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

It was midday, and the sun in Xishuangbanna was so strong it was almost blinding.

Spread across the waterlogged rice paddies, it reflects shimmering golden light.

As Xiao Chen walked along the ridge of the field, his face, kissed by God, shone brightly under the blazing sun, without a single blemish.

Dilraba followed closely behind him.

The girl was sixteen years old, as youthful as a flower bud just beginning to bloom, and her eyes were full of admiration when she looked at Xiao Chen.

"Brother Chen, how can we step on this?"

Dilraba pulled up her trouser leg, staring at the mud that was above her ankles, her little face scrunched up in a bitter expression.

It's not Dilraba's fault; city girls have never worked in the fields before and wouldn't know how to plant rice seedlings.

Xiao Chen didn't turn around, but simply pulled her hand back, his tone relaxed.

"Stay close to me, just don't fall into the ditch."

Dilraba nodded and followed Xiao Chen closely.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui had already entered the water. The two figures of the Temple of Heaven seemed somewhat at a loss when faced with the muddy rice paddies.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of embarrassment in each other's eyes, and then gave a wry smile.

Zhang Xueyou tentatively stepped on the mud, and his foot was instantly covered in mud. He looked helplessly at the camera.

"Director, are we really supposed to figure out how to plant rice ourselves?"

The production team remained calm and collected, shouting through a megaphone on the other end.

"Dear teachers, earning your living through your own efforts is the most honorable thing!"

These words sounded so grand and righteous, that they made Andy Lau shake his head in anger.

"Oh no, I'm probably going to go hungry tonight."

Leslie Cheung was a man of action; he bent down and tried to grab a handful of rice seedlings, pressing them forcefully into the mud.

As a result, when I let go, the rice seedling floated up crookedly, like a drunken man lying across the water.

Dilraba tried to imitate her, but she used too much force and mud splattered all over her face, startling her and making her scream.

"This thing looks simple, why can't I insert it?"

Dilraba wiped the mud off her face and looked at Xiao Chen with a pitiful expression.

Xiao Chen gave Dilraba a reassuring look.

Zhang Xueyou fiddled around for ages, almost breaking his back, but the result was a mess of planting, looking like a dog had chewed on the plants.

"No, no, those farmers usually hit their targets perfectly, but when I try, it's like I'm fighting a war!"

Xiao Chen stood in the field, not in a hurry to make a move. He just stared at Zhang Guorong and the others' actions for a few seconds, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

As a former Oscar-winning actor, Xiao Chen's control over his muscles is already superb; he is disassembling the physical structure of rice planting.

He slowly squatted down, his fingertips touching the cool mud. It was a wonderful sensation, a mixture of the fragrance of soil and the smell of humus.

Xiao Chen used a few clever tricks, then with a gentle flick of his wrist, the seedling stood firmly in the depths of the mud.

He tried a second plant, then a third, and the speed increased, with each plant standing as straight as a benchmark and spaced out absurdly evenly.

Leslie Cheung leaned over to take a look, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hey? Ah Chen, your speed... are you cheating?"

This is truly amazing.

This is the first time everyone has come to plant rice seedlings.

How come Xiao Chen can insert it so well?

Mei Yanfang also stopped what she was doing and looked at the results behind Xiao Chen in surprise.

"Wow, that's so synchronized! Ah Chen, tell us the truth, did you secretly practice behind our backs?"

Xiao Chen casually arranged another row of flowers, straightened up, and gave everyone a bright smile.

"This job is actually quite similar to acting."

"You have to find that 'fixed point' and the force should be contained in your fingertips, not just brute force."

Andy Lau also came over and carefully observed Xiao Chen's hand movements.

"So that's how it is; there needs to be a rotating force at the fingertips?"

Xiao Chen casually demonstrated a slow-motion scene, his words dripping with sweetness.

"Brother Hua is smart, that's exactly what I mean."

With Xiao Chen as their "technical advisor," everyone finally found the way, and the atmosphere in the rice paddy instantly became lively.

After planting a few rice seedlings, I felt quite accomplished looking at them on the ground.

Although Mei Yanfang was panting heavily from exhaustion, she worked with the most enthusiasm, humming a little tune as she planted rice seedlings.

Zhang Xueyou was filled with emotion.

"Ah Chen, I've discovered there's nothing you can't do. You win Oscars for acting, and every show you make becomes a hit."

"You can even plant rice seedlings so much faster than us? What's wrong with your brain?"

While teaching Dilraba how to adjust her posture, Xiao Chen joked.

"I'm just trying to get a head start; I'm afraid I won't have any meat to eat tonight, so I have to work hard."

Everyone shook their heads, knowing that Xiao Chen was just being modest.

If Xiao Chen is still called a stupid bird, then there are no smart people in this world.

The entire afternoon, everyone in the Mushroom House spent their time scrambling and rolling around in the mud. Although they were exhausted, they also felt an indescribable sense of fulfillment.

Xiao Chen moved back and forth between the fields, and if any seedlings were crooked, he would go over and fix them, while also making a few witty remarks to amuse everyone.

By the time they finished work, the entire rice paddy was covered in fresh green leaves, looking particularly vibrant in the setting sun.

The production team wasn't stingy; given the heavy workload, they provided plenty of high-grade ingredients, including fresh seafood.

Back at the Mushroom House, everyone looked like monkeys pulled out of a mud pit, each more disheveled than the last.

Leslie Cheung rubbed his lower back and smiled wryly.

"Working this day was more tiring than filming three long night scenes."

"You might as well plant trees."

Mei Yanfang also slumped on the bamboo chair, unwilling to move.

"Ah Chen, when can we cook dinner?"

"I feel like I could eat a whole cow."

Xiao Chen was the quickest; he took a shower, changed into some fresh clothes, and went into the kitchen.

"Everyone has worked hard today. With such a good variety of ingredients, let's make something that tastes like your hometown."

"It just so happens that Brother Xueyou and Brother Hua both ordered dishes from Hong Kong, didn't they?"

Mei Yanfang originally wanted to help, but Xiao Chen stopped her.

"Sister Fang, you're the main force today, so take a break and leave the rest to me."

Everyone was very tired and helped Xiao Chen by picking, washing, and peeling vegetables in the yard.

Xiao Chen stood in front of the stove, his movements as he tossed the ladle with fluid grace, the firelight illuminating his stunningly handsome profile.

Today he plans to cook classic Hong Kong dishes: Typhoon Shelter Crab, Stir-fried Beef Ho Fun, and Boiled Heart, along with a few other home-style side dishes.

The sizzling sound of oil popping from the kitchen could be heard from time to time, and the enticing aroma drifted into the yard on the evening breeze.

Andy Lau sniffed, and his eyes lit up.

"This tastes just right! Ah Chen's cooking skills are such a waste that he's not running a restaurant."

Zhang Xue nodded, looking incredulous.

"I didn't believe it when Wang Jinhua praised him for being all-around capable, but now I'm convinced."

"This kid, even his cooking tastes better than everyone else's."

Before long, six delicious and visually appealing dishes were served, presented with the elegance of a five-star hotel.