "bleed" more, the old telephone in the Mushroom House suddenly rang at an inopportune moment.

"Ring ring ring—!"

The shrill ringing of the bell shattered the tranquility of the early morning.

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, turned around and walked back into the house.

This is a segment specially set up by the production team. A new guest star is coming, and they will order food in advance by phone.

He picked up the receiver and said hello.

A slightly unfamiliar male voice came from the other end of the phone, seemingly deliberately lowering his voice with a slightly quirky tone.

"Feed? Is this the Mushroom House?"

"it's me."

Xiao Chen's words were concise and to the point.

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded very excited.

"Ah! That's great!"

"I'm a guest who's coming to visit the Mushroom House soon."

"Well... let me tell you, I'm not picky about food, I'll just have whatever I want."

Xiao Chen listened quietly without making a sound.

He knew that people who said such things usually had very specific and demanding requirements.

Sure enough, the voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then spoke in a tone that was both expectant and feigned modesty.

"Just make me a Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup!"

"I'll be there shortly!"

Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?

Xiao Chen laughed.

This guy is really daring.

What is the concept of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?

The process is complicated and the ingredients are expensive; just preparing the materials takes a whole day.

In a show where you have to plant trees to buy even a scallion, ordering this dish means you're not here as a guest, but to cause trouble, right?

The staff member standing nearby also heard the conversation on the phone, and the expression on his face instantly became quite interesting.

Looking at the ambiguous smile on Xiao Chen's face, he silently felt a chill for the upcoming new guest.

This guy probably doesn't know the "rules" of the Mushroom House, right?

Ordering such a fancy dish means that once you arrive, Xiao Chen will probably make you work so hard you'll question your existence.

"OK."

To everyone's surprise, Xiao Chen agreed immediately, without a trace of reluctance in his tone.

"No problem, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, right?"

"Waiting for you to come."

After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Chen's smile deepened.