The clear sky was filled with fish-scale clouds.
The chirping of cicadas sounded one after another.
The director, who had his hands on his hips, walked quickly through Fangtang Street in an aggressive manner.
Yang Zhe, you stole my extra role and delayed my filming. Watch how I scold you later!
However, just as he passed by the parking lot, he smelled a strong smell of stewed meat.
The director shrugged his nose and looked around, then carefully sensed it.
It was the smell of stewed pork knuckle…
It was the smell of stewed pork knuckles!
The director's eyes widened, and the anger in his heart instantly disappeared without a trace.
What the f * ck was there to lecture him about?
At the same time, a gust of wind blew over.
The fragrance around the entire parking lot became even stronger and clearer!
The smell of star anise, cassia bark, dried orange peel, and fragrant leaves was wrapped in the rich fragrance of meat.
It was rich and mellow, and the fragrance was overflowing. It was simply alluring.
The director took a deep breath, and a pot of bright red pork trotters seemed to appear in front of him.
The alluring smell went straight into his nostrils and stirred his appetite.
Smelling this scent, his pace suddenly slowed down.
Then, he sniffed carefully, as if he wanted to sniff out the smell in the air.
As a result, with every step he took, a drop of crystal-clear saliva dripped down.
The distance from the parking lot to the kitchen was only a dozen meters, but the director's pants were already wet.
At that moment, the actors who passed by stopped in their tracks and sniffed hard.
"Which crew cooked this? Why does it smell so good?"
"Yeah, it's still stewed pork knuckle."
"Who cares? I'm already hungry from smelling it. If only I could have a bite!”
"Is someone filming a food movie? Did you hire a chef from a high-class restaurant?!”
"Then this chef is too amazing. How can he stew the meat so fragrant?”
After some time, the director finally reached the kitchen camp.
There was a stove in the open space in front of the camp, and a huge soup bucket was placed on the stove.
A pot full of pork knuckles was stewed in the soup barrel, and an incomparably rich fragrance constantly overflowed from it.
These pork knuckles were soaked in the red and oily juice.
The plump skin was stained with some sticky glue soup, looking crystal clear.
The soup kept bubbling, and even the pork leg trembled.
The big pot was bright red and extremely alluring, making people drool.
Seeing that there was no one around, the director tiptoed over.
He couldn't care less about the heat and picked up the spoon as if he was stealing a piece.
However, before she could reach out, she heard a slap.
A greasy rag flew over and accurately hit his face.
The director quickly took the rag and threw it on the ground before shouting loudly.
"Who is it? Who is it?"
"Who dares to ambush me? I'm the director!"
At this moment, a cold laugh suddenly came from behind him.
"You're the director, and I'm the producer!”
The director turned around and realized that it was the producer.
He was wearing a dark blue Givenchy suit and an oily floral apron around his waist.
His face was covered in bean-sized sweat, dripping down his temples to the ground.
"Hey, Old Qin, what are you doing here?”
"I'm helping Master Yang in the kitchen."
"F * ck, you're a producer, and you're helping Yang Zhe in the kitchen?!”
The director's eyes widened in disbelief.
Wasn't this guy usually very aloof?
He wore a suit and tie all day long and complained that the crew was dirty.
To make a stool, he had to f * cking wipe it 180 times with an alcohol wipe.
He actually came to help Yang Zhe in the kitchen?
The producer laughed and wiped his hands on his apron. A stream of saliva also flowed down the corner of his mouth.
"I'm just trying to eat a mouthful of Dongpo Pig Knuckle as soon as possible.”
"You're really greedy…"
"Don't call the pot calling the kettle black. Aren't you the same?”
"Then what's wrong with me stealing a piece?"
"Chef Yang said that no one is allowed to move before it's time, or else the taste will be ruined.”
The director was so scared that he quickly retracted his hand and stared nervously at the soup bucket in front of him.
At the same time, the cast and crew ran over.
They crowded in front of the soup bucket and drooled as they looked at the pork knuckles in the pot.
"I can smell this pig knuckle from afar!”
"Me too! There was a phrase that said…Yes, the fragrance floated for ten miles!”
"The more I smell, the more fragrant it is. I'm so hungry!”
"When can I eat it? I can't wait!"
"It should be soon. I think this pork knuckle must be very tasty!”
Everyone discussed one after another, constantly sniffing.
On the other side, Reba and a dozen actors were standing by the oven, tiptoeing and looking into the oven.
This oven was made of red clay and red bricks. Its surface was rough but it had a very good texture.
There was a lot of firewood burning in the furnace, and the tongues of fire were dancing in the furnace.
At that moment, the fragrance of oil mixed with the rich smell of meat constantly emerged from the furnace.
The taste continued to invade everyone's taste buds, making them intoxicated.
Reba closed her eyes and savored the taste for a long time. Her fair little hand kept wiping the saliva that dripped from the corner of her mouth.
"I heard a sizzling sound. Is it oil?“
"Yes, I used to raise ducks. Under the duck skin is a thick layer of fat. It smells very fishy and needs to be roasted to become crispy.”
"No wonder those ducks that cost more than ten yuan each always have a strange smell.”
"Chef Yang's oven is also very particular. The food cooked with the clay stove and firewood is the best.”
"F * ck, let alone eating, I can even cook three bowls of rice just from the taste!”
Everyone gathered around the oven. Although they were sweating from the heat wave, they were unwilling to take half a step away.
At the same time, in the small resting room behind the kitchen.
Yang Zhe was sitting on a rattan chair, resting with his eyes closed. His expression was very indifferent.
At that moment, the rattan chair swayed slightly and made a creaking sound, appearing somewhat cheerful.
Everyone watched silently outside the door and did not dare to disturb them.
However, he could not hold back his desire to eat.
The saliva in his mouth was almost dry.
When would Chef Yang wake up?
Just as everyone was anxiously waiting.
Suddenly, Yang Zhe gently opened his eyes.
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