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

Lin Junjie chuckled dryly, his eyes darting around.

"Maybe...maybe I was too tired from planting trees last night and performed exceptionally well."

Stepping out of the room, Dilraba and Anita Mui were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

"You two brought this on yourselves, now you're famous."

While joking around, Sister Mei served everyone a simple breakfast.

Xiao Chen sat down and casually took a sip of porridge.

"Alright, it's good to admit your mistakes and correct them."

"There's not much work today, but we still have to greet guests this afternoon."

The morning work was relatively easy, and the fifty saplings were quickly planted with everyone's help.

Xiao Chen is extremely efficient when he works, and even with rough work, he does it with a strange kind of beauty.

The director, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

This kid could easily make a living off his looks, but he's worth hundreds of millions and still chooses to work in the dirt.

This must be what they call "real life."

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The phone in the Mushroom House rang without warning.

"I'll go pick them up; it must be new laborers arriving."

Before Xiao Chen could even get up, Dilraba had already hopped over like a little rabbit.

"Hello, this is the Mushroom House. Who are you looking for?"

When the hands-free mode was turned on, a voice with a thick Beijing accent, sounding slightly dull and deliberately affected, came through.

"Um... I'm a guest. How's the food there?"

Dilraba paused for a moment, then answered honestly.

"It's alright, but you have to earn it through labor."

The other party clearly didn't take the rules seriously, and their tone had a lecturing quality.

"Working is a must, but we can't go hungry."

"I want to eat grilled fish, the kind grilled over charcoal."

Before Dilraba could even speak, the other person started talking non-stop again.

"When it comes to grilling fish, the heat control is very important."

"The charcoal should be made of lychee wood or apple wood, so that it will have a fruity aroma."

"The fish must come from flowing water; it has fewer bones and tender meat."

"You must first marinate it; the amount of salt cannot be more or less than a fraction."

"Do you understand what I mean? This is the art of living."

After hanging up the phone, the courtyard was deathly silent.

Anita Mui frowned and looked at Xiao Chen.

"Ah Chen, who's that voice? Why does it sound... a bit like they're showing off?"

Dilraba also pouted.

"It feels like we've hired a master chef, and they've already started assigning homework before he even arrives."

Xiao Chen leaned back in the bamboo chair, his fingers lightly tapping his knees, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

"Whoever they are, once they come to the Mushroom House, whether they're a dragon or a tiger, they have to be humbled."

He had a vague idea of ​​who it was.

This kind of style—always wanting to be a teacher and never missing a beat when talking about "life wisdom"—is rare in the industry.

"Everyone, get back to work. What's meant to happen will happen."

at the same time.

On the path at the entrance of the village, a black minivan slowly came to a stop.

The car door opened, and a slightly overweight middle-aged man wearing a casual suit and black-rimmed glasses stepped out.

Huang Lei.

Over the years, he has painstakingly cultivated the persona of an "artsy youth" and a "master strategist" within the industry.

As a teacher at the Beijing Film Academy, he was used to being surrounded by students and looked up to by younger generations.

As soon as we got out of the car, the production crew handed us the task card.

"Teacher Huang, after entering the village, you need to complete the tree-planting task in order to obtain ingredients."

Huang Lei took the card, adjusted his glasses, but did not set off immediately.

He looked at the hillside not far away, then at the soil beneath his feet, his expression becoming inscrutable.

"Planting trees? I've done my research on that."

He pointed to a crooked tree by the roadside and began his "performance" in front of the camera.

"Many people think that planting a tree is just digging a hole and burying some soil, but that's not the case."

"This is a dialogue with nature."

"You need to observe the soil moisture and determine the impact of wind direction on seedling growth."

"The size and depth of the pit are all important; it's the breathing space for the roots and a sign of respect for life."

The staff members listening nearby were sweating profusely, secretly groaning in their hearts.

Why is this guy starting a class before he even enters the room?

This is a reality show, not an agricultural lecture.

Huang Lei seemed oblivious to the awkwardness of others, continuing to walk with measured steps, commenting as he went.

"The theme of this program is still too shallow."

"In fact, planting trees can be elevated to a philosophical level."

"Every tree is an independent soul..."

The program's executive director made a desperate call over the walkie-talkie.

"Attention all departments, this guest... his style is a bit off, everyone be prepared."

The casting director is currently hiding behind the monitor, sweating profusely, and regretting his decision immensely.

When Xiao Chen slammed the "Back to the Good Life" project proposal on the table.

Only Leslie Cheung, Anita Mui, and Dilraba were confirmed as the core members, and the remaining guest stars were left to the production team.

The casting team originally thought that Huang Lei and Xiao Chen were both from the Film Academy.

One is from Beijing Film Academy, and the other is from Beijing Film Academy.

One is a rising associate professor, and the other is a highly experienced lecturer.

In addition, Huang Lei had also released records and acted in art films in his early years, so they should have common ground.

Who could have predicted that this man's burden of being a "commander" would be so heavy that it would collapse the foundation?

Huang Lei was completely unaware of the staff member's near-collapse expression.

He walked slowly and deliberately on the ridges of the field, his hands behind his back, as if inspecting his own private plot.

Not far away, three figures were bent over and busy at work.

Leslie Cheung was discussing the spacing between the saplings with Jay Chou and Jerry Lamb.

What are the current status of these three in the music and film industries?

One is an Asian superstar with a solid divine status, and the other two are Golden Melody Kings who have swept major award ceremonies.

Huang Lei approached, his steps extremely steady, instantly exuding the aura of a head teacher he had brought from the Beijing Film Academy's rehearsal hall.

"Hey guys, what are you doing?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it had a deep and resonant quality, conveying a sense of composure as if he were saying, "I'm here to guide you through your confusion."

Leslie Cheung straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked puzzled.

Jay Chou and Lin Junjie also stopped what they were doing and looked at the slightly chubby middle-aged man with a long line of cameras and black-rimmed glasses.

"Hello, you are...?"

Leslie Cheung's tone was polite, after all, they were recording a program and the other person was obviously a guest on this episode.

Huang Lei didn't rush to reply. Instead, he first looked down at the shovel in Zhou Jielun's hand, and then glanced at the seedling that Lin Junjie had planted.

"Um, I have something to say."

He looked like a professor about to give a lecture, adjusting his glasses and speaking very slowly.

"Jerlen, right? That's not how you use a shovel. You're using brute force, it's too tiring."

Jay Chou, at the age of rebelliousness, had his baseball cap pulled low. Upon hearing this, he merely raised his eyelids slightly and remained silent.

Before he could react, Huang Lei snatched the seedling from Lin Junjie's hand and handled it as if it were a work of art.

"The sapling must be planted with a soul; the depth cannot exceed two centimeters beyond the soil boundary, otherwise it will not be able to breathe."