Chapter 372 Stephen Chow and his brother fight over the toilet?

"Ah Xing, talking the talk is not enough."

"Since you ordered this dish, you have to do justice to Ah Chen's hard work. Here, let me get it for you."

Before he finished speaking, he had already used serving chopsticks to scoop up a full spoonful, almost entirely of chili peppers, topped with two or three small pieces of chicken, and piled it into Stephen Chow's bowl.

"Eat more, it'll help you recover."

Stephen Chow's smile froze for a moment.

He looked at the red "Flaming Mountain" in his bowl, feeling trapped and unable to back down.

"Okay...okay! Brother, you're too kind!"

He gritted his teeth and began battling the chili peppers in the bowl.

Suddenly, the atmosphere at the dinner table became extremely awkward.

Two men, whose combined age is nearly a hundred, appear to be chatting and praising each other, but in reality, they are waging a silent war.

Anita Mui and Dilraba covered their mouths, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

Xiao Chen remained silent, but slowly refilled Zhang Guorong's cup when it was empty.

Gradually, the battle began to spiral out of control.

Leslie Cheung's cheeks grew increasingly red, and his lips swelled up at a visible speed, looking like two sausages hanging from them.

Stephen Chow was in an even worse state; he kept inhaling the cold air, his tongue lolling out, like a puppy suffering from heatstroke in the summer.

"Water...water..."

He shouted indistinctly.

Xiao Chen handed him a glass of cool boiled water.

"Mr. Stephen Chow, eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

These words, once spoken, caused Anita Mui and Dilraba to burst out laughing.

The dinner ended in this strange yet hilarious atmosphere.

It was late at night.

Everyone, exhausted from a long day, went to bed early.

However, the aftereffects of the spicy diced chicken are only just beginning to develop.

"Well……"

In the darkness, Mei Yanfang was awakened by a strange noise. She listened carefully and it seemed that there was movement in the courtyard.

She put on her clothes, quietly walked to the window, and peeked out from behind a corner of the curtain.

A dark figure was seen clutching his stomach, sprinting towards the toilet in the corner of the yard at top speed.

It's Stephen Chow!

However, just as he was about to reach his destination, the toilet door creaked open.

Leslie Cheung walked out, a look of relief and satisfaction on his face.

Stephen Chow slammed on the brakes and stopped in his tracks, the two of them staring into each other's eyes.

The air seemed to freeze.

The next second, Stephen Chow was about to rush in.

"Me first!"

Leslie Cheung, however, blocked the door with his hand and closed it.

"Wait, I think... I'm not done yet."

Stephen Chow was so anxious that he jumped up and down, his voice extremely low, as if he were whispering.

"you!"

"Hurry! I can't take it anymore!"

A gloating voice came from inside the door.

"What's the rush? Get in line."

The commotion in the courtyard also woke up Xiao Chen and Dilraba, who were staying in another room.

Dilraba rubbed her eyes and opened the door, just in time to see two "seniors" arguing and pulling at each other at the bathroom entrance.

The scene of them arguing quietly was truly comical.

She was about to speak when she saw that Xiao Chen had somehow leaned against her doorframe, arms crossed.

He watched the scene with great interest, his shoulders shrugging as he tried to suppress a laugh.

The moonlight bathed him, giving him a gentle silver hue, making his stunningly beautiful face even more breathtaking in the night.

Dilraba's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks quietly flushed.

The camera crew was also alerted.

Several cameras were pointed at the two figures "fighting for the toilet" in the center of the yard from different angles.

In the control room, everyone was laughing so hard they almost overturned the equipment.

This midnight farce, which started with a plate of extremely spicy chicken, ended with the two taking turns occupying the toilet.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, dappling the wooden floor.

Leslie Cheung and Stephen Chow walked out of the room almost simultaneously, yawning.

When they saw each other's still bright red, slightly swollen lips, they both froze in surprise.

The next second, Stephen Chow pointed at Leslie Cheung and laughed so hard he almost choked.

"Hahaha...Guoyong, what a look you have today."

"He could go straight to playing Ouyang Feng in 'The Eagle Shooting Heroes,' he wouldn't even need makeup!"

Leslie Cheung rolled her eyes at him, touched her burning lips, and her mouth twitched.

Not to be outdone, he looked Zhou Xingchi up and down and said slowly.

"Same to you."

"Sing-jai, you look like you stung by a bee after you stole some kid's candy."

The two chatted back and forth, completely forgetting about last night's "toilet battle," leaving only playful banter about their shared misfortune.

Anita Mui and Dilraba were also amused, and the courtyard was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Just then, Xiao Chen came out of the kitchen carrying a tray.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and casual pants.

The morning light cast a soft halo around him, as if he had a built-in holy light filter.

Even after seeing that face all summer, Dilraba still felt like she was seeing it for the first time every time she saw it; it was so stunning that it made her heart race.

"Brother, Mr. Stephen Chow, have some of this first, it'll soothe your stomach."

Xiao Chen's voice was clear and pleasant, like a mountain spring.

He placed two bowls of warm milk oatmeal on the stone table in front of Leslie Cheung and Stephen Chow respectively.

The oatmeal porridge was cooked to perfection, with a rich, milky aroma, and topped with a few blueberries, making it look incredibly appetizing.

Stephen Chow was so moved he almost burst into tears. He had been up all night and woke up this morning feeling like his stomach was on fire.

Just when I was wondering what to do for breakfast, Xiao Chen's bowl of porridge was like a godsend.

"Ah Chen! You're my savior!"

He picked up the spoon and took a big mouthful; the warm, smooth texture instantly soothed the burning sensation in his stomach.

Leslie Cheung was also deeply moved. He looked at Xiao Chen with eyes full of doting and admiration.

This younger brother is always like this, thoughtful and considerate, quietly taking care of everyone around him.

He is clearly the true planner and core of this program, an internationally renowned Oscar-winning actor, whose net worth is already astonishingly high.

Yet he never displayed the slightest arrogance, and was always sincere and humble in his dealings with others.

Leslie Cheung smiled gently and took small sips of his porridge.

"Ah Chen, you're so thoughtful."

Anita Mui watched this scene with a smile on her lips.

She walked over to Xiao Chen and, like an older sister, naturally straightened his slightly upturned collar.

"You're the most caring person. We all benefit from it."

Xiao Chen simply smiled, a smile as clear and bright as the sky after a rainstorm.

"The most important thing is that everyone eats and drinks well."

After lunch, the cicadas' chirping grew louder. The group sat in the shade under the grapevines, discussing plans for the final episode of the show.

Xiao Chen spoke first, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"These are our last two days in the village."