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"What a coincidence, I am 21 years old, and my sister is three years older than me. As the saying goes, a third-year girl holds a gold brick. Can my lady let me carry a gold brick home?"

"Hate.

! You'll be kidding me!"

Tang Yan pinched Han Changsheng coquettishly, but the strength of his hands was extremely weak, like scratching an itch.

Unfortunately, she herself bit her lip and laughed, feeling weak before.

The old man seems to have a natural resentment.

It can make the seven of them happy and forget their sorrows.

While talking, Yang Mi and her six daughters arrived one by one, and the family of eight got on the Ford 35 and went straight home...

Di Lieba hugged Han Changsheng's arm tightly, and asked Tang Yan, "Third Sister, you must have had a good time!"

Tang Yan smiled and said, "Of course I'm happy to go out with the master."

Fat Di shook his head and said, "That's not what I'm talking about, it's that the master went back to your mother's house with you and participated in a noodle stretching competition, and won a lifetime free card."

Liu Sisi: "Isn't the master's movement of stretching the noodles very handsome?" Hearing about the scene, everyone was shocked."

Gu Li Nazha: "What I admire more is the master's savage skills, even the little devils in the Japanese country can be spit blood by the master."

Tang Yan was surprised, "How do you all know about this?"

She remembered that she didn't mention this matter when everyone was chatting on video together. Zhao Liying said that it seemed like she had seen it with her own eyes: "It was spread on the Internet that night. I guess you and the master were busy fighting and didn't see it. .”

Fatty sighed, "Why do you think I can't come across such a good thing?"

Han Changsheng raised his eyebrows, "You call this kind of trouble a good thing."

Fat Di took it for granted: "Why don't you call it a good thing? The third sister will definitely remember it in her mind and miss it for the rest of her life. If you accompany me home, you will also encounter this kind of..."

"Stop! This kind of accident must not be too many, this time is enough!"

Not waiting: After Fatty finished speaking, Han Changsheng hurriedly interrupted her fantasy about what to say later.

Everything should be safe and sound when you go back to your mother's house, and it's best not to have any troubles in the middle.

Otherwise, God knows what will happen.

Tong Liya covered Fatty's mouth, and said angrily: "You little girl, please be quiet, I don't know what the master is most afraid of... Trouble."

Yang Mi squinted at Fat Di, put her arms around Han Changsheng and asked, "Master, you didn't talk about it in detail yesterday, now tell me how to shoot this food documentary."

Han Changsheng: "The filming is from receiving and processing to eating, with narration in between, and the local dialects spoken by the participants in the production process."

"... I don't understand."

Yang Mi scratched her head, a little confused.

Isn't a documentary just filming and then adding narration? Why are there so many new things in it? "You'll know it when you get home."

……

Han's Villa.

Backyard vegetable garden.

Han Changsheng straightened his throat, and spoke in a correct and round voice.

"In the early morning of November, the subtropical monsoon blowing from the Pacific Ocean awakened the smog that had never dissipated in the capital."

"Wow!"

Fatty's eyes lit up, and he looked at Han Changsheng brightly, "Master's voice is so magnetic!"

Liu Sisi nodded again and again, "It sounds so good!"

Yang Mi stared at the two little ones, "Listen carefully, don't interrupt."

"In the early morning, in the vegetable garden, the lettuce is stretching its body.

The leaves were washed spotless by the dew, and they shone bright green, as if they were carved from pieces of emerald green.

Lettuce, a common food on the table of ordinary people, provides users with a large amount of dietary fiber and trace elements..."

Han Changsheng finished the simple picking process with a broadcast accent, and then asked: "The shooting I'm talking about is... something like this, what do you think?"

Tong Liya nodded again and again, "It's super good, it sounds like a ritual of life."

Tang Yansi said: "If you use the 4's high-definition camera to record the process of picking and processing lettuce, and then add this oral broadcast by the master, I think everyone will fall in love with lettuce."

Fatty cheered and said: "I will fall in love with the voice of the master!"

Zhao Liying said: "But there is a problem here, where should such documentaries be broadcast?"

Han Changsheng said: "Under normal circumstances, it should be on CCTV, but I don't know how to do it this way."

Playing TV dramas, perhaps local stations have an advantage.

But this kind of humanistic documentary must be broadcast on the platform of CCTV.

Yang Mi gestured for a phone call, "Master, don't you know Wen Zhengyang from the Ministry of Rites? Just ask him."

Han Changsheng thought for a while, then nodded slowly.