Food: starting from feeding Fat Reba in the crew

Kyoto.

A sunny morning.

The glorious sun hangs in the sky.

There was a cacophony of footsteps and shouts.

Yang Zhe gasped and woke up from the stool.

Opening his somewhat heavy eyelids, he felt a little surprised.

Where is this…?

I was obviously in the back kitchen of the hotel just now.

Everything was normal, but a blinding flash of fire suddenly exploded from in front of him.

Then he saw the darkness in front of him, and then opened his eyes and changed places.

Intense fire…?

Gas pipeline explosion?!

Yang Zhe took a deep breath, and six words suddenly appeared in his mind.

Is he born again?

He pinched his thigh fiercely, and the sharp pain came quickly.

Not a dream?

Is he really reborn?!

He raised his head and looked around.

I found myself in a huge valley.

The terrain of this valley is very precipitous, and the rocks on both sides are even steeper.

From time to time, gravel and debris roll down, which looks very dangerous.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight shaking on the ground.

When he turned his head to look, his eyes widened!

In front of yourself, near a narrow mountain path to the west.

A group of men dressed in ancient costume armor roared past him on tall horses.

The sound of horses’ hooves kicking and tapping made all around them dusty.

Reaching out and fanning the dust in front of him, he looked at the group of people without blinking.

There were a lot of them, and Yang Zhe roughly estimated that there were about fifty or sixty.

Moreover, he still holds all kinds of weapons in his hands, and constantly shouts some words that make people’s blood boil.

“Rush, for victory and hope!”

“Soldiers, kill!”

“Killing the enemy and serving the country, my life is duty-bound!”

“For the peace of our country and the stability of our people! Kill!! ”

Horses and soldiers neighed and swept in front of them, bringing a strong wind.

Yang Zhe stood in place with a confused expression, and he couldn’t believe his eyes.

What’s the situation?

Am I traveling back in time?!

Damn, I hated history the most when I was in school.

How can he live by throwing him in this ancient time in the wild mountains?

He looked a little sluggishly in the direction the soldiers left.

Some confused, some desperate.

Just as he was thinking about what to do.

Suddenly, a rough-voiced male voice came from behind Yang Zhe.

“Duh! Not bad, not bad, it’s been done all over again! ”

“Everyone took a good picture, take a break, the logistics quickly go to deliver water!”

“Director, how do you see this?”

When Yang Zhe turned his head to look.

A bunch of big men dressed in casual clothes, holding various equipment and slateboards were found.

It looks like a combination of director and field manager.

Look at the posture… This is the crew?

His gaze rolled around again.

I saw many unknown group performances sweating in the sun

The choreographer on the side wore sunglasses and held a thick script in his hand, speaking loudly to the group performers very unceremoniously.

Not far away, in the open field, there are also various equipment for hoisting Weiya.

All these things made him a little dazzled.

I grass!

It turned out to be a TV series?

Yang Zhe suddenly reacted and understood that he was on the shooting scene!

What kind of scene is this?

He looked around and saw a banner hanging not far away.

The banner reads: I wish the crew of “Long Song Line” a good start!

Long song line…?

Looking at the distant and familiar environment around him, Yang Zhe lowered his head slightly, and some long-ago memories suddenly flooded into his heart.

That’s right, when I was 22 years old, I worked as a cook in this crew for a while.

But it’s a pity.

The profession of crew chef is not only not profitable, but also exhausting.

One person has to cook hundreds of people’s box lunches a day, and the pots and shovels are all smoking.

At the end of the day, my back was sore and very uncomfortable.

In desperation, he chose to change his career and became a chef in a restaurant.

He did this until he was thirty-five years old.

This year he became a chef.

There are not dozens of apprentices under him, but dozens.

Although he is single and unmarried, his cooking skills are not bad.

After becoming a chef, I didn’t receive a single bad review.

When he has nothing to do, he likes to fish and water flowers, which is very pleasant.

His life is also a small achievement, but not much.

Just as Yang Zhe recalled his career as a chef.

A cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his head.

Ding-

【Congratulations to the host for activating the gourmet system! 】 】

[Get the recipe: god-level egg fried rice! ] 】

[Host: Yang Zhe].

[Identity: Crew Chef].

[Prestige: Unknown].

Yang Zhe: ???

What the hell?!

His own crossing goldfinger has arrived?

It caught him off guard.

Yang Zhe quickly came back to his senses, and then he found that he had many more things in his mind that he had never had before.

For example, a recipe that says ‘god-level egg fried rice’ and a related introduction to this gastronomic system.

This gastronomic system… Sounds like a powerful look.

I just don’t know how it works.

After a little thought, Yang Zhe decided to go to the kitchen first.

But before he took two steps, he found that he had forgotten where the kitchen was after so many years.

After thinking hard for a while, my brain was stunned and I couldn’t remember anything.

In desperation, he casually pulled a passing field.

“Brother, do you know where the back kitchen is?”

“Crazy, huh? You cook every day and can’t even remember the location of the kitchen? Go straight over there and turn left. ”

The attendant looked terrified and looked at this cook of their crew like a ghost.

Yang Zhe heard him say this, and awkwardly let go of the hand holding his arm.

Then he walked in the direction he was pointing.

Halfway through, he looked at the familiar scenery around him.

That long-standing sense of familiarity came to mind.

Soon, he arrived at the kitchen door.