Chapter 340: A gangster goes farming?

I had just put down my chopsticks when the phone rang.

Dilraba ran to answer the phone, and two male voices, deliberately lowered, came through the receiver, sounding rather strange.

A gruff, rough voice.

"Feed? At the Mushroom House? We'd like to order."

Another voice, strained and sarcastic, came through.

"I'd like a char siu bao and a stir-fried beef chow fun!"

The group exchanged bewildered glances; the voice was completely unfamiliar.

Xiao Chen took the phone, wiped his hands, and spoke casually.

"Sure. We'll exchange labor for ingredients. May I ask what kind of farm work you two are good at?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Dilraba leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Chen, don't we have plenty of vegetables? Why do we still need them to do the work?"

Xiao Chen put down the phone, leaned against the door frame, and looked at her with amusement.

"Silly girl, what's ours is the sentiment of our fellow villagers, it's our own."

"They are guests; if they want to eat well, they have to earn it through their own efforts."

"That's called the rule; there's no such thing as a free lunch."

Leslie Cheung added with a smile from the side.

"Ah Chen is really going to carry the capitalist spirit to the very end."

Anita Mui also joked.

"I think he's a living devil; he'll skin anyone who comes."

Everyone burst into laughter.

In the corner, the director rubbed his hands excitedly and growled at the cameraman beside him.

"Take pictures! Take pictures of everything! This part is really interesting!"

Not long after, two figures appeared at the village entrance.

The visitors were none other than Chen Xiaochun and Wu Zhenyu, who had traveled all the way from Hong Kong.

Wu Zhenyu took a deep breath, his face filled with rapture.

"Wow, the air here is so fresh."

Chen Xiaochun dragged her suitcase and looked around.

"Yes, I heard the food is delicious." "I just wonder if Xiao Chen is easy to talk to."

"Back to Field" is now a hit across China and has also achieved extremely high viewership ratings in Hong Kong, with countless celebrities vying to appear on the show.

They were all quite excited to have this opportunity.

The two carried their own luggage and followed the road signs to find the Mushroom House.

Upon seeing Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui chatting leisurely in the courtyard, the two immediately switched to a respectful mode and quickly stepped forward.

"Brother Rong! Sister Mei!"

After exchanging greetings, their gazes fell upon the young man standing at the kitchen door.

In the sunlight, the young man was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and casual pants, with a tall and upright figure and a clean and neat demeanor.

His face was so handsome it seemed unreal, as if he had stepped out of a comic book.

Chen Xiaochun's eyes lit up, and she walked over enthusiastically.

"Handsome! I've finally seen him in person! He's even more handsome than on TV!"

Wu Zhenyu nodded in agreement.

Dilraba looked at the two of them, but subconsciously shrank back behind Mei Yanfang.

There's no way around it; the gangster characters these two played in movies are just too deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Leslie Cheung joked.

"Dilraba, don't be afraid, they don't collect protection money anymore."

Wu Zhenyu also became interested, and deliberately put on a stern face, making a fierce expression.

"Little sister, what are you afraid of? We are good people."

Xiao Chen looked at Dilraba's frightened, deer-like eyes and a smile appeared on his lips.

He stepped forward and wiped his hands on his apron.

That smile was bright and charming, yet it sent a chill down Chen Xiaochun and Wu Zhenyu's spine.

"Brother Chun, Brother Zhenyu, welcome, welcome."

"Just leave your luggage there."

He pointed to a vegetable patch in the corner of the yard and a golden wheat field on the distant hillside.

"The char siu bao and stir-fried beef noodles you ordered are still in the field, so please go and harvest them yourselves."

"Brother Rong, Reba, it would be a lot of trouble for you two to be supervisors and make sure they don't slack off."

The smiles on Chen Xiaochun and Wu Zhenyu's faces froze instantly.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Chen Xiaochun and Wu Zhenyu are two tough guys known in the Hong Kong film industry for being "not to be messed with".

The enthusiastic smile on his face seemed to have been paused, hanging stiffly at the corners of his mouth.

Go...go to the vegetable garden?

Do we still need to harvest wheat?

Did they mishear something?

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, his handsome face still beaming with a bright smile, but his tone left no room for doubt.

"Brother Chun, Brother Zhenyu, the fruits of your own labor taste the best!"

Leslie Cheung, suppressing a laugh, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his eyes behind his glasses were full of anticipation for the show.

Anita Mui was even more direct, bursting out with a laugh and gently tapping Leslie Cheung's arm with her fan.

"That kid, Ah Chen, he really won't suffer the slightest loss."

Dilraba glanced at the two "Young and Dangerous" guys whose expressions were gradually changing, then looked at Xiao Chen, who looked completely at ease.

The last vestige of fear in my heart was instantly replaced by a strange sense of sympathy.

In the end, Wu Zhenyu was the first to react. He tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to make himself look less disheveled.

"Okay...okay! Let's experience life!"

"I love experiencing life!"

Chen Xiaochun had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow. He pointed to the vegetable patch and then to the wheat field in the distance, his voice trembling.

"Um... flour... do we have to harvest wheat and then grind it ourselves?"

Xiao Chen nodded, his smile becoming even more innocent.

"Yes, the stone mill is right in the yard, which is very convenient."

What a load of rubbish!

Chen Xiaochun and Wu Zhen both inwardly groaned.

But the cameras were pointed directly at them, and countless viewers were watching, so the two big shots could only swallow their anger.

Forcing smiles, one picked up a hoe and the other a sickle, and they marched proudly toward the vegetable garden.

That silhouette, no matter how you look at it, exudes a sense of tragic grandeur.

Leslie Cheung put down his teacup, slowly stood up, and waved to Dilraba.

"Come on, Reba, let's go and be the supervisors."

In the vegetable garden, a disastrous lesson in farm work is unfolding.

Wu Zhenyu held a hoe, striking a pose that looked quite professional, but when he struck, he didn't dig up any vegetables.

Instead, it was a big lump of mud that almost landed on his feet.

Chen Xiaochun was in an even worse situation. He was staring at a patch of lush green vegetables and couldn't tell which were weeds and which were edible.

He squatted there, his face full of confusion, looking as if he were identifying an undercover agent.

Leslie Cheung, with his hands behind his back, spoke leisurely like an old cadre inspecting his territory.

"Zhenyu, you're not holding the hoe right. You were pretty steady with the knife in the movie, weren't you?"

"Why do your hands start shaking when you switch to a hoe?"

Wu Zhenyu froze, then turned around and gave him a classic "Ni Yongxiao-style" look.

Unfortunately, Leslie Cheung wasn't buying it at all; instead, he laughed even harder.

"Xiaochun, stop squatting. If you keep staring, that blade of grass will die from your glare."

Chen Xiaochun looked miserable.

"Brother Rong, which one is the grass?"

Leslie Cheung was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"Pick one and try it."