Chapter 363 The Guests Return Home with a Bountiful Harvest

The sunlight shone on his handsome profile, as if gilding him with a layer of gold.

He walked straight up to Reba and handed her the red bucket.

"Your crab."

Dilraba cheered "Wow!" and carefully took the bucket of water as if it were a priceless treasure, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

"Thank you, Brother Chen! You're amazing!"

On the other side is Leslie Cheung.

He held the pack of toilet paper fluttering in the wind between two fingers, his face showing a look of utter despair, and slowly moved back.

The scene was both tragic and laughable.

Before he could even get his footing, Brigitte Lin delivered her elegant "finishing blow."

She looked Leslie Cheung up and down, then glanced at the tissues in his hand, her expression serious.

"Guorong, thank you for your hard work."

"We won back such important strategic resources for our Mushroom House."

Wang Zuxian laughed heartily, mercilessly exposing the lie.

"Brother, you're hopeless! You ran around all day and all you brought back was a pack of tissues?"

"Look at Ah Chen, he's got crabs and milk in his food! The difference between you two is huge!"

Anita Mui leaned against Wang Zuxian, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

Faced with her sisters' mockery, Leslie Cheung not only didn't get angry, but instead became quite theatrical.

He held the pack of toilet paper to his chest, making a heartbroken expression.

"You don't understand."

"What I brought back is not just paper, but the true meaning of life, and art!"

He cleared his throat and spoke in an aria-like tone.

"This embodies our ultimate philosophical pursuit in life—to come empty-handed and leave with paper!"

"puff--"

His absurd and fallacious arguments instantly made everyone laugh so hard they were doubled over.

Leslie Cheung rubbed his sore stomach from laughing, patted Xiao Chen's shoulder, and looked sly.

"Ah Chen, I was careless in that round just now; I was too busy watching the show."

"I'm determined to win back my pride in this second round."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile that would make countless girls scream.

"Then you'd better work harder, brother, or Dilraba will laugh at you later."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the little girl beside him who was happily hugging a crab bucket.

"Dilraba, don't just watch the show, you should join in this round too."

Sixteen-year-old Dilraba blinked her big eyes, her exotic and delicate face filled with excitement.

"Me? Brother Chen, I'm afraid I can't compete with those older women."

Xiao Chen reached out and ruffled her hair, his gesture intimate and natural, as if he were comforting his own pet kitten.

"Follow me, we won't confront the old lady head-on, we'll just get what we want."

At the director's command, the second round of the "supplement grabbing" battle officially began.

This time, there were even more items on the prize table, including some small home appliances.

The villagers were already itching to fight, especially the older women, whose fighting prowess was still at its peak.

Xiao Chen flashed away, his movements as light as a breeze.

Instead of rushing straight for the high-value prize at the very center, he skillfully weaved through the gaps in the crowd.

"Brother, on the left, that free-range chicken!"

Xiao Chen shouted without turning his head.

Zhang Guorong understood immediately. Taking advantage of his long legs, he took a quick step forward and grabbed the chicken wing before Grandpa Wang at the village entrance could do anything about it.

"Dilraba, to your right rear, that basket of fresh mushrooms."

As Xiao Chen spoke, he dodged an older woman's collision.

He casually scooped up two pounds of pork ribs that flew off the table and caught them steadily.

The surrounding noise seemed irrelevant to him; he moved with the precision of a fine instrument amidst the chaos.

But he didn't take all the good stuff for himself.

Whenever he sees an elderly villager reach out for something, Xiao Chen always skillfully hands over the daily necessities he is carrying.

"Auntie, here's some laundry detergent for you. It's heavy, so please take it."

His voice is clear and gentle, and it is very penetrating even in a noisy setting.

Despite being a world-class superstar with a net worth of hundreds of millions, he acted as approachable as a boy next door.

This stark contrast almost suffocated the female spectators watching.

"Ah Chen is such a kind-hearted child."

Mei Yanfang watched this scene from the starting line, her eyes full of doting affection.

Lin Qingxia nodded and smiled, sighing, "She's so beautiful, yet her character is impeccable."

"Wang Jinhua was just lucky to have found such a precious artist."

When Wang Jinhua was mentioned, Wang Zuxian also came over.

"Sister Hua really treats Ah Chen like her own son. Ah Chen deserves a lot of credit for the current popularity of Shi Ba Culture."

On the field, Xiao Chen has already brought back a full haul of prizes for Dilraba and Leslie Cheung.

They avoided all valuable appliances that could potentially cause conflict and only took the ingredients needed for lunch.

A plump duck, a bag of fresh vegetables, and several pounds of fine beef.

"Tactical success."

Xiao Chen walked to the starting point, put the ingredients in his hand on the table, and his breathing remained steady.

Leslie Cheung carried the still-flailing chicken, looking somewhat disheveled, but a smile finally appeared on his face.

"At least he didn't bring back any more tissues, otherwise I would have been too embarrassed to show my face."

Dilraba hugged the basket of mushrooms, her face flushed, her eyes filled with admiration for Xiao Chen.

"Brother Chen, that side profile you did just now was so cool, like something out of a movie!"

Xiao Chen smiled modestly, not responding to the question, and simply looked towards the production team.

"Director, the lunch ingredients are ready. What are the plans for the afternoon?"

The director, holding a megaphone, chuckled mischievously.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Our Mushroom House believes in self-reliance."

"This afternoon, let's try something different and go fishing or angling in the river behind the mountain."

"All the river delicacies we catch belong to the Mushroom House; consider it an extra meal for everyone."

When Leslie Cheung heard about fishing, his eyes lit up immediately.

"This is good, this is elegant, it suits me."

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly teasing.

"Brother, you can't rush fishing. Can you sit still like that?"

Leslie Cheung pretended to hit him, but Xiao Chen nimbly dodged, and laughter filled the air.

Back at the Mushroom House, Xiao Chen naturally took over the position of head chef.

Although he was the most prestigious and highest-paid person present.

But in front of these seniors, he will always be that diligent and sensible junior.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a section of his arm with smooth lines.

He washed, chopped, and cooked the vegetables with such skill that one might wonder if he had received training at a five-star hotel.

"Ah Chen, let me help you."

Mei Yanfang came over, wanting to help pick the vegetables.

"Sister Mei, please rest. The fumes are strong; be careful with your throat."

Xiao Chen stopped her without turning his head, skillfully processing the king crab in his hands.

"How can that be? We, as the older brothers and sisters, can't just sit and wait to be fed, can we?"

As Anita Mui spoke, her hands never stopped moving.

Xiao Chen had no choice but to assign her some light tasks, such as washing vegetables.