Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 62 You worship me right away, are you trying to send me away?

Yan Min didn't think about it anymore.

It is enough to see the shooting content displayed in the multi-screen splitter in front.

Huang Lei has already started interacting with Jiang Yang.

The female beggar played by Yang Chaoyue was hiding stealthily in the corner behind the noodle stall, and Huang Lei probably didn't notice her.

now.

Jiang Yang didn't pay attention to Huang Lei's teasing in front of the camera. He was kneading the flocs of flour together with his hands to form a dough.

It is rough at first, so knead it repeatedly to smooth out the bumps in the middle of the face and make the surface smoother.

"Young man, you are a veteran." Huang Lei looked at him for a while and said with a smile.

"Sir, what would you like to eat?" Jiang Yang grinned.

"Both wide and thin noodles are 1 penny a bowl."

"Give me a bowl of wide noodles, no, two bowls."

Huang Lei sat down at a wooden table set up nearby.

The wooden table had a slightly yellowish sheen, and there were still a few grains of flour left on the surface.

He said to the camera, "Hong Lei is completing his mission on Shuhan Street. This guy always breaks the rules of the program and might come over to cause trouble soon. I'll prepare a bowl of noodles for him first, so they won't say I didn't think about him. This will give us a reason to form an alliance."

After he finished muttering, Huang Lei noticed that Jiang Yang was kneading dough, and he looked at him carefully.

I am currently shaping the character of Chef Huang. The project has been set up and will be commercialized in the future.

In front of the camera, he cares about all activities related to cooking.

If he found anything wrong with Jiang Yang's kneading skills, he would find an opportunity to show off his skills.

"You are very skilled in kneading the dough." Huang Lei watched Jiang Yang kneading the dough.

Push the dough forward firmly with the heels of your palms, and fold the edges toward the center.

When it is almost done, cut a small piece. If there are no air holes, it will slowly bounce back when pressed with your finger.

It means the standard has been met.

Even if it were Huang Lei himself, he couldn't achieve better results.

Use a rolling pin to flatten the dough, cut it into strips, sprinkle corn starch on the chopping board to prevent sticking, shake it out after cutting, and divide it into small portions for later use.

This process is relatively simple and requires less technical skills than kneading dough. Most people can learn it with a little teaching.

Huang Lei felt a little uncomfortable because he couldn't find any opportunity to find fault, to preach, or to show off his skills.

He simply pointed out the problem with the program crew's ingredients: "Corn appeared in the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was after the Three Kingdoms period, so there would naturally be no corn starch. If this were in a film or TV series, it would be exposed." The water in the pot was boiling.

Jiang Yang put the noodles into the pot and added a spoonful of salt to make them firmer.

Next, just wait for the noodles to come out of the pot and add the ingredients.

"I'm a little suspicious. This extra may have run a Lanzhou ramen restaurant. His technique is too solid." Huang Lei smiled at the camera.

Looking back, he saw a hunched figure coming out of nowhere and walking towards him.

The beggar was holding a broken earthenware bowl in his hand. He was wearing a linen shirt with black curls on the cuffs, and patched linen trousers tied with straw ropes.

His hair was clumped into fringe and stained with oil, with scattered pieces of dead leaves streaking through the hair.

There was black mud between the fingers and cracks on the palms.

His face was sallow, with caked-on mud stains and slap marks, as if he had been beaten.

Just from her makeup, Huang Lei could tell that she was a female beggar.

Because if it was a male beggar, the program team would not arrange so much clothing, and most of the time his upper body would be dirty and exposed.

It is worth noting that.

The beggar woman's demeanor.

The unsteady gait was clearly the result of long-term hunger.

Covering your abdomen with your left hand indicates abdominal pain caused by hunger.

The little finger of the right hand that is extended forward is slightly twisted, which is caused by long-term cold.

This kind of acting skills, let alone ordinary extras, even many of his classmates who had just entered the Beijing Film Academy could not achieve these details.

"How many times has this extra rehearsed? The production crew is so serious and they have put in a lot of effort..." Huang Lei smiled at the camera.

Yang Chaoyue followed closely in front of Huang Lei, and knelt down on his knees with a dull thud. His movements were heavy and real.

Huang Lei's smile froze instantly.

Not really, it's just a variety show, why take it so seriously?

"Please... please, please be kind." When Huang Lei, a teacher at the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy, saw Yang Chaoyue kowtow to him and his forehead hitting the ground again and again, he stopped teasing and started to be serious.

The force of her kowtow was not too strong, but was controlled just right, so that it did not appear exaggerated, yet made people feel her despair and humility.

"Hey! Don't kneel, how can I ask you to kneel?"

Huang Lei practically shouted, his voice filled with panic: "You're bowing to me right away, are you trying to send me away or what?"

(End of this chapter)