Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 70 The high-ranking star bows to the extras
"I can do it myself, Mr. Huang."

"Okay, let's talk about this scene later. It's okay. I'll wait for you."

Done.

Huang Lei looked around.

Seeing the extras on Cao Wei Street all looking over here, he realized that the rivalry between him and Jiang Yang had more or less infected everyone's emotions.

It's a sad emotion.

This is not a good thing because the show being recorded is a comedy variety show.

As a permanent MC, I have signed a contract and received salary, so I have the responsibility to create a good atmosphere.

The main reason was that he didn't expect that Jiang Yang's acting skills would far exceed his expectations.

According to past experience, when acting opposite an actor of Jiang Yang's age, the other party usually cannot keep up with his performance.

After he said a few lines, the other person's eyes wandered away.

I can't make subtle expressions, my breathing is disordered, and my emotional rhythm is broken.

Every year when I serve as an examiner for the art examinations at Beijing Film Academy, I encounter students like this.

Even during the filming of film and television dramas, actors with important roles occasionally encounter such problems.

In comparison, Jiang Yang’s performance style... Never mind, I’ll talk to Jiang Yang about this in detail later, let’s get the atmosphere right first.

Huang Lei took the megaphone from the script supervisor and adjusted it to high-frequency emphasis so that everyone could hear him clearly:
"Just now, Jiang Yang and I performed this piece for everyone to take a break. It's free of charge."

There were scattered laughs in the street.

Huang Lei bowed slightly to the extras and said with a smile, "My acting wasn't good. I'm sorry to have made you all laugh."

As soon as these words were spoken, the laughter became noticeably more enthusiastic.

The surprise brought by the high-ranking star suddenly bending down to himself as an extra warmed everyone's heart.

This time the extras deserved it!
"Teacher Huang Lei performed well!"

"The feeling of watching Mr. Huang Lei perform live is completely different from watching him perform on TV."

The streets suddenly became lively.

Seeing that Huang Lei was very enthusiastic in interacting with the extras, many of them leaned over to interact with Huang Lei.

The follow-up PD and focus puller also quickly caught up.

Occasionally, a few voices would ring out: "That handsome guy also acted well. Oh my god, it made me cry. It's so embarrassing. I wonder if they took pictures of him. What was his name?"

"Call Jiang Yang."

"What Jiang Yang? Teacher Huang Lei already said that his name is Jiang Yang, Jiang Yang!"

"I'm talking about Jiang Yang. Oh, my Mandarin is not good. I'm from Henan."

……

Huang Lei saw that the interaction with the extras was almost over and the atmosphere was getting lively, so he said, "Everyone, stop chatting and play your roles well. We'll call it a day soon. I'll treat everyone to milk tea! Everyone will have some."

This time.

The extras were all excited.

Everyone can afford milk tea, but not everyone can drink the milk tea that celebrities treat them to.

Not a fancy meal, but worth showing off.

When I post it on my Moments to show off, my relatives and friends will like it and send me messages out of curiosity to ask what's going on.

The extras continued to play supporting roles on Cao Wei Street step by step.

The lacquer maker continued to paint the wooden wheel.

The knight-errant walked through the city wearing a wooden sword.

From the smithy came the clanking of hammers.

The stage manager who supervises the order feels relieved.

It’s different with the aura of a star. When managing the extras on the scene, he doesn’t even need to go to the inn on the second floor to shout. Order can be restored in just a few words.

Huang Lei returned to the noodle cart near the alley entrance and saw Yang Chaoyue smiling at him ingratiatingly. He pretended to be fierce:
"Didn't I ask you to light the fire? I need to boil water and cook noodles later. Why isn't the fire lit yet? Hurry up, Sister Chaoyue."

The smile on Yang Chaoyue's face froze.

Why is Huang Lei smiling at other extras but so mean to himself?

Did I offend Huang Lei in any way?
She muttered a few words in her heart, but she dared not say them out loud. She forced a smile:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huang Lei. I was so engrossed in watching you and Jiang Yang's performance that I accidentally put the coal on fire and put it out in the wind."

Huang Lei was just about to ask Yang Chaoyue who performed better, him or Jiang Yang.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't have the courage to ask.

It's a bit cheap.

After all, I am a teacher at Beijing Film Academy.

Huang Lei said with a smile: "I just scared you and was joking with you. It's okay. I'll treat you to two cups of milk tea later."

"Thank you, Mr. Huang Lei."

Huang Lei had already walked towards Jiang Yang, pulled a wooden stool, and sat next to Jiang Yang. He said to Jiang Yang, who was looking down at the rammed earth, "Were you just immersed in the role of Zhao Gao?"

"Yes." Jiang Yang nodded.

"How do you feel now?"

"I'm a little doubtful now, whether I'm a eunuch or not. I want to go to the toilet and urinate to check." Jiang Yang looked up and smiled.

One look at Jiang Yang's state revealed that he had already left his role behind. Huang Lei's worries faded, a smile forming on his lips as he pulled out a Bagua mirror from his pocket. "I'm a little skeptical, though. If I play Yi Xiaochuan, will I be as handsome as Hu Xuan?"

After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed.

Yang Chaoyue watched from the side with a silly smile, his smile curved into a crescent shape, and his gums were exposed.

Huang Lei glanced at her and said, "Chao Yue, what are you laughing at? Start your fire! I need to cook noodles soon!"

Yang Chaoyue didn't dare to laugh anymore. He lowered his head and started to light the fire seriously.

I must have offended Huang Lei in some way.

It's inexplicable, as if I have a grudge against her. I will not go to Beijing Film Academy to study in the future.

Huang Lei leaned forward and gently patted Jiang Yang's back, noting his condition. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, we're back to modern times." Jiang Yang said with a smile.

I could feel that my performance had brought enough shock to the script supervisor and extras on Cao Wei Street.

Jiang Yang himself was not satisfied.

Lost in millimeters, a thousand miles.

What others see as amazing is just regret in your own heart.

I just used all my acting skills to perform this scene, but I still couldn't surpass the original Zhang Shi.

Huang Lei was very satisfied with Jiang Yang's performance.

In his previous life, Huang Lei had many flaws. He liked to show off his cooking skills and compete with others. But at this moment, Jiang Yang could truly feel Huang Lei's concern for him.

From being unfamiliar at the beginning, we gradually became familiar.

The water in the pot was boiling. Huang Lei tied on an apron and kneaded the dough himself to let it rest. He put the cut thin noodles into the pot and took them out after a while. He filled three wooden bowls with seasonings and brought them to the table.

Jiang Yang picked up the chopsticks, took a mouthful of noodles, and stopped chewing for a moment.

salty.

Too salty.

The excessive intake of salt at once caused the veins on Jiang Yang's temples to bulge slightly.

Jiang Yang's Adam's apple rolled unnaturally, he lowered his head and swallowed the noodles in his mouth, so as not to let the camera capture his true expression.

Logically speaking, although Huang Lei's image as a chef in his previous life collapsed, it was not so bad that he was not even as good as Yang Chaoyue.

After thinking about it, I understood what was going on.

In order to conform to the history of the Three Kingdoms period, the seasoning used on the noodle stall cart by the program team is block coarse salt.

It has a slightly fishy smell and is about 50% less salty than homemade salt.

Huang Lei must have known the situation, but he didn't grasp the right amount, so he added a lot of coarse salt, which resulted in an excess of salt and made it too salty.

"How does it taste? I haven't kneaded or cooked noodles in a while. I cut the noodles a little thicker. Are you used to it? Jiang Yang?"

Huang Lei took off his apron, hung it on the pillar of the noodle cart, and walked towards Jiang Yang with his hands behind his back.

"good to eat!"

Jiang Yang's tongue was numb from the salty taste. He knew he couldn't tell the truth because Huang Lei was too concerned about his reputation.

If Yang Chaoyue was at home and cooked a bowl of noodles with this flavor for her, he would definitely ask Yang Chaoyue to cook a new one.

Jiang Yang held the chopsticks, rolled the noodles into a huge ball, stuffed it into his mouth, rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed it hard.

The taste buds are protesting and the corners of the mouth are turning up.

He gave Huang Lei a thumbs up and said, "Teacher Huang, this bowl of noodles is amazing. It makes me feel like I'm back home."

"Hahaha, it seems my skills are still not rusty."

"Teacher Huang, this is for you."

Jiang Yang took a few quick bites, then picked up the wine bottle on the table and gulped down some water to dilute the salty taste in his mouth.

Then continue eating.

There were three bowls of noodles on the table. According to Huang Lei's thoughts, one bowl must be reserved for Yang Chaoyue.

Yang Chaoyue doesn't understand the ways of the world and can't act it out.

He finished his bowl as quickly as possible and then had another.

Seeing Jiang Yang wolfing down the food and enjoying it very much, Huang Lei felt relieved.

The camera is filming.

I will discuss with Yan Min later and cut this scene into the main film to leave the audience with the impression that he is a good cook. With the broadcast of "A Longing for Life" in a while, his character of Chef Huang will be more three-dimensional and memorable to the audience.

A good performance can deeply touch people's hearts.

The audience will definitely be touched by his previous interaction with Jiang Yang, and Yang Chaoyue’s previous performance was also good.

So I have to ask Yang Chaoyue to help me establish my own image.

Huang Lei came to the simple dining table. There was a shoe print on the wooden stool in front of him. He wiped it with his sleeve without caring, sat down, and waved to Yang Chaoyue who was standing by the noodle stall, "Chaoyue, move a stool over here, let's eat together."

It’s over.

Jiang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Another one came in.

It's time to test Chaoyue's acting skills.

(End of this chapter)