"Great hero, great hero!"
"Zhou Xiaoguang, you are a hero!”
The crew of "In the Snow" cheered, their smiles full of sincerity.
If not for the lack of music, they would probably be singing and dancing now.
Little Zhou really couldn't understand what was happening.
It's just a memory card. Isn't it fine as long as you have hands?
Why did it feel like he had ignited the engine of the wandering Earth?
The cameraman, Old Feng, saw something from the iron basin that the producer had knocked.
F * ck, did he forcefully lose his memory card?
And then, since he had missed a few more rounds, he would continue to film for another two to three days and continue to eat Chef Yang's food?
Good fellow, whose idea was it to come up with such an ingenious idea?!
Could it be Director Song's?
No wonder the old man refused to admit that the card was real.
It turned out that he had already planted a foreshadowing inside!
At this moment, Old Feng looked around and his gaze focused on Xiao Zhou and Director Song.
Damn it, could it be that Director Song had arranged for Little Zhou in advance?
He first pretended to lose the camera card and then asked Chef Yang, the third party, to be his witness.
Then, Director Song would appear and make this matter real.
This way, they could delay the filming of the movie, and it was even very reasonable.
What a deep scheme!
Could it be that he was the only simple-minded iron fool in this production team?!
Thinking of this, Old Feng couldn't help but feel scared!
She hurriedly found the camera card and then went to look for Director Song.
This action seemed to be for Xiao Zhou, but at the same time, it was also to avoid the loss of the production team.
However, it almost ruined Director Song's plan.
As a result, the wrap up ceremony was almost held as scheduled!
She had almost missed out on a few of Chef Yang's dishes.
Compared to those delicious dishes, was a few scenes important?
He had almost lost a lot because of his stupidity!
At the same time, Xiao Zhou was still at a loss. In the end, he couldn't help but look at Director Song.
"Director, isn't it enough to throw a memory card?”
"Uh…what's important isn't behavior, do you understand? The important thing is creativity."
“？？？”
At the same time, Director Zhu, who was smoking, suddenly walked over.
He had already returned to the hotel to take a shower and was planning to have a good sleep.
However, when he looked at the date, he realized that it was almost Wednesday.
Therefore, he quickly got up and rushed to the set of "Sweat in the Snow" at the speed of snatching food.
He planned to show off and make Director Song unable to sleep tonight.
However, when he arrived outside the resting room of the "In the Snow" crew, he was stunned by the cheers.
What was going on?
They were about to finish filming and couldn't eat Chef Yang's dishes, yet they were still so happy?
"Old Song, what are you guys doing?”
Director Song looked at Director Zhu and immediately beamed."Yo, Director Zhu is here? A rare guest, a rare guest."
"You guys picked up the money?" Director Zhu asked suspiciously. Why are you all so excited?"
"This is much happier than picking up money.”
"Tsk, we're almost done filming. We won't be able to eat anymore in the future, so why are you still so smug?”
Director Song raised his eyebrows slightly."Who told you that we're about to wrap up?”
Director Zhu was slightly stunned."You said so. Isn't it tomorrow?"”
"If I change it, it might be the weekend.”
"Did you really let Zhang Ruojun and Hu Jun shoot a kissing scene? You old hooligan really has a strong taste!”
"Bullsh * t, I found a better way.”
"Stop bragging. What can your peanut brain think of?”
Director Song revealed an indifferent but proud smile."Director Zhu, when we throw away a few more memory cards, we might even finish filming later than you guys!”
“？？？”
Director Zhu suddenly frowned when he heard this.
What did he mean? Lost the memory card?
And then finish filming a few days later and lose a few more times later than us?
In an instant, Director Zhu's brain seemed to have been electrocuted, and he instantly understood the connection.
F * ck, Director Song's move was simply miraculous.
"Do you understand?"
"I understand. Brilliant, truly brilliant!”
After Director Zhu finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.
Director Song hadn't had enough of showing off yet and quickly chased after him to stop him.
"Director Zhu, why are you in such a hurry to go back?”
"I'll go find the cameraman in our team and throw in a memory card with eight to ten cards.”
“？？？？”
Director Song widened his eyes in confusion."F * ck, what are you doing? We have the same company among our investors!”
Director Zhu frowned slightly. You're not letting me eat?"
"Oh, our two crews are filming next to each other. If you lose your memory card, I'll lose it too? It was still the end of filming. Were they fools?”
"Then what should we do? I want to eat a few more meals too. I'm only forty-nine years old. What's wrong with me wanting to eat a few more meals?”
"Think of a way to go yourself. Don't ruin my show behind me.”
Director Zhu suddenly smiled."If you don't think of a way for me, I'll report you. Anyway, we have a common investor!"”
Director Song was dumbfounded.”
"I don't care. I heard that you can eat a few more meals.”
“？？？？”
Director Song was silent for a long time before he suddenly pulled Little Zhou, who was racking her brains to think of the cause and effect, over.
Then, he pushed Xiao Zhou in front of Director Zhu and patted the young man's shoulder hard.
"This is our hero. He was the one who came up with the solution.”
Director Zhu's eyes lit up.”
Director Song sighed sadly."As long as you don't ruin the show, I'll give it to you.”
"Young man, you're a talent. Let's go. Come with me to the hotel. I'll treat you to red wine.”
"..."
Little Zhou thought to himself, Can't you guys just say what you want to say?
What the hell was this!
This is worse than the days when I found out that I lost the memory card.
Why don't you burn a mat for me and send me in?
…
Early autumn night.
The film studio, which had just drizzled, was slightly cold.
Yang Zhe wore a coat and sat on the recliner, staring at the moonlit sky.
While he was cooking these few days, he carefully thought
about the mission of collecting 100 good reviews to unlock a dish. It was probably not a regular mission.
This was something that could only be found in the first stage.
Otherwise, he would have to unlock new dishes in the next few days.
From the looks of it, the second phase of each mission was worth 5,000 good reviews.
Once he reached the target number, he could unlock an entire new cuisine.
However, he couldn't choose the cuisine himself. He had to draw it.
However, none of the eight major cuisines were simple. Any one of them was enough to eat for a lifetime.
The taste of Shandong cuisine was mainly salty and fresh. It emphasized the purity of salty and fresh taste and emphasized the original taste.
Sichuan Cuisine, which mainly tasted spicy, was both fresh and rich, and it was good at using spicy seasoning.
The taste of Cantonese cuisine was fresh and fragrant. It was clear but not bland, fresh but not ordinary, tender but not raw, oily but not greasy.
Jiangsu cuisine was mainly light in taste, and it was important to adjust the soup to maintain the original juice and taste mild.
There was also Zhejiang cuisine, Hunan cuisine, and Huizhou cuisine.
Each cuisine had its own unique characteristics and varied tastes.
It covered stir-frying, braising, bra
Moreover, the knife skills required for the dishes of each cuisine were completely different.
For example, if one cut a green onion, there would be green onion balls, green onion shreds, green onion sections, green onion knots, green onion eyebrows, green onion horse ears, green onion gold thread, green onion silver thread, green onion inch.
Different cuisines required different knife skills.
Previously, there was a person who sold kitchen knives on the internet who said that Chinese people did not know how to use knives.
They said that Michelin chefs were the right ones.
Michelin was founded in 1889. How many years had it been?
It was only a hundred years, and the eight great cuisines that dared to judge the five thousand years of inheritance were also drunk.
Yang Zhe finished his tea, poured out the tea leaves, and turned around to return to his room.
As soon as he got on the bed, he felt something on his back.
She turned around and saw that it was the panda Di that Zhang Tianai had given her.
I should bring this panda Di tomorrow.
Yang Zhe put the watch on the bedside table in case he forgot.
But just as he lay down, he could not help but sit up again.
Why am I wearing a watch?
If he wanted to check the time, he could just take out his phone.
The phone was connected to the internet in real-time and automatically adjusted the time.
Now, she had to think about which watch to wear every day. She felt so tired.
The next morning, the weather was sunny and cloudy.
Zhang Tianai received the news that the memory card in the crew was lost and there were a few scenes that needed to be filmed.
Coincidentally, she was not in these scenes.
Therefore, Zhang Tianai, who was on vacation for no reason, came to the small kitchen.
Perhaps it was because the filming date was approaching that she liked to come here these few days.
Perhaps it was to eat vegetables, or perhaps it was to eat people.
Err... Anyway, it wasn't really cannibalism.
"Chef Yang, good morning!"
Yang Zhe raised his head.”
Zhang Tianai came to the kitchen counter and glanced at it."Are you making a new dish?"
"Yes, I'm making Boshan Tofu Box, Stir-fried Kidney Flower, and Four Happiness Meatballs today.”
"Can I watch from the side?”
"Of course, let's find a place to do it.”
Zhang Tianai pulled a chair over and sat down, smiling sweetly.
Boshan Tofu Box, also known as Qi State Tofu Box, was an unpopular but very delicious dish.
Tofu boxes, as the name implied, were boxes made of tofu.
He took out the whole piece of tofu and cut it into even cubes.
Then, he placed it in a 60 to 70% hot oil pan and fried it until it was golden yellow.
Then, he made a horizontal cut along the top, but he couldn't reach the bottom.
Then, he took out the tofu heart and hollowed it out into a box.
Then, he placed the minced meat that had been fried in advance into the tofu box and closed the lid.
Then, he steamed it for fifteen minutes and finally poured the sauce out of the pot.
The meat stuffing was made of pork, dried shrimps, fungus, onions, and ginger.
Sesame oil, soy sauce, minced garlic, vinegar, and starch were used to thicken the soup.
Its texture was delicate, fragrant, tender, and had an endless aftertaste.
Although this dish was a little unpopular, it had been served at state banquets and served to foreign guests.
This was enough to prove that its taste was definitely not ordinary.
After taking a bite, the tofu was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The meat filling was full of juice.
The fresh and thick soup awakened his appetite, and the soft fragrance of beans bloomed on the tip of his tongue.
In the end, the meat filling's fragrance spread out, and the three flavors combined together.
The fragrance was tender, the taste was mellow, and the fragrance was rich.
"Chef Yang, what time is it now?”
Yang Zhe was frying meat fillings when he suddenly heard Zhang Tianai's voice.
He didn't think too much about it and took out his phone to take a quick look.
"It's nine o'clock. What's wrong?"
Zhang Tianai bit her lip and looked away."Your phone doesn't seem to be very accurate, right?”
"..."
Yang Zhe was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted.
Then, he gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing the panda disco.
"It's 9:13."
Zhang Tianai nodded.”
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