"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. There is a special dining car for foreigners. One dish is General Tso's chicken, the other is tangerine peel chicken, two vegetarian dishes, and one soup... "Honestly, it's a weird situation. I never thought I would be queuing up for lunch in the middle of nowhere in China." Ed whispered. "Yes, yes, this is lower than the chance 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. The one here 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 fork a piece of chicken with a fork and stuff it into her mouth. She was visibly happy and nodded frequently while covering her mouth. Ed also liked it after eating a piece and gave him a thumbs up. Looking at the other foreigners, they were all beaming. "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 are just like that, they love sweets." "Then what shall we do tomorrow?" "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, add sugar as hard 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. 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 the dishes, and had another bowl to fill the soup. He had no place to sit, so he simply squatted on the floor and purred to show off. Zhou Yemang came over at this time, squatted next to him, and said, "Where do you think this dish comes from?" "Come out?" 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. They can eat whatever they want..." "Shh!" Yan Shunkai quickly stopped and said: "Eat quickly, eat quickly!" ………… "Eat slowly!" "Here, 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 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." ” "Tsk!" Gong Xue glared at him, this guy really hurts people when he hurts them, and he was also really annoying when he was 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, 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, let me urge you!" Chen Qi was also a little worried. Ding Qiao had promised, but he didn't know how much money he could allocate. ……………… "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!" "Fly!" "I admire you guys who are interested in art! Sit tight!" The pilot was obviously well-informed. He shouted and the plane began to slide. It slid for a short distance, faster and faster. With a sudden lift, Zhang Yi felt that his body was lifted up. The plane circled in the sky and headed for the concentration camp. "Ready!" "..." Zhang Yi said nothing, pursed his lips tightly, and his face was firm. He suddenly felt a bit of the heaviness of the Terracotta Warriors. Although it was flying at a low altitude, the wind was like a scraper. The sound was very vague, only the rustling sound. The meat he had eaten at noon seemed to be surging up - he made several big steamed buns, and broke the buns apart to eat meat, with oil soup, not to mention how delicious it was! And he leaned out most of his body, completely gave up support, and gave his life to the rope. He saw that the concentration camp was below. He had practiced several times in the morning, and quickly aimed at the camera, his hands were terrifyingly steady. The camera passed over the square wall, the tower, and the large open space inside. There was a cross pattern that was half built. A group of foreigners looked up at the plane and were excited. The war was won... This was actually a very short 2-3 seconds, which passed in a flash. Zhang Yi was still filming, a little dazed, until the pilot shouted: "Comrade! Comrade, are you okay?" "It's okay, it's okay!" "How is the filming? If it's not good, let's do another round?" "Can we do one round?" "The leader ordered it, no problem!"
So he flew again. When he came down, his legs were a little weak and his head was dizzy. Chen Qi was the first to meet him and asked about his safety: "How are you, how is your health?" "It's okay, I'm fine!" "You were flying up there just now, and your style was like Ken Takakura, definitely not much different!" Chen Qi praised him a lot. Zhang Yi looked at him and Zhang Junzhao and the others, and a sense of accomplishment and pride that he had never experienced in school arose spontaneously, because he knew that his previous shots were really good, and those outdoor scenes were also shot very well... Finally, his eyes fell on Chen Qi again, and a poem that Zhang Junzhao had read popped up in his mind: "To repay the kindness of the Golden Terrace, I will support the Jade Dragon and die for you!" Young people these days are very simple. If you are full, you will have energy. If you have energy, you will have the opportunity to work. If you do a good job, you will be rewarded. Everyone will work hard for you.