Food: starting from feeding Fat Reba in the crew

On Wednesday, the sun was warm.

Early in the morning, Yang Zhe got up.

He went to the warehouse, checked the inventory of various ingredients, and found that there were very few.

The leaves of the greens are yellowish and wilted.

The whole radish was shriveled, wrinkled, and no longer edible.

Looking at the meat stock, he found that there was only a poor lamb chop left in the entire freezer.

With such a small inventory, cooking at noon may not be enough.

Yang Zhe took out his mobile phone and made a call to Wang Dahai in the Life Department.

“Brother Wang, the ingredients on my side are gone, when will you come over, I plan to go out and purchase some.”

“Grocery shopping? Okay, I’ll go right away, wait for me. ”

Yang Zhe nodded and hung up the phone, and began to pick out a few green onions that were barely usable.

The carved beams and paintings of the film and television city shine brightly, and they look very dazzling under the light of the sun.

On the long antique avenue, many actors of all kinds are walking towards different crews.

At this time, a red electric tricycle suddenly appeared at the end of the avenue.

A middle-aged man was sitting in the car and drove up from the end

“Brother Yang, let’s go, go buy ingredients?”

“Why are you here so fast?”

“Damn, why can’t you delay your cooking!”

“Is it such an exaggeration?”

“Of course, our crew is now the first to cook and the second to film!”

Wang Dahai stopped the tricycle and walked into the kitchen.

He is Yang Zhe’s top boss, and he is usually called Brother Wang.

But Yang Zhe’s cooking was so delicious, so Wang Dahai also called him Brother Yang.

Two people call each other brothers, and neither is a younger brother.

Yang Zhe pulled a towel and wiped his hands, and then took off the apron on his body.

“Let’s go, Brother Wang, this time I need to buy some food, our crew is too good to eat!”

“Yes, the producer has allocated money again, buy more this time!”

Yang Zhe turned over and sat on the electric tricycle, and Wang Dahai drove quickly in front of him.

The shadows of trees on both sides of the road quickly pass by, making people dazzled.

The cool wind blew on the faces of the two, and they couldn’t help but feel very refreshed.

“Let’s buy vegetables for a few days this time?”

“Three days, it’s hot in summer, and it’s easy to spoil if you buy too many vegetables.”

“By the way, how much is the budget of the crew controlled?”

“Don’t worry about this, you must have brought enough, buy it with confidence.”

Yang Zhe nodded and confirmed the relevant matters with Wang Dahai.

Soon, the two arrived at the wet market.

This wet market should have been open for a long time, and all kinds of shops cannot be seen at a glance.

At this time, there were many people, and many grandpas and aunts with cloth pockets were walking back and forth.

Yang Zhe stepped in, and his eyes were covered with dense reminders.

【Plain washed carrots】

[Plain and dry purple cabbage].

【Fresh celery of average quality】

……

The variety of different cues dazzled him.

After looking at it, he stepped forward a few steps and came to a vegetable shop with a large number of potatoes.

“The potatoes are good, can you pick them?”

“Yes, the young man can pick at will, how much does it want?”

“Take a look first, come 40 pounds.”

“Gotta go, I’ll go get you a snakeskin bag.”

The aunt who sold vegetables quickly found a snakeskin bag and handed it to Yang Zhe.

Yang Zhe crouched down and began to pick among the hill-like piles of potatoes.

He picked up the potato and looked at it, then took another potato and flicked it.

No one knows what he’s picking.

【Plain ordinary potatoes】

“……”

【Ordinary quality potatoes with mud】

“……”

【Good quality yellow heart potatoes】

“Well, that’s okay.”

Yang Zhe rummaged through the pile of potatoes and several potato bags.

But there are not many good quality potatoes, and there are only five or six in a bag.

So he started with precision and quickly picked out the high-quality potatoes hidden in the pile of potatoes.

Then cleanly pack them into a snakeskin bag.

Seeing this scene, Wang Dahai and the vegetable seller were a little stupid.

“Brother Yang, you need five or six in each bag.”

“There are good and bad, we will definitely pick up the good ones and buy them.”

“Why do I look pretty much the same? How to distinguish between good and bad. ”

“It also takes experience.”

Yang Zhe replied without raising his head, and his hands continued to pull in the pile of potatoes.

The vegetable seller looked at Yang Zhe’s action of picking and choosing, and her face was impatient.

What’s going on with the young men now, you have to pick and choose when you buy a potato.

I’ve been growing potatoes for decades, and I’m called the potato fairy.

Even I can’t tell the difference between good and bad potatoes, can you?

After a while, Yang Zhe filled the originally deflated snakeskin bag.

Then he patted the dust on his hands and settled the account for his aunt.

Then he turned to buying meat.

This is the smallest area of the wet market.

There are not many stalls, but the variety is quite complete.

Yang Zhe’s gaze swept all the way and finally landed on a certain booth.

Half a lamb hanging from the iron shelf behind that stall looked okay.

“How is this lamb sold?”

“Thirty-one pounds, just slaughtered this morning, fresh.”

The owner of the meat stall was a fat man of more than two hundred pounds.

Wearing a Han shirt and a black apron with oil around her waist.

He held a knife in his right hand, and a very loyal expression appeared on his face.

Just slaughtered in the morning?

Yang Zhe frowned slightly, pulled his hind legs and looked at it twice.

Suddenly, a line of gray text notes appeared in front of his eyes.

[Overnight lamb slaughtered at three o’clock yesterday afternoon].

“Boss, are you kidding, your face is not red and breathless?”

“Huh?”

“Your lamb was obviously slaughtered at three o’clock yesterday.”

The boss stopped chopping the minced meat in his hand and looked shocked.

That dumbfounded look seemed to be frozen in place.

Lao Tzu has been selling mutton for so many years, and it is the first time he has seen this kind of thing.

Someone could even see the sheep I slaughtered???

On the other side, Wang Dahai, who was responsible for paying the money, was also dumbfounded.

Really fake?

Determine the time of death after post-mortem examination?

Isn’t this Nima a forensic job?

Brother Yang’s skill is also too powerful, right?