Yang Zhe picked up the pot and turned it to high heat to stir-fry the sauce.
The burning flames were very beautiful in the camera.
Immediately after, he turned off the fire and took out the pot. The crystal clear and crispy shredded potatoes were placed on the plate.
The sour, spicy, and fragrant smell instantly overflowed.
It made people drool and start to get restless.
After all, sourness and spiciness were the two most appetizing flavors.
Especially when the two auras were combined and cooked by excellent culinary skills.
Once the fragrance spread, it could easily arouse one's appetite.
"Crack!"
The moment the steam rose, Director Liu suddenly opened his mouth and shouted to stop.
Then, he swallowed hard and waved at the stage supervisor.
"Xiao Liu, quickly bring me a pair of pants. They're all f * cking wet!”
"And Little Zhang, quick, quick, quick. Hurry up and take it away. If you don't leave now, I'm going to f * cking drool!”
The stage supervisor took a step forward and held his breath before picking up the shredded potatoes.
The reason why he didn't inhale wasn't because of the bad smell.
Instead, it was because he couldn't resist the temptation of the smell. He was afraid that he would finish the plate of shredded potatoes on the way to the house.
However, other than Zhao Lusi, no one else knew what was going on.
At this moment, the test of their sense of smell had just begun.
"Wipe your sweat."
"Let me do it."
Zhao Lusi borrowed some toilet paper and gently wiped his sweat.
Seeing this scene, Yang Zhe suddenly felt a little strange.
"Don't you have toilet paper in your pocket?”
"When?"
"When I touched your chest previously, it was soft. You said it was toilet paper.”
"Bah, what an annoying straight man!"
“？？？”
After wiping the sweat off his head.
Yang Zhe washed the wok and prepared to stir-fry the lamb with scallion.
According to the director's request, he had to show off his skills throughout the entire process.
Because the character in the drama was a superb chef.
The purpose of showing off was to increase the image and make the shots more exciting and enjoyable to watch.
But at the same time, he could not be too ostentatious, because he was a chef, not a mage.
Yang Zhe sighed and thought to himself that this damn production team was full of sh * t.
If he wanted to show off, then so be it. Why didn't he want to show off properly?
It seemed that 80,000 yuan an hour was not that easy to earn.
Yang Zhe sighed, poured cooking oil into the pot, and then began to stir-fry the spices.
Then, he poured the mutton that had been marinated in advance into the pot.
With a sizzling sound, the bottom of the pot boiled again.
In the rolling heat, every piece of meat began to curl up naturally, and the color gradually darkened.
At the same time, the meat of the mutton also began to become firm and oily.
Then, he added chopped green onions and minced garlic and stir-fried them over high heat.
At that moment, a fierce flame rose from the wok.
From the perspective of the cameraman, it was like a raging fire bursting out of a frying pan.
The fierce tongues of fire continued to fly upwards, and at its peak, it almost hit the roof.
At the same time, the scorching grilling began to stimulate the unique flavor of the mutton.
The rich juice in the meat began to seep out and dissolve into the skin.
The unique taste fused in the high-temperature fire and gradually combined into a unique mellow fragrance.
This was the origin of the word "explosion" in lamb with scallion.
Because this was the only way to lock the fresh out of the fragrant.
The juicy mutton was smooth, tender, and fragrant under the high temperature.
At the same time, the sweetness of the onions combined with the taste of the meat in an instant.
"Fuck!"
Director Liu couldn't help but burst out. Saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth.
He was best at shooting period dramas or family ethics dramas.
He had been filming for ten years since he started working on this subject.
In these TV dramas, there were often scenes of cooking.
Because in this kind of theme that was close to life, daily necessities were the main focus.
But no matter which movie it was, it had never been as difficult for him as today.
The strong fragrance kept coming out. It was as if she was taking off her clothes to seduce him!
He wished he could slap it and eat the mutton in the pot.
However, his rationality told him that he was a professional director.
A professional director definitely could not eat the props on set!
At this moment, Yang Zhe, who was stir-frying the ingredients, suddenly frowned slightly.
He felt that something was not right, so he bent down to look at the fire.
"This furnace fire isn't too stable. It can't even emit a smell.”
"This is much worse than my stove. Has it been a long time since it was used?”
"..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the staff in the team swallowed their saliva.
Hehe, the taste…didn't explode?
Then what was floating in the courtyard? Was it an illusion?
At the same time, Yang Zhe put the dishes on the plate.
The smooth and tender mutton slices were plump, and they were stained with the oily soup.
Paired with the green and garlic, it was beautiful.
"Crack!"
"Take it away, quickly take it away!"
Hearing this, the stage supervisor quickly put on a three-layer mask.
Then, he picked up the plate of scallion lamb and ran to the main actor's room.
However, the staff at the filming site were still drooling. They were completely dumbfounded.
Didn't the dishes leave? Why was the taste still so alluring?
Not only did it not weaken, but it even became more fragrant!
Thinking of this, everyone could not help but look at the steaming hot clay pot.
Yang Zhe put on heat-resistant gloves and gently opened the lid.
In an instant, the fragrance of wine and meat assaulted his senses.
The fresh and sweet taste of the wine captured everyone's sense of smell.
And among these people, the close-up cameraman was the one who had the hardest time.
Because he wanted to take a close-up shot of the Huadiao Chicken in the pot.
Therefore, not only could he smell it, but he could also see it.
In the brownish-yellow wine soup, the meat that had been simmered to a golden color was smooth and shiny.
The fresh and tender meat trembled with the boiling soup. The juice overflowed and the mellow fragrance assailed his nostrils.
The cameraman let go of his phone and slapped his face a few times.
Then, he took a deep breath to prevent himself from falling into the smell.
"Quick, close the lid.”
"Chef Yang, please do me a favor. I'm dying of hunger!”
Director Liu supported his knees with his palms, drooling profusely.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Zhao Lusi had said before.
[Chef Yang is the lunchbox chef for the production team of "The Long Song" and "In the Snow."】
In other words…
Old Zhu and Old Song, those two dogs, could eat such delicious food every day?!
(PS: Zhao Lusi said, looking for monthly votes, looking for comments!）
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