He stayed on the city gate tower for a while.
Yang Zhe looked at his phone and realized that it was already three o'clock.
The crew had eaten at ten in the morning. Now that they had just finished filming the fight scene, they were probably hungry again.
So he patted his butt and walked down the city tower, returning along the original path.
The film studio was still bustling in the afternoon. Many actors in different costumes were walking around the streets.
From afar, it looked like the various dynasties were ingeniously fused together.
Yang Zhe walked all the way back to the kitchen camp, and a rich fragrance suddenly drifted over.
Today, he stewed a pot of pork knuckle and roasted a batch of duck.
However, the money to buy the ingredients was not applied from the film crew's account.
It was the producer and director's private funding.
However, they had a request.
That was, he had to secretly leave a pork knuckle and a roasted duck for them to eat as supper.
He ate it in the morning, at noon, and at night.
These two middle-aged men were not afraid of getting gout.
He would rather have a sore than a poor mouth.
Yang Zhe was amused. He turned around and went to the kitchen to take out ten white porcelain bowls and arranged them in a row.
Then, he lifted the lid of the soup bucket and stirred it with a spoon.
The pork knuckle in the pot appeared as a "thick red sauce".
The color was rosy and translucent, and it was sparkling under the soaking of the soup.
Yang Zhe scooped a spoonful of soup and slowly poured it on the pork leg.
The sticky and shiny miso soup spread evenly on the skin of the meat.
The miso soup was soaked with the colloid from the flesh, giving it a slightly silky texture.
"System, check the status of the food.”
[
Dish: Dongpo Pig Knuckle]
Color: 99%
Fragrance: 98%
Taste: 95%
Suggestion: Open
the lid and stew for 20 minutes.”
Yang Zhe put the lid aside and turned to a small fire.
Three minutes later, a cloud of dust suddenly rose outside the city gate.
Immediately after, a group of stray dogs rushed over.
As soon as they arrived at the kitchen camp, they immediately braked and lined up.
The first front paw landed on the ground and kept bowing towards Yang Zhe.
The second one was lying on the ground with its belly facing the sky, rolling back and forth a few times.
There was also a black dog riding on another yellow dog. It was moving around in an extremely elegant manner.
These silly dogs must have come here because they smelled the meat.
Although their expressions were different, they were all drooling.
Yang Zhe looked at them and couldn't help smacking his lips.
This dog more or less had some acting skills. He knew how to bow and act cute.
There was even someone who performed in a martial arts film in public.
It was obvious that she had been led astray by some actors in the film studio.
"I haven't even eaten yet, and you guys are already here.”
"Dog nose is a true spirit."
Yang Ze smiled helplessly and scooped up some minced meat from the pot.
Then, he threw them piece by piece to the dogs who were eager to try.
As soon as the meat was thrown out, the dogs jumped up and swallowed the meat in the air.
There were more than ten pieces of meat, but none of them could hold on until they landed on the ground.
After eating the minced meat, they began to circle around Yang Zhe's feet.
Then, Hachi Hachi, the saliva flowed all over the floor.
At this moment, a group of people suddenly walked over from Fangtang Street.
Zhang Ruojun, who was wearing a flowery cloak.
Zhang Tianai, who was wearing a white chivalrous gown.
There was also Hu Jun, who was dressed in a lake blue fur coat with flowers.
There was also Director Song with a Mediterranean hairstyle.
There was also an old man in tattered costumes who was full of energy.
The five of them walked at the front, followed by a group of actors.
They had listened to Old Qian's description in the morning and were full of curiosity about the chefs of the Long Song Line.
Hence, halfway through filming, when he heard that it was time, he immediately rushed over.
But as they walked, Zhang Ruojun suddenly looked at the ground in confusion.
"Hmm? Why was the ground so wet? Did it rain today?”
Old Qian shook his head gently.”
Zhang Ruojun's eyes widened. Who can drool so much?"
"Why not? Just Director Zhu alone could make three big bowls of water flow like a freaking faucet.”
Hearing this, they looked at each other and suddenly began to believe that the old man was bragging.
This kind of words were too unreliable. How could saliva wet the ground?
The fight in the morning was probably exposed because he was bragging, right?
However, at this moment, the east wind suddenly blew.
Immediately after, a fresh and rich fragrance suddenly assaulted his senses.
Zhang Tian 'ai, who had the most sensitive sense of smell, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The fragrance in the wind was very strong, but it was not greasy at all.
Under a careful sniff, there was also a charred fragrance of oil that had been roasted at high temperatures.
"Wow, it smells so good. What is that smell?!”
Hu Jun also sniffed."It's true. This taste…seems to be stewed pork trotter?!”
"What did I say? The fragrance is ten miles away!" Old Qian smiled proudly.”
"Damn, you can smell it from here?”
"Let's continue walking. When we reach the campsite, you'll know what it means to be absolutely delicious!”
Old Qian strode forward and led the group of people to the kitchen camp.
The closer he got, the stronger the meat fragrance became.
It was like a hook, reaching into their empty stomachs and stirring them.
At the same time, Yang Zhe heard a flurry of footsteps.
Hence, he raised his head and looked at the production team of "In the Snow".
"Hmm? Why are you here so soon?"
"But…
Why does he look a little unfamiliar?”
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