"It's time to eat!"
"It's time to eat!"
At noon, the meal delivery truck arrived, and Qian Afa personally escorted it.
He was really worried and looked for Chen Qi everywhere, but Chen Qi ignored him and had to direct his apprentices to work. The foreigner had a special dining car. One dish was General Tso's chicken, the other was tangerine peel chicken, and there were two vegetarian dishes.
, a soup...
"Honestly, this situation is very weird. I never thought I would be queuing up for lunch in a middle of nowhere in China."
Ed whispered.
"Yes, yes, this is lower than the probability of us becoming big stars, but it happened... Wow, I like the taste of this!"
Amy took a deep breath and went straight to the tangerine peel chicken. Looking at the attractive golden chicken nuggets, she said excitedly: "Is this General Tso's chicken?"
"No, no, this is called Tangerine Chicken!"
Qian Afa knows some foreign languages.
Amy didn't understand what tangerine peel was, so Qian Afa simply said: "Orange chicken is orange-flavored and sweeter. This one is not too sweet."
"I want this!"
She decisively filled a large plate, and when Ed saw this, he also filled a plate.
The people behind were equally interested and asked here and there. About 70% of them chose tangerine peel chicken and 30% chose General Tso's chicken.
Qian Afa watched tremblingly, fearing that others would be dissatisfied.
I saw Amy forking a piece of chicken with a fork and stuffing it into her mouth. She was visibly happy, covering her mouth and nodding frequently. Ed also liked it after eating a piece and gave him a thumbs up.
Looking at the other foreigners, they were all very happy.
"Huh...scared me to death!"
Qian Afa breathed a sigh of relief, but his apprentice really didn't understand, and asked curiously: "Master, we can't even eat such sweet chicken, why do they like to eat it?"
"Americans just have that habit and love to eat sweets."
"Then what shall we do tomorrow?"
"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, add as much sugar as you can!"
Compared with here, the Chinese staff are very shabby. There is no special dining car, so they line up in the open space of the concentration camp to get meals, but no one makes a sound, as if they are thieves.
"Hey, what are you eating?"
"I'm asking you something!"
Yan Shunkai pulled Zhou Yemang to have a look, but Zhou Yemang pulled him away, buried his head and left.
"What's wrong?"
When he came closer, he lowered his head and took a look.
Fried pork with green pepper!
Fried pork with shredded potatoes!
There is also mung bean soup to relieve the heat!
Yan Shunkai thought he was blind because what he ate yesterday was steamed buns, pickles, starch sausage, and whispered: "Is this for us?"
"Don't say anything, we just need to know," the cook warned.
"Hey!"
He took the lunch box to fill the rice, covered it with vegetables, and had another bowl to hold the soup. He had no place to sit, so he simply squatted on the ground and snored to show off. Zhou Yemang came over at this time, squatted next to him, and said, "Where do you think this food comes from?"
of?"
"It came out evenly?" Yan Shunkai thought for a moment.
"You are wise! I heard that it was Comrade Chen Qi who picked it out of the mouths of foreigners. Foreigners even have extremely high food standards and can eat whatever they want..."
"Shh!"
Yan Shunkai quickly stopped and said: "Eat quickly, eat quickly!"
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“Eat slowly!”
"Come, have some soup!"
On the bus, Gong Xue is taking care of Fang Chao's meal. Fang Chao is 6 years old this year, but he is 5 years old in the play. He cannot be too old. It makes no logical sense for a child who is too old to believe this kind of game.
"You are really a good wife and mother. Have you really found the feeling of being a mother?" Chen Qi said sarcastically.
"We have collaborated on two dramas, of course we have feelings for each other."
"Hey, we have been working together for several years, and I have never seen you feed me!"
"Come on, come on, I'll feed you, open your mouth!"
Gong Xue took a rice spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. Chen Qi hid and whispered in her ear: "You have feelings, you have feelings. Don't ask for a godmother or something when the time comes. That's asking for trouble."
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"Tsk!"
Gong Xue glared at him, this guy really hurts people when he loves them, and he is also really annoying when he is angry.
"Hey, are the two of you in the family whispering?"
Li Wenhua also came up with a lunch box and said with a smile: "Everyone is very satisfied with the food today. How did you do it?"
"Please spread out the foreigners' meat and order it. They won't be able to finish it anyway."
"You are still brave, but the effect is immediate. The people at Shanghai Film Studio have already spoken of Chen Qingtian! Little did they know that when they follow us to Hong Kong, it will be a shock for a hundred years!"
Li Wenhua picked up the mung bean soup and took a sip. It felt so refreshing when Shanghai was so hot.
Chen Qi shook his head, Lao Li, you have fallen. You were not like this before.
While eating, Li Wenhua remembered something and said, "The crew's funds are running out. How can we get the second fund?"
"How long can I last?"
"One month!"
"Well, I'll go and urge you!"
Chen Qi was also a little worried. Ding Qiao made a big promise, but he didn't know how much money he could allocate.
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"Are you ready?"
"alright!"
"Be sure to tie it up, you will really fall if you fall!"
At the door of the plane, Zhang Yimou tied himself and the camera tightly with a rope. Before taking off, he already felt a whooshing wind, which made his mouth dry, his tongue dry, and his eyes dizzy.
"It's okay if I fall. If the camera falls, I can't afford to pay for it!"
"You fly!"
"I admire you guys who are interested in art! Sit tight!"
The pilot, obviously well-informed, shouted loudly, and the plane began to slide for a short distance, getting faster and faster. When he suddenly lifted the plane, Zhang Yimou felt a sudden surge and he stood up.
The plane circled the sky and headed for the concentration camp.
"Ready!"
"..."
Zhang Yimou said nothing, pursed his lips tightly, and had a resolute expression on his face, which suddenly gave him a sense of the gravity of the terracotta warriors and horses.
Even though he was flying at a low altitude, the wind was like a razor blade, and the sound was very blurry to his ears. There was only the sound of hunting, and the meat he had eaten for lunch seemed to be rising upwards. He made several large steamed buns and broke them into pieces.
Eating meat with oil soup, not to mention how fragrant it is!
And he leaned out with most of his body, completely giving up support, and gave his life to the rope.
Below you can see the concentration camp.
He had practiced several times in the morning, and he quickly pointed at the camera, his hands were terrifyingly steady.
The camera passed over the square walls, towers, and the large open space inside. There was a cross pattern that was mostly built. A group of foreigners looked up at the plane and rejoiced that the war was victorious...
This is actually a very short 2-3 seconds, and the brush is over.
Zhang Yi was still filming, a little dazed, until the pilot shouted: "Comrade! Comrade, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay!"
"How's the photo going? If not, let's do it again?"
"Can we come for a lap?"
"The chief ordered it, no problem!"
So it flew again.
When he came down, his feet were a little weak and his head was dizzy. Chen Qi was the first to greet him and asked him first, "How are you? How are you doing?"
"It's okay, it's fine!"
"You were flying above just now, and your style was similar to that of Ken Takakura, absolutely no different!"
Chen Qi praised him fiercely.
Zhang Yimou looked at him, Zhang Junzhao and the others, and a sense of accomplishment and pride that he had never experienced in school suddenly arose, because he knew that the shots he just took were really good, and those outdoor scenes were also shot very well...
…
Finally, his eyes fell on Chen Qi again, and a poem read by Zhang Junzhao popped into his head:
"In order to repay the favor of the Golden Stage, I will support the Jade Dragon and die for you!"
It's very simple for young people these days. They are given enough food, and when they are full, they are energetic. If they are energetic, they are given the opportunity to work. If they do well, they will be rewarded. Everyone will work hard for you.
Chapter completed!