Chapter 338 The Excited Village Chief

"Are you... are you telling the truth?"

The old man's voice was terribly hoarse.

Xiao Chen nodded seriously.

"Absolutely true."

With a "thump".

The village chief's weathered knees buckled, and he was about to kneel down.

Xiao Chen and Zhang Guorong, who were closest to him, reacted quickly and stepped forward, each holding one of him firmly on either side.

"Hey! Village Chief! You mustn't!"

"What are you doing! Get up!"

The old man refused, his whole body trembling, muttering to himself repeatedly.

"You are living bodhisattvas! You are our great benefactors!"

"I...I kowtow to you on behalf of the entire village!"

He struggled, with astonishing strength.

Mei Yanfang and Song Dandan quickly stepped forward to help them up; the girls were all very anxious.

A business meeting turned into a deeply moving tug-of-war.

Finally, Xiao Chen solemnly promised him in his ear that this matter would definitely be accomplished.

The old man finally gave up the idea of ​​performing a grand ceremony and was helped back to sit on the stone stool by the crowd.

But the tears just wouldn't stop.

What followed was perfectly logical: the village chief used the village loudspeaker to summon all the villagers who were at home and publicly announced this tremendous good news.

The whole village was in an uproar.

When Xiao Chen and his group returned to the Mushroom House, it was already noon.

After a busy morning, everyone's stomachs were starting to rumble.

Song Dandan slumped weakly in the chair.

"I'm starving, I feel like I could eat a whole cow."

Xiao Chen rolled up his sleeves, tied on his apron, and turned to walk into the kitchen.

"Wait here, I'll make rice noodles for everyone."

His back view was neat and reliable, which made everyone in the living room feel at ease.

Before long, several bowls of steaming hot and fragrant rice noodles were served.

The broth was rich and flavorful, the rice noodles were smooth and chewy, and the side dishes provided by the production team were simple yet satisfying for everyone's rumbling stomachs.

Everyone enjoyed their lunch exceptionally.

After the meal, the moment of parting finally arrived.

Everyone packed their luggage, ready to leave this small mountain village that had left behind countless laughs and touching moments.

Before getting into the car, Leslie Cheung patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder, looked in the direction of the village, and sighed.

"Ah Chen, I hope that next time we come back, we can drink the celebration wine of our own village brand."

Xiao Chen's gaze also fell upon the tranquil mountains, his eyes filled with a calm and resolute light.

He didn't say anything grand or ambitious; he simply nodded slightly.

"Yes."

As the car slowly drove away, Dilraba sat by the window, looking back at the increasingly smaller figure, feeling a little empty inside.

She knew that he would once again become that dazzling superstar, and she should get back on her own track and continue to work hard.

……

The crew of the TV series "My Love from the Star" in Beijing.

The film set was brightly lit, with staff bustling about, creating a busy scene.

Xiao Chen, who had just finished a long flight, came straight here from the airport without even having time to adjust to the time difference.

In the dressing room, he changed into the costume of his character Do Min-joon in the drama—a well-tailored dark suit.

The boy in the mirror has lost the casualness and gentleness he had in the countryside, replaced by a distant and aloof temperament.

He simply sat there quietly, as if isolated from the surrounding noise, transforming into that alien professor who had lived for four hundred years.

Scene 73, Act 2, Action!

As the clapperboard fell, Xiao Chen walked into the frame.

Inside the photography studio, the glaring lights illuminated everything in perfect detail.

Liu Yifei, who plays Qian Songyi, has just finished a crying scene where she broke down emotionally, and her eyes are still red and pitiful.

"Cut! Great! This one's passed!"

Director Hong Yuan's voice came from behind the monitor, carrying a hint of satisfaction.

"Everyone, take a fifteen-minute break!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Yifei's assistant immediately surrounded her with a blanket and warm water.

But as soon as she took the water glass, her gaze drifted to the man not far away who had just left his role and was looking down at the script.

Xiao Chen sat quietly on the folding chair, his profile outlined in perfect lines under the light.

Long, thick eyelashes drooped down, casting a small shadow.

The aloof and restrained aura that belonged to Do Min-joon had not completely faded from him, intertwining with his own gentle and calm demeanor to create a fatal attraction.

Liu Yifei took a small sip of water, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over.

"Xiao Chen".

Her voice was still a little hoarse from crying.

"Could you tell me about some of the interesting things that happened during your recording last week?"

Xiao Chen raised his head, his clear eyes looking at her.

Those clear eyes looked at her, without the dazed look of someone who had just come out of character, only a gentle calmness.

"OK."

His voice was soft, yet it was like a gentle breeze that soothed Liu Yifei's somewhat troubled heart.

She looked at him; the man before her had just been Do Min-joon, who had lived for four hundred years and was indifferent and aloof to everything.

Now he's back to being the gentle and calm Xiao Chen.

Two completely different qualities blended perfectly in him, making it almost impossible for her to look away.

Xiao Chen quietly explained it to her.

Liu Yifei became emotional when talking about the banquet they held together for elderly people living alone.

She also hopes

The filming schedule was so demanding, like a tightly wound spring, that everyone on the crew was on edge.

No matter how late she finished work, Liu Yifei would always arrive at Xiao Chen's break room door on time, carrying a thermal lunchbox.

Today she brought a bowl of carefully stewed black-boned chicken soup.

As soon as the lunchbox lid was opened, a rich and delicious aroma instantly filled the entire room.

Even the staff in the hallway outside couldn't help but peek inside.

"Wow, Sister Yifei is giving Brother Chen extra tutoring again!"

"This tastes amazing! My mouth is watering."

Several male stagehands huddled together, lowering their voices, their tone revealing undisguised envy and jealousy.

"Why is there such a huge difference in the fates of different people?"

"Nonsense, do you have Xiao Chen's face? Do you have his acting skills? Even if you were offered an Oscar, could you handle it?"

"Forget the Oscars, he won a Grammy for writing that song 'Baby.' If it were me, I couldn't even memorize the lyrics."

The other person sighed and made a summary.

"So you know, he's just blessed with good fortune, something you can't envy. I'd be content just to be in the same production crew as him and catch a glimpse of him a few more times."

In the lounge, Xiao Chen sipped his soup with elegant and refined movements.

He could sense Liu Yifei's gaze, which held a mixture of expectation and shyness, but he simply focused on tasting the food in his bowl and offered no further response.

After finishing his meal, he thanked them sincerely.

"The soup was delicious, thank you, Sister Yifei."

Polite, yet distant.

Liu Yifei felt a slight pang of sadness, but seeing him finish every last drop of soup rekindled a small spark of joy within her.