Who was Teacher Huang?
He was known as the most knowledgeable person in the entertainment industry. It was as if there was nothing he did not know.
Regardless of whether it was extreme challenge or yearning, it was all about intelligence.
His nickname was Huang Laoxie, an old fox.
If this was not enough…
Then, the founder of Wuzhen Drama Festival.
He was a teacher from Northern Film Academy.
Director, actor, boss, each of their titles were real.
There was no falsehood, so his eyes were very accurate.
Especially after so many years of experience in the entertainment industry.
Peng Peng and Zifeng were both people he thought highly of.
Of course.
It also proved his foresight once again.
Whether it was filming a movie or a TV series, the two of them would be together.
Their reputation was very good.
Therefore, he was considering Qin Yuan now.
Seventy percent of it was because of the desired effects of the program.
30% of the song was from Qin Yuan.
Chef Huang realized that Qin Yuan was quite talented in art.
He could take advantage of this free time.
He wanted to see if Qin Yuan was the legendary genius.
Qin Yuan was only three years old, but he did not have stage fright at all.
He stood at the door and imitated Cai Zifeng's standing posture.
However, no matter how he looked at it, it looked a little cute.
He blinked and looked at Chef Huang with fluttering eyelashes.
He heard Teacher Huang's words.
There was some doubt on his face.
He noted down a few sentences.
Could it be that the thing that Sister was carrying just now was very difficult?
He seemed to have remembered everything.
Qin Yuan looked a little confused.
Huang Little Chef looked at Qin Yuan's expression and thought that he didn't know how to do it.
"Qin Yuan, say as many words as you can."”
"It's alright."
"Uncle won't be fierce to you."
Little Chef Huang's benevolent look made the viewers in the live broadcast room feel very happy.
They were all laughing like crazy.
"It really is me, Old Evil Huang."
"It's too realistic to call it a double standard.”
"Those students from Northern Film Academy are probably about to cry.”
"This isn't the real Old Evil Huang."
"The old fox must have changed. I want to see the real old fox.”
"Who can bear to be angry at Qin Yuan?”
"How many words do you think Qin Yuan can say?”
"I think three sentences at most.”
"Then you're wrong. At least three and a half sentences.”
"Hahahaha!"
"Snatch the bamboo shoots."
The audience in the live broadcast room was criticizing Little Chef Huang.
He guessed that Qin Yuan could remember a few lines.
Zifeng also smiled sweetly at Qin Yuan.
"Qin Yuan, say as much as you can.”
"Good luck."
Peng Peng sat beside the stove.
The flames were bright red. He raised his hand and gave Qin Yuan a thumbs up.
"Qin Yuan, if you can remember these three sentences, I'll let you give me the cola chicken wings for dinner.”
Qin Yuan didn't have a clear concept of memorizing lines.
But he heard Cola chicken wings.
His eyes instantly lit up.
He looked up at Little Chef Huang.
"Uncle Huang, remember this. Are there really cola chicken wings to eat?”
Chef Huang was cutting meat slices. He nodded and said,""Remember a few words and eat a few pieces.”
"I have such a big bag here.”
Little Chef Huang said.
He raised the bag of chicken wings beside him.
Qin Yuan immediately clenched his fists.
Then, he took a step forward.
He was imitating Sister Zifeng.
One hand behind, one hand in front
He had learned 70% to 80% of the expression in his eyes.
He opened his mouth and read out his lines.
"There are a total of five Grand Scholars in the current dynasty. I have no choice but to dismiss four of them.”
"I have no choice but to dismiss three of the six ministers.”
Qin Yuan said five lines in one breath.
Her voice was still a little childish.
However, he had already made Little Chef Huang put down the knife in his hand.
He started to look at Qin Yuan.
He was about to tell Qin Yuan that it was enough.
Qin Yuan took a deep breath, as if he had changed his breathing.
He corrected Zifeng's mistake.
Previously, Zifeng was in between these two large intervals.
He was a little nervous.
There was no pause.
It was precisely because of this that the audience was not given time to think.
This was a big taboo when it came to reciting lines.
However, Qin Yuan paused for a moment and spoke again.
His voice became even heavier.
Of course, Qin Yuan's childish voice still sounded youthful.
"Look at these seven people. Which one of them isn't white at the temples? Which one of them isn't a pillar of the imperial court? Which one of them isn't my in-laws?”
Qin Yuan finished his lines word for word.
Then, he immediately squatted down and picked up a small stick.
He started to write and draw on the ground.
The three people in the mushroom house.
All of them stood still as if their acupuncture points had been hit.
Mr. He, who had gone out to pluck green onions, walked in with a confused expression.
"What happened to you guys?"
"I'm playing. One, two, three, are you a blockhead?”
Chef Huang swallowed his saliva and washed his hands.
The water droplets were directly wiped on the apron.
She squatted beside Qin Yuan.
He looked at Qin Yuan uncertainly.""Qin Yuan, have you memorized this line before?”
Qin Yuan raised his head when he heard Little Chef Huang's words.
He shook his head with the stick in his hand.
"Eleven," he said.
Little Chef Huang was a little confused and subconsciously said,"What?"
Qin Yuan thought that Little Chef Huang was cheating.
He immediately pointed at the vertical lines on the ground.
"Eleven chicken wings," he said.”
When Chef Huang heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, okay, eleven. I'll give you all the cola chicken wings today."”
"But tell Uncle Huang first, how did you remember those lines just now?”
"Also, even the way you read your lines is the same.”
"Just now, your sister Zifeng misread a place.”
"You actually changed it too."
Chef Huang rambled on about the shock in his heart.
Mr. He, who was beside him, also understood what had happened.
"Why didn't you call me for such a big thing?"”
"Director."
"Director, show me the replay."
Qin Yuan looked at Mr. He, who was jumping around.
She just wanted to say, at such an old age, why isn't she mature at all?
He scratched his head and said to Chef Huang,""Uncle Huang, isn't this simple?”
"I've heard of it before, so I know how to do it?"
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