Food: starting from feeding Fat Reba in the crew

“No, Director Zhu, is there obviously something wrong with your expression?”

The director began to gag: “Whatever, you read it wrong, I am naturally misanthropetic.” ”

Boss Xu coughed: “We have known each other for so many years, you can say something directly, as for the branches?” ”

“Oh, okay, then I’ll tell you the truth.”

The director sighed and told the leading actors about competing to eat a box lunch.

It also depicts the taste and texture of the egg fried rice in detail.

After listening to his description, the boss and chef looked shocked and couldn’t believe their ears.

Egg fried rice?

Also Nima rushed to eat?!

How many starring actors have never seen good things!

Director Zhu, are you kidding me?! ”

The director narrowed his eyes: “Who joked with you?” What I said is true! ”

Boss Xu confirmed again: “That box lunch is really better than the banquet we carefully prepared?” ”

“There is a half-lie that you can’t grab the lamb with green onions at night.”

“……”

Boss Xu looked at the chef behind him.

And the chef’s face was already gloomy.

Compare the crew’s box lunch with your own craftsmanship?

This is a naked insult!

“Impossible!”

Boss Xu agreed with him: “Director Zhu, this excuse is a little too bad. ”

The director raised his head: “Don’t believe it? Okay, then I’ll show you around! ”

“Hehe, then I really have a good insight.”

Speaking of this, Boss Xu and the chef’s anger also came up.

Actually said that the crew’s box lunch is even better than the dishes in their restaurant?

Does this crew cook have any heavenly cooking skills?!

Fengmingju is a well-known restaurant in the country, and ordinary people have to book half a year in advance if they want to eat.

What kind of cats and dogs dare to compare.

While speaking, several people went straight to the kitchen camp.

At this time, Yang Zhe had just finished cooking and was sitting outside brushing videos.

Chef Fengminglou came over imposingly and stood in front of him with a big belly.

“You, the chef of the crew’s box lunch?”

Yang Zhe raised his head and covered the light with his hand: “Big head and thick neck, go together?” ”

Chef Fengminglou narrowed his eyes: “Come on, make dishes and compare them with me.” ”

“Than? What am I comparing with you? ”

“You don’t know who I am, do you? I am the chef of Fengming Lou, and the banquet for the starring cast of the Changge Crew was originally my responsibility! ”

“……”

Yang Zhe then understood that the fat man came to find fault.

The reason is because he robbed his star diners.

But Yang Zhe felt a little wronged.

Celebrities are also people, and praise is only one.

So it makes no difference to him whether the group performance or the star.

He didn’t mean to grab the guy’s diners at all.

“I didn’t force those stars to come.”

“I know, that’s why I think it’s an insult to me!”

“Really?”

“Of course, what are you best at? I’m going to beat you with your best dishes! ”

“……”

The corner of Yang Zhe’s mouth twitched.

It’s obviously just a dish, how to make it burn more than Naruto.

“Then fry the lamb with green onions.”

“Well, it’s better than this!”

The chef of Fengminglou rolled his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

It just so happened that the crew’s kitchen had enough pots and stoves.

The two looked at each other, and the knife began to work.

First of all, the chef of Fengming Lou.

He took a piece of mutton with some blood and water and couldn’t help but start cutting it.

Brush brush brush ——

The blade is cold and fast as the wind.

The bright red pieces of meat turned into thin and even slices of meat under his knife.

Chef Fengminglou laughed secretly.

Let’s see how we cut this slice of meat!

Not only is it incredibly fast, but it is also regular and smooth, with a consistent thickness and thickness.

Can the cook who makes the bento have this knife job?

He raised his head triumphantly and looked at Yang Zhe next door.

I saw Yang Zhe calm down, and in an instant, a burst of knife flowers flew.

The tender slices of lamb shank are like running water, gradually spreading out on the board.

？？？？

Chef Fengminglou was stunned for a moment.

I grass, this box of rice cook’s knife work has something.

But knife skills are nothing, the next is my performance moment!

Chef Fengminglou laughed treacherously and started to boil oil.

Then pick up the handle of the pot with one hand and moisten the pot evenly with oil.

Take up the plate again and gently pour the lamb slices into the pan.

Just listening to the sound of “stinging”, the color of the meat slices in the oil pan darkens at a very fast speed.

He swung a spatula and stir-fried it until it was broken, then added the chopped green onion.

The sliced meat wrapped in hot oil meets the chopped green onion, bursting into a rich aroma!

Chef Fengminglou laughed secretly.

Look at the taste!

Not only is it fragrant, but the green onion is fresh and the meat smells long. Write taste! Write only the taste!

Can the cook who makes the bento make this flavor?

He turned his head smugly and looked at Yang Zhe next door again.

After watching for a while, he quietly stuck his head out.

Buzz-

Chef Fengminglou’s brain trembled instantly.

The aroma that came out of the other pot was integrated and fragrant.

The green onion flavor and the meat flavor are intertwined, independent and inseparable from each other.

What’s going on with this scent?!

The chef’s face was full of horror.

But soon, he adjusted his form.

It’s okay, the smell of this thing is just embellishment!

After all, the dish is to be eaten in the mouth, so the taste and texture of the mouth is the most important!

Five minutes later, the two turned off the fire at the same time.

Two plates of flavorful fried lamb with green onions were served.

For a while, the air on the set was filled with the strong smell of meat slices.

The two chefs stood on either side of the table.

The chef of Fengminglou wrapped his arms around his chest, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, looking full of confidence.

Yang Zhe’s face was expressionless, and he looked very indifferent.

The director saw that the atmosphere between the two was a little delicate, so he waved his hand and called the scene manager, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Soon, the field manager asked for a bouquet of chrysanthemums from the prop group.

This is for the funeral scenes in the play.

The field attendant walked over and handed one to everyone’s hand.

The director saw that everyone had flowers in their hands, so he cleared his throat.

“Our crew has two chefs competing today, let’s go and taste the fried lamb with green onions they made.”

“Whoever thinks he does a good job, give the chrysanthemum in his hand to whom.”

(ps: If there are flowers, evaluation tickets, and monthly passes, add more!) ）