Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 71: I know it's fake, but I have to go along with the performance
"I... me?" Yang Chaoyue's shoulders shrugged suddenly, and his words were a little confused.

"Why do you seem afraid of me? Don't be afraid. You are not my student. I won't scold you."

Huang Lei smiled and said, "Come on, try it."

Yang Chaoyue held her breath and noticed that Huang Lei's PD was filming her. She tried hard to appear calm.

Now when facing the camera, I am no longer as nervous as I was at the beginning.

But when he walked towards the dining table, he took only two steps and got closer to Huang Lei, but for some reason, his hands and feet started to move unsteadily.

She didn't dare sit next to Huang Lei, but moved a wooden stool and sat next to Jiang Yang.

"Why are you so afraid of me? Let me tell you, the scariest person in the show is Hong Lei." Huang Lei took the initiative to talk to Yang Chaoyue.

"Why?" Yang Chaoyue picked up the chopsticks.

"He looks disgusting. He posts his selfies in the group chat every day, saying he's Sun Piaoliang. It really disgusts me."

"Hahaha."

Yang Chaoyue finally relaxed and his shoulders shook with laughter.

Suddenly I felt that Huang Lei was not that fierce.

Very easy to get along with.

Huang Lei turned around and said to his PD, "Give Yang Chaoyue a few more shots. The little girl's performance as the beggar woman is very vivid."

The PD understood.

Knowing that Huang Lei wanted to establish the character of Huang the Chef, he changed the close-up shot of Yang Chaoyue to a close-up.

The focus puller also fixed the focus on Yang Chaoyue.

Feeling the red dot of the camera facing him, Yang Chaoyue was so nervous that his knees went weak.

Teacher Huang Lei is really gentle.

"Chao Yue, try it and tell us how it tastes. Why are you so nervous?" Huang Lei urged.

"Okay."

Yang Chaoyue turned his head to glance at Jiang Yang who was eating voraciously, and knew what was going on.

Brother Yang enjoyed the meal very much, so it must taste good.

She picked up a handful of noodles mixed with soup and put it into her mouth.

The moment the taste buds on the tip of his tongue touched the noodles, Yang Chaoyue's pupils suddenly dilated. After chewing twice, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

His neck twisted stiffly, and he frowned as he looked at Jiang Yang, who was grunting at the noodles beside him.

Suddenly I realized that what Brother Yang said just now when he praised Huang Lei was full of hidden meaning.

It turns out that everyone is acting.

I also felt the fakeness of the entertainment industry.

Yang Chaoyue imitated Jiang Yang, lowered his head, and wished he could cover his entire face in the bowl of noodles, otherwise the camera would capture his painful appearance.

"Chao Yue, how does it taste?" Huang Lei asked, sticking his head out.

"It's really appetizing." Yang Chaoyue said vaguely.

"Is it tasty?"

“Delicious, feels like home.”

Sweat oozed from the back of her neck, her hair stuck to her neck, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Xian cried.

I looked up and saw two wine bottles on the table.

One was the one Huang Lei had drunk, and the other was Jiang Yang's.

There was also a wine jug filled with drinkable water.

She poured water into the wine bottle: "Teacher Huang, I offer you a toast."

Drink a glass of water to dilute the salty taste in your mouth.

Take a deep breath and continue eating.

It's so hard.

The taste buds are crying for help, but the instinct of social skills is holding on.

What a crappy cooking skill! It’s far worse than Brother Yang’s.

Yang Chaoyue was so distressed that he couldn't help but count the number of noodles in the bowl and calculate how long it would take him to finish it.

"So, Jiang Yang, you still have to learn the skill of cooking noodles. It's a science." Huang Lei said with a smile.

"Yes, Teacher Huang, you are right." Jiang Yang responded several times without raising his head, for fear of revealing his mask of pain.

Is Huang Lei still preaching to Brother Yang?
Yang Chaoyue swallowed the salty noodles in his mouth and looked straight at Huang Lei: "Teacher Huang, these noodles are so delicious, don't you want to eat them?"

"Of course I want to eat it. There's a bowl for me."

Huang Lei couldn't stop smiling. He held the chopsticks, stirred his bowl of noodles, and said to Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue:

"Cooking noodles is a skillful process. The amount of water, the depth of the pot, and the timing of putting the noodles in the pot all require some skill. If the water isn't boiling yet, the noodles will easily become burnt. If the water boils for too long, the oxygen content will decrease, and the noodles will lose their chewiness. My noodles are cooked just right..."

Speaking of it.

He held the chopsticks, picked up a handful of noodles and put it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and was about to continue speaking.

The smile on his face froze for a second, his grip on the chopsticks paused, and his brows furrowed.

Suddenly he reached for the wine bottle in front of him and found it was empty. He quickly filled it up and swallowed it down along with the noodles in his mouth to dilute the salt.

Looking at Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue again, Huang Lei put down his chopsticks, forced his brows to relax, and smiled:
"Let's get back to the topic of acting. Real acting is about being able to blend into life. You two acted very well."

He filled his wine bottle again: "I'll toast to you two. We are all actors and it's not easy." "Teacher Huang, I toast to you!" Jiang Yang stood up, went to the tavern next door, and brought over another wine bottle.

"Teacher Huang, I toast to you too!"

At this moment, Yang Chaoyue felt the falsity of the entertainment industry.

Everyone knows it's fake, but they still have to go along with the performance.

I originally thought that Huang Lei’s cooking skills were very good, but now my impression is shattered.

After four or five toasts, the three of them didn't finish the noodles in their bowls, but they drank up all the water in the wine pot.

Before leaving, Huang Lei patted Jiang Yang on the shoulder and said, "I'll be waiting for you in next year's art exam."

Huang Lei walked out of the end of Caowei Street and headed towards the street market set up by other program teams. He did not continue to complete his own solo main task, but went straight to the director's car.

My cooking skills just failed, but luckily Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue gave me face.

But this part must not be broadcast.

I need to discuss this with Yan Min.

Today's netizens are so smart that they might analyze Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue's micro-expressions frame by frame and they will be able to see the clues.

After Huang Lei left, all the extras knew that the MC guest would not come again and there was no hope for them to appear in front of the camera.

Just relax and relax.

Relax when you should relax, and be lazy when you should be lazy.

He plays the role of a salt merchant who pushes a wheelbarrow to sell crude salt. When Huang Lei was present, he wanted to run and push the wheelbarrow, but now he has to rest for 5 minutes after each push.

In the blacksmith shop, the frequency of the clanging sounds of iron forging has decreased a lot.

The fortune teller holding the bamboo slips with the five-star divinations stopped shouting.

Caowei Street is no longer as lively as before.

The script supervisor no longer urged the extras to perform as hard as before, but just maintained order at the end of the street, waiting for the set crew to arrange for the stage staff to come and dismantle the set.

Are there any extras still performing hard?

Of course there are.

Children dressed in linen gathered together, still drawing tic-tac-toe grids on the sand with branches, playing Gobang with great interest.

The fighting cocks in the chicken coop were still pecking each other hard, and their feathers were falling.

And Yang Chaoyue, who was at the noodle stall, squatted beside the wooden basin and washed the noodle bowl very carefully.

"Chaoyue, stop washing and take a rest." Jiang Yang stopped adding gas to the stove and let the temperature of the fire drop.

There is a bowl of dough that has been proofed at hand, which can be rolled into pancakes or cut into strips and put into the pot at any time.

Too lazy to do it.

The interaction with Huang Lei is over, the role is finished, and the rest of the time is just for leisure.

He pulled a wooden stool over and sat down next to the noodle stall: "Huang Lei has left, why are you still washing? Aren't you tired? Take a rest."

"I can't rest, boss. I have to work for you now and earn 50 cents a month here." Yang Chaoyue wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up and smiled at Jiang Yang.

After washing the ceramic bowl, she took out a bunch of lettuce from the cabinet below and picked and washed the vegetables carefully.

The little red hands were soaked in ice-cold water, but they didn’t feel cold at all and their hearts were warm.

"Chaoyue, don't take your role as a beggar so seriously. The scene where you interact with the MC guest is over. No matter how hard you try to play the role of a female beggar, you won't have any more scenes."

"is it?"

Yang Chaoyue was stunned for a moment and paused slightly in washing the vegetables.

He lifted his little hands out of the icy water and rubbed his cold knuckles.

Turning my head to look at Caowei Street, I realized that the lively atmosphere of Caowei Street had faded a lot.

Isn’t the work of extras finished yet?

Why are everyone else messing around, but I'm the only one taking it seriously?

Forget it, I’m too lazy to think so much.

She came to her senses, stared down at the basin of cold water in front of her, and continued to put her hand in to wash the vegetables.

"Don't wash Chaoyue, your hands will get frozen."

"Boss, you said I would only be paid if I worked for you. I won't be lazy."

While Yang Chaoyue was speaking, he was still staring at the vegetable leaves in his hand.

This girl.

She is so lazy that she doesn't even want to steal. Even her speech is like that of a female beggar.

After picking all the vegetables, Yang Chaoyue shook off the water droplets on his fingertips.

For just two hours of performance, he could earn 3500 yuan, which was equivalent to a month's salary at the textile factory.

This money is so easy to make, I always feel like I don’t deserve it.

If I don't finish the role of the female beggar, I will feel uneasy and feel that I am not worth the price.

"Chao Yue, as the owner of the noodle stall, I now ask you not to wash the vegetables or clean the place, and you don't have to do the work of kneading and rolling the noodles. Just accompany me to stroll along this street and relax."

Jiang Yang took off his apron and hung it on the pillar of the noodle stall, revealing the coarse linen clothes underneath, and walked towards Cao Wei Street.

After walking a few steps, he saw Yang Chaoyue still standing by the wooden basin and didn't follow him.

He raised his head: "Don't listen? If you don't listen, I'll deduct your wages."

(End of this chapter)