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

He looked at the bag of snacks, his heart bleeding.

"Xiao Chen, with all these snacks, how are we going to handle the 'hunger survival' segment later on?"

Xiao Chen pointed to the half-eaten sausage.

"Director Wang, how about you have one too? To calm you down."

Director Wang snorted coldly.

"I won't eat it! I'd rather starve than eat anything you bought!"

A minute later, Director Wang looked at the shiny, oily sausage in Xiao Chen's hand and secretly swallowed.

Back at the Mushroom House, Xiao Chen placed two large bags of snacks on the table like a triumphant general.

Mei Yanfang was sitting in a wicker chair, manicuring her nails, when she saw this, she raised an eyebrow.

"Ah Chen, did you go rob someone?"

Xiao Chen smiled and grabbed a packet of preserved plums, handing it over.

"Sister Mei, these things have a long shelf life. If Director Wang cuts off our supplies in the future, we can rely on these to save our lives."

Leslie Cheung came out of the house and laughed when he saw the table full of "junk food".

"Only Ah Chen would do something like this, Sister Song, can we make things easier tonight?"

Song Dandan pushed up her glasses and laughed heartily.

"I think it's a good idea! The weather's nice today, let's not stay cooped up inside, let's have a barbecue."

Everyone got right to it.

Xiao Chen and Zhang Guorong had a clear division of labor.

One is a global icon who has won an Oscar, and the other is a legend who has dominated the music and film industries.

The two of them were squatting on the ground, covered in dust, setting up a barbecue grill.

Xiao Chen's hand was steady, and the wire was twisted so tightly in his hands that it flew around.

"Brother, your technique is wrong. You need to tilt it up a little more here so the fire will be stronger."

Leslie Cheung wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Ah Chen, you're really all-rounder! You can even fix a barbecue grill?"

Xiao Chen didn't turn his head.

"What kind of hard work didn't you do when you were waiting for your scenes on set?"

"Back then, it was hard to even get a meal of meat; we could only salivate at the aroma of other people's food."

The fire quickly rose, and the sizzling sound of the oil was particularly enticing in the quiet village.

Dilraba and Yang Zi were in charge of making skewers, while Song Dandan gave instructions from the side.

"The meat slices need to be thin so they absorb the flavor better."

Before long, the fragrance filled the entire courtyard.

The young men in the camera crew watched eagerly, their stomachs rumbling.

Xiao Chen deliberately held a skewer of golden-brown roasted pork belly and waved it around in front of Director Wang.

Does it smell good?

Director Wang is holding on.

"So-so."

"Really? This is the same oil as the sausages the old man gave us earlier."

Xiao Chen ate while sighing.

"It smells so good! This all-natural pork is just different."

Song Dandan took a sip of her homemade yogurt and suddenly sighed.

"Having acted my whole life, I always feel like I'm floating on clouds."

"Sitting here today, smelling the aroma of cooking, I realize that in this life, you never know what you will gain or lose."

"Being able to sit here and enjoy a barbecue in a simple way is the greatest happiness."

Anita Mui nodded, her eyes gentle.

"Yes, when I was in Hong Kong, I was always rushing from one event to another, and I didn't even have time to watch the sun set."

Leslie Cheung also echoed this sentiment.

"I used to think that success was the only thing that mattered, but now I think that Ah Chen's mindset is the right one."

The atmosphere was warm and friendly when Director Wang suddenly walked out with a cold smile.

"Everyone, since you're all enjoying your meal so much, let's play a little game!"

"Tomorrow we have the task of visiting elderly people living alone in the village. Time is tight and the task is heavy, so we definitely won't have time to work and exchange for ingredients."

"So, tomorrow's meals will depend on how well you perform tonight."

The staff brought out a large box filled with cards of various ingredients.

Several rows of vegetables and meats, as well as some daily necessities, were laid out on the ground.

"The rules are simple: ring toss."

Director Wang pulled out a small plastic ring, barely bigger than the palm of his hand, and grinned slyly.

"Each person has three chances. Stand two meters away and take whatever you get in the ring."

Yang Zi was the first to try, but the ring landed before it even reached its destination.

"This ring is way too small! Is it for slipping on something or for slipping on your finger?"

Dilraba tried three times, but failed each time, and she stomped her feet in frustration.

Sister Mei and her brother went up, but they couldn't escape the fate of "total annihilation".

Song Dandan tried for a long time, and the last lap flew out just past the edge of the pork belly.

"Director, you're clearly trying to steal our food!"

Director Wang was beaming with pride.

"Hey, this is a technical skill. You can't blame the small circle; you can only blame yourself for not practicing enough."

Just then, Xiao Chen slowly stood up.

"Director Wang, if we successfully snatch it, does that mean the item is ours?"

Director Wang patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"Of course! I, Wang, keep my word!"

Xiao Chen's lips curled up slightly.

"Alright, everyone, make way."

When no one was looking, he casually grabbed a large red hula hoop from the pile of junk.

This thing was left here by a child from the village.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and drew a perfect arc with his arm.

"Whoosh—"

The giant hula hoop, like a large red top hat, was placed directly on all the ingredient cards.

Catch it all in one go.

The entire room fell silent.

Even the cicadas in the trees stopped chirping.

Director Wang's jaw almost dropped to his feet.

"Xiao Chen! That's cheating! Who gave you permission to use the hula hoop?"

Xiao Chen stood there confidently, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face that looked completely innocent.

"You just mentioned using the word 'circle,' but isn't a hula hoop called a circle?"

"Besides, you didn't specify the size of the circle."

Sister Mei was the first to react and led the applause.

"Ah Chen, well done!"

The older brother also laughed out loud.

"Director Wang, a bet's a bet, we'll take all these ingredients with us tomorrow."

Director Wang was so angry he felt like vomiting blood, but he had already said it, and with so many cameras pointed at him, he could only swallow his anger.

"Fine! You win! Xiao Chen, you just wait!"

Xiao Chen picked up the hula hoop and gave Director Wang a gentlemanly bow.

"Thank you for the donation, director."

Everyone slept exceptionally well that night.

Xiao Chen got up early the next morning.

He used the leftover barbecue seasoning and some scraps of meat from last night to make a pot of fragrant minced meat noodles.

When everyone woke up, the whole room smelled of noodles.

"Ah Chen, you are truly the pillar of our Mushroom House."

Song Dandan ate a large bowl of noodles, wiped his mouth, and sighed.

Everyone packed their bags, taking the ingredients and some daily necessities they had "won" the night before, and officially set off to visit the elderly in the village.

The first house wasn't far away; its courtyard wall was made of yellow mud.

An elderly woman with a full head of white hair was squatting on the ground, struggling to wash a basin of old clothes.

A little boy of about seven or eight years old was sitting next to me, drawing with a twig.

Seeing someone come in, the old lady stood up hesitantly.

"You must be... those big stars on TV?"