Film and TV: What does it have to do with me if the script is bad?

Looking at the plane taking off into the sky, Yang Yangyang stuck his head out of the cockpit and said to Chu He, who was standing by the roadside, "Are you really not going with us?"

Chu He stretched out his hand, rubbed her head vigorously twice, and said with a smile: "With your sister Tang Jing here, the boat can't capsize."

Yang Yangyang angrily said: "My hairstyle! Don't touch my head again. If you do that again, I will tell Sister Tang Jing that you cheated on me!"

Chu He said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay."

"Also, don't use me and Luca to rub against each other in the future."

"Go, go, go!"

Yang Yangyang drove the car happily, and couldn't stop talking, and asked again: "Lao Zhuo, how much can 2% be?"

Chu He chuckled and said, "Girl, the dowry I prepared for you is more generous than that of a princess."

Yang Yangyang also laughed: "That's how much!"

Chu He thought for a moment: "10 billion in round A, 100 billion in round B, and then going public, you can calculate how much it will be, didn't you study accounting?"

Yang Yangyang's eyes were full of stars, and it seemed as if gold coins were constantly falling in his head. He could hardly stop drooling.

But after a moment, she realized: "If they raise funds, won't my shares be diluted?"

Chu He reached out and knocked her on the head: "Don't be greedy, even if you dilute it, it's not a small amount. If you and Luca do nothing in your next life, you can still eat abalone every day for three generations."

Yang Yangyang was not embarrassed this time. He glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Lao Zhuo, are Luca and I really suitable for each other?"

Chu He pretended to think about it seriously, and said seriously: "He is honest, and you are smart, you complement each other. I am optimistic about the two of you. You are suitable to find an honest and decent person. After all, you are not too ugly!"

Yang Yangyang gritted his teeth and said, "Do you believe that if I turn the steering wheel, I will die with you? How can you say that to a girl?"

Chu He put his hands on the back of his head and said comfortably: "For the great fortune you have finally obtained, cherish it well."

Yang Yangyang kept muttering to himself, as if cursing something. When he was almost at the bottom of the Magic Crystal Building, he asked again, "You sent them all out. Why did you stay in the capital? It's not really for your mistress, is it?"

Chu He said calmly, "First of all, your sister Tang Jing is a non-marriageist, so there is no mistress in my life, only emotional sustenance, but there are just a few too many emotional sustenance. Besides, I really have things to do, as for what I do, I won't tell you."

After saying that, he pushed open the car door and walked towards a Mini car on the roadside. He opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat casually, and then the car disappeared in the traffic.

Yang Yangyang deliberately covered his heart and said to himself, "Bah, if you don't want to tell me, forget it. Just pretend you want to know. Humph! For the sake of money, I will be a conscienceless secret keeper."

Chu He got on Wendy's newly bought Mini and drove all the way to a courtyard house near Shichahai. From a distance, the courtyard looked antique and was one of the rare courtyards in the area that retained its original flavor, with carved beams and painted pillars, a foyer and a waterside pavilion. This two-story courtyard was Chu He's destination.

Getting out of the car, Chu He took the various gifts that Wendy had prepared and knocked lightly on the red door three times.

After waiting for a while, an old man opened the door from the inside.

Chu He clenched his fists, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Master Yan, I am Zhuo Jianqing, and I am here to learn from you."

The old man, Yan Hu, was over seventy years old, with silver hair and a cold face. He was short and thin, wearing a white Tai Chi training suit. He looked Chu He up and down with sharp eyes.

After looking at it for a moment, he stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, give me a hand."

Chu He put the gift beside him, rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward slightly, and reached out.

Yan Hu is very strong, his lower body is very stable, and when pushing hands, his shoulders and body do not shake. An ordinary person may be thrown away by him in a few moves, but who is Chu He? He is more professional than professionals. He is the inheritor of the art of pushing hands. Among the masters of a generation, his brothers and sisters do this all day long.

After moving a few times, Yan Hu realized that the young man opposite him was no ordinary person. He had intended to hold back and only used 5% of his strength, but he never expected that he almost lost his balance after just two moves.

So Yan Hu put away his tentative intention, and gradually used all his energy in moving his elbows and shoulders, but he still couldn't shake Chu He at all. After more than ten rounds, Yan Hu had to give up, but his curiosity suddenly arose.

"Xiao Zhuo, do you have a master?" Yan Hu put one hand behind his back and gestured to Chu He to come in with the other hand.

Chu He didn't hesitate, he walked in calmly with his things, and said with a smile: "I learned boxing from an old boxer when I was young."

Yan Hu asked, "May I ask your name, Master?"

"My master's surname is Gong."

Yan Hu fell into deep thought, muttering to himself: "Surname Gong? I've never heard of it."

Chu He smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Master Yan. My master is not well-known and has always been active near Hong Kong, so you haven't heard of him."

Of course you haven't heard of it. After Chu He came to this world, he checked whether the Gong family existed. It turned out that not only the Gong family, but even the Sixty-Four Hands of Bagua did not exist. Martial arts like Bagua, Baji, and Xingyi are very different from what is in "The Grandmaster".

In the past few years since he came here, the only person who practiced martial arts he had met was the bodyguard named Dong beside Jin Zhenbang. But even so, Dong's Xingyiquan was just an entry-level skill. He was fine for beating two or three ordinary people, but if he faced a real martial artist, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand more than three moves.

The old man Yan in front of him must be just a Tai Chi enthusiast. He probably practiced a few push-hands moves in his spare time after retirement to strengthen his body. If he had not restrained 9% of his strength, this old man would probably have fallen to the ground if his shoulder shook.

Yan Hu nodded: "Since you have practiced, I won't ask you about the basic skills. Miss Wen said before that you are also a chef, but a Japanese chef. But it is not that easy to learn state banquet dishes. Eyesight, finger strength, wrist strength, waist strength, and leg strength are all indispensable. In addition, knife skills, heat control, sense of smell, taste, etc. are all hard work. You must be mentally prepared."

Chu He nodded, indicating that it was no problem.

Yes, Chu He came to learn cooking again, but he was learning from someone else.

Ever since making the plan for Jincheng, Chu He found that his life had become idle again. When he was idle, he had to find something to do. The main purpose of his coming to this world was to learn cooking. Japanese food was too niche, and Qin Xue probably didn't have ready-made Japanese food ingredients at home for him to use. What's more, these things were so expensive. In the real world, Chu He was still a poor guy.

Chu He gave the order, and Wendy did as she was told. With her money skills, she found a retired state banquet chef. Yan Hu, who originally wanted to enjoy his old age and no longer accept apprentices, also succumbed to Wendy's...money offensive.

MM Qin Xue, this dish requires decades of skill to make. I wonder if you can handle it!

For the happiness of his original body, Chu He risked everything. It was not shabby to become his disciple. It was not like he had never done that before.

Those who are knowledgeable in the world come first.

Yan Hu, who is like a reclusive master, has his own restaurant next to Shichahai, but it is his children and apprentices who are busy there.

The business of a restaurant with a signboard hanging outside that reads "National Banquet Master Yan" is naturally not bad. Even during the lunch hour alone, there is a queue at the door, including gourmets, regular customers, and tourists who come here to visit.

Inside Yan Mansion Private Kitchen, Yan Hu's granddaughter Yan Qingqing was standing next to the cash register and constantly fiddling with a calculator. Although the restaurant was still packed today and there were people queuing at the door, the turnover was not very optimistic. The monthly profit was decreasing day by day, leaving Yan Qingqing at a loss.

Despite her family's opposition, she resolutely chose hotel management in college, hoping to inherit her grandfather's name, carry forward Yan's cuisine, and take the private restaurant to a higher level. However, since she graduated and took over, the business has not increased but decreased. She tried every possible means, but there was no improvement.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a commotion at the door. I looked up and saw my grandfather walking in. People around him, both familiar and unfamiliar, came forward to greet the old man. There were even tourists from other places holding up cameras and wanting to take photos with my grandfather.

Some smart people have already raised their phones and started calling their friends: "Hey! Come to Yan's Restaurant! Chef Yan is here today. If you're lucky, you may be able to order a dish made by Chef Yan himself."

"Hey! Old Liu, Old Man Yan is here today. Hurry up and bring your distinguished guest to Yan's Restaurant. I'll see if my old face is useful and order a few dishes for you."

"Hey! Tell your nephew to come to Yan's private kitchen quickly. Old man Yan has appeared. This is a rare opportunity."

Looking at the suddenly bustling front hall, Yan Qingqing had a complicated expression. If her grandfather came every day, she wouldn't have to worry about these things, but this old man was very weird. Although he loved her the most, when it came to being willful, she, a girl in her 20s, had to admit defeat. He would come and go as he pleased, cook as he pleased, and just throw down the spatula and leave when he didn't want to. He didn't give face to anyone and did whatever he wanted based on his mood.

What happened today? Why did grandpa come suddenly? In the past two years, grandpa always came when the weather was good. He said that it was to follow the will of heaven and create the taste of nature.

Yan Qingqing walked over while thinking: "Grandpa, why are you here?" Holding her grandfather's arm, Yan Qingqing said softly.

"Of course I miss you, girl!" Yan Hu replied with a smile.

Yan Qingqing said lightly: "Don't make trouble, Grandpa, I just sent you some food this morning."

Yan Hu pointed at Chu He behind him and said, "This is Zhuo Jianqing who is going to learn from me. You can just call him Mr. Zhuo."

Yan Qingqing frowned slightly with a heroic look in his eyes as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who looked a little old but quite handsome upon closer inspection.

Such an obvious scrutiny was not only seen by Chu He, but also by Yan Hu, who quickly pulled his granddaughter and whispered in her ear, "He paid for the tuition, and the BMW 5 Series you like came out."

Yan Qingqing immediately put on a charming smile, stretched out her hand, and said sweetly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Zhuo, my name is Yan Qingqing."

Chu He also smiled and shook her hand gently, then separated: "Hello, Miss Yan."