Chapter 341 On-the-spot acting?!

Dilraba watched from the sidelines, giggling with delight; her earlier fear had long since vanished.

Seeing these two once-imposing gangsters in the movies now looking disheveled and unable to even handle a hoe, the contrast is just too stark.

She even kindly ran over and pointed to a vegetable.

"Brother Chun, this is Shanghai bok choy, the long, thin one next to it is grass."

As a result, Chen Xiaochun spent a long time pulling up the Shanghai bok choy by the roots and handed it to Dilraba.

"Look, this is grass."

The whole place burst into laughter.

The cameraman's lens was shaking wildly, and the director was slapping his thigh behind the monitor, muttering to himself.

"It exploded!"

"This segment is absolutely going to be a ratings smash!"

After nearly an hour of fussing, the two finally finished preparing a small basket of side dishes, and then were "supervised" by Leslie Cheung and taken to the wheat field.

The golden wheat waves swayed in the wind, a scene as beautiful as a painting.

For Chen Xiaochun and Wu Zhenyu, however, this was nothing short of hell.

The two men bent over, cutting wheat with sickles, their movements as clumsy as penguins that had just learned to walk.

I was drenched in sweat and had back pain in no time.

Leslie Cheung remains as sharp-tongued as ever.

"Brother Chicken, didn't we agree to be brothers for life?"

"Look, you've cut down all the wheat. It must be in so much pain for them."

"Brother Zhenyu, be careful, don't mistake your hand for wheat and cut it off. I'd love to see you in your next movie."

Dilraba has also followed suit, imitating what others are doing.

"Brother Zhenyu, your pose looks like you're about to chop someone up in a movie."

Wu Zhenyu straightened up, wiped his sweat, and gave the camera a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"What goes around comes around."

With great difficulty, the two dragged their half-dead bodies back to the Mushroom House, practically collapsing onto the chairs in the yard.

But just then, an extremely rich fragrance, like a kitten with claws, desperately tried to get into their noses.

That's the aroma of charred meat, the sweet fragrance of sauce, mixed with the unique wok hei (wok aroma) produced by stir-frying rice noodles over high heat.

The two perked up and followed the scent.

The young man they both loved and hated was carrying plates out of the kitchen.

The golden-brown, soft char siu buns are steaming hot and exude an enticing aroma of honey.

The stir-fried beef noodles are glossy and the beef is tender. Each noodle is distinct, clearly the work of a master chef.

In addition, there were several exquisite home-style dishes, which filled the entire table.

Xiao Chen took off his apron and gave them a refreshing smile.

"You've worked hard, Chun-ge and Zhen-yu-ge. Come and eat."

At that moment, all the fatigue and complaints vanished.

Chen Xiaochun was the first to rush over, grabbing a char siu bao and stuffing it into her mouth. It was so hot that she gasped for breath, but she couldn't bear to spit it out.

Wow! It's delicious!

"It tastes even better than the most famous tea restaurant in Hong Kong!"

Wu Zhenyu also picked up a piece of beef noodles with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

The beef was tender and smooth, the rice noodles were springy and chewy, the sauce was just right, and it had a wonderful wok hei (wok aroma).

His eyes lit up.

"This skill... is amazing!"

After a satisfying meal, everyone sat in the courtyard to cool off and chat.

Chen Xiaochun leaned back in her chair, patting her round belly, looking at Xiao Chen with a satisfied expression, when suddenly she felt like acting.

His eyes changed, and his entire demeanor instantly became serious, carrying a hint of江湖 (jianghu, the world of martial arts and chivalry) roughness as he spoke to Wu Zhenyu.

"I never imagined that I, Chicken, would one day have to work in the fields for a char siu bao."

Wu Zhenyu understood immediately. He picked up his teacup, blew on it gently, his eyes becoming deep and unfathomable, and slowly spoke in his unique, hoarse voice.

"Ah-Xiao, when you're out in the game, you have to keep your word. If you say you'll only eat if you work, then you have to do it."

The two of them chatted back and forth, instantly transporting everyone to the set of "Young and Dangerous" and "Infernal Affairs".

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui watched with great interest, while Dilraba covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling.

Just then, Xiao Chen, who had been listening quietly, suddenly put down the cup in his hand.

The bottom of the cup collided with the table, making a soft sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it acted like a switch, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Xiao Chen slowly raised his head, and his originally gentle and clear eyes had become sharp as a knife, as if they could pierce through people's hearts.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, a smile devoid of any warmth.

Only cold calculations and indifferent indifference to life and death.

He looked at Chen Xiaochun, then glanced at Wu Zhenyu, speaking in a tone that was even more somber and oppressive than Wu Zhenyu's.

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Pheasant, Ah-Xiao."

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

He leaned forward slightly, a simple movement that changed the atmosphere of the entire courtyard.

The relaxed atmosphere instantly froze, replaced by an invisible, suffocating pressure.

"Here, I am the one in charge."

His voice was not loud, but every word was clear, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"I set the rules."

The expressions on Chen Xiaochun and Wu Zhenyu's faces changed instantly.

If they were just joking around and improvising before, then the moment Xiao Chen spoke...

They felt like they had been dragged into a negotiation with a mob boss.

The young man before them was no longer the sunny and handsome owner of the Mushroom House, but a behind-the-scenes mastermind who kept his emotions hidden and controlled everything.

Wu Zhenyu subconsciously slowed his breathing, and he felt a layer of cold sweat seeping out of his back.

His much-vaunted acting skills were like a paper tiger in front of this young man, easily torn apart and seen through.

What level of acting is this?

The smiles on Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui's faces also disappeared, replaced by extreme shock and admiration.

They looked at each other and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

This young man was born for this! He wasn't "acting" at all; he *was* that person!

Dilraba was completely stunned. She gripped the hem of her dress tightly with both hands, her heart pounding. She couldn't even tell what was going on.

At this moment, is Xiao Chen still Xiao Chen, or is he a gangster boss who has stepped out of a movie, someone who is both feared and fascinated?

In the corner, the director was trembling with excitement. He clenched his fists tightly and shouted into the walkie-talkie in a low voice.

"Close-up!"

"A close-up of Xiao Chen's face!?"

"quick!!"

"My God... this isn't a variety show!"

"This is the fucking Oscars!"

Everyone on set was amazed by Xiao Chen's acting skills.

That being said, Xiao Chen's acting skills on screen are already quite amazing.

But when they were face to face, Xiao Chen's acting skills were even more amazing, because the sense of oppression was overwhelming.

It took everyone a while to realize that Xiao Chen was just acting.

Xiao Chen, on the other hand, had already returned to his original self, cheerfully inviting everyone to eat.