There was a restaurant in the middle of the Capital Film and Television City.
It was said to be one of the tallest buildings in the period drama.
He had called Yue Lai, Fu Lai, and Lion's Restaurant.
Wu Song in the new version of Water Margins was fighting and killing the West Gate Lord here.
Walking along the restaurant, there was a small three-story house.
It used to be a restaurant owned by the film studio.
But later, because it was too bad, it went bankrupt.
Director Song and Director Zhu discussed for a while and directly rented it for Yang Zhe for three months.
Anyway, it was an empty house and there was no market for it. It was not expensive to rent it.
The next morning, the sun was bright and the weather was warm.
Wang Dahai drove the medium-sized truck to the kitchen camp.
The stage supervisor also sent over a dozen extras to help Yang Zhe move the things.
Moving the kitchen wasn't a big deal. It was a large commercial integrated stove.
There were a few large iron pots, a row of props, pots, pans, ladles, and all kinds of spoons.
A large truck was more than enough, and they were all killed in one go.
From eight in the morning to one in the afternoon, the things were basically moved.
Yang Zhe wiped his sweat and pounded his waist. His entire body was aching.
Damn, my body is too weak.
Why don't I use the soup base for stewing pork knuckles to stew a sheep's penis someday?
Yang Zhe took a deep breath and realized that Wang Dahai was sitting on a stool by the door, watching a video.
The extras were also leaning against the steps, not showing any intention of moving.
"Brother Wang, I'm done moving.”
"It's fine, it's fine. It's not hard at all.”
"I mean, there's nothing else." Yang Zhe rubbed his nose.”
Wang Dahai looked up and laughed. It's pretty good!"
“……”
Yang Zhe's mouth twitched.”
Wang Dahai immediately stood up. Brothers, Chef Yang wants to cook. Let's go buy a box of wine!”
"Damn it! I'll go!"
“？？？？”
Yang Zhe widened his eyes in confusion.
These Sixth Brothers really didn't know how to write the word 'courteous'.
I just finished moving and my back is already broken from exhaustion, yet I still have to cook?
At the same time, at the filming location of the Long Song Festival.
The actors who had just finished filming sat together, their faces full of listlessness.
Today was the day Yang Zhe's kitchen moved.
Since he had moved, he was destined to be unable to cook for the crew.
Hence, the director instructed the stage supervisor to go to a hotel with good reviews outside and order a batch of lunch boxes.
Yuxiang Shredded Pork, Red Braised Pork, Sour and Spicy Fat Beef…
Anyway, there were all kinds of them to satisfy everyone's taste.
If it was in the past, this kind of bento box would definitely make the extras clap and praise it.
However, things were different now.
After eating Yang Zhe's cooking, the taste of this lunch box was basically like chewing wax.
"Bah!"
The producer threw the lunch box away." What the f * ck is this? It's not even for dogs!"”
The director was chewing when he couldn't help but look up at him."Do you think you are polite?"
"No, you can eat this?”
"You don't have to film. You just sit there and drink tea all day. We still have a big show in the afternoon.”
"I say, Old Zhu, you shouldn't have agreed to Song Xiaofei. Why did you move the kitchen for no reason?”
The director took two bites of the dish." I'll treat this as a pork knuckle. I'll just do it with my eyes closed."”
The producer's mouth twitched.""If I had known this would happen, I would have saved the pig knuckle soup.”
"Isn't it you? He had secretly brought a basin back, but in the end, it was all spilled before he reached the house.”
"Isn't there someone behind us who wants to snatch it?”
The director took a few more mouthfuls of rice and threw the lunch box directly onto the box in front of him.
Even if he had to draw a cake to satisfy his hunger, he had to draw one. He had even forgotten what pig knuckle tasted like.
At this moment, the producer suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
"Old Zhu, look over there."
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Director Zhu looked in the direction he was pointing.
In the corner of the studio, Wu Lei was wearing his costume and facing the wall.
The two of them looked at each other in surprise.
He could actually eat such a taste.
Wasn't his taste affected by Chef Yang's cooking?
"What's going on? This guy is actually eating so happily?"
"I don't know. Let's go and take a look.”
The producer waved and led Director Zhu over.
Their footsteps were very light, and they basically did not make a sound.
When he walked behind Wu Lei, he didn't notice it at all and was still burying his head in his food.
Director Zhu stretched his neck and looked down. His eyes instantly froze.
Wu Lei was holding a big stick in his hand.
The big stick was wrapped in a plastic bag with solidified meat soup on it.
The soup was oily and shiny, and the top was even covered with crispy soft bones.
Especially the end, which had been smashed open by something. There was still some bone marrow inside.
At that moment, Thunder Soro immediately picked up a spoon and put a mouthful of rice into his mouth.
Then, Solo took a bite of the big stick bone and Kuai took a bite of rice.
Director Zhu glanced at the producer, his eyes full of questions.
The producer took a deep breath and felt that the bone looked a little familiar.
Wasn't this the bone in the big pig's elbow?
With that thought, the two of them immediately reached out and locked Wu Lei's neck.
"Good heavens, I was wondering why there was only meat and no bones on the plate of pork knuckle the day before yesterday. So you stole it before it was served?!”
Wu Lei was shocked, and the bone in his hand almost flew away.""F * ck, why aren't you making any sound when you walk?!”
The producer looked at him contemptuously." You're an A-list actor after all. Can't you be more promising?"”
"You have a future? If you're a promising man, don't drool at my big bone club!”
“……”
The producer touched the corner of his mouth. It was indeed wet.
She looked at the director and saw that his pants were almost wet from his saliva.
"You shameless brat, hiding here and eating for yourself!”
"Didn't you guys enjoy your bento boxes?”
The director pursed his lips and swallowed.”
Wu Lei picked up his lunch box and said,"I just ate half a box of rice."”
"Did you say anything? Give me a bite."
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