"Sting!"

Chopped pickled pepper, chopped ginger and minced garlic are poured into a pan of hot oil to make a pleasant sound.

With one hand holding a frying spoon, poke into the pot and quickly paddle the pan.

The pot is a large iron pot, and the sauté pan is also very ordinary, but that hand has some characteristics.

The five fingers are slender, and the palm edge is narrow but very powerful, like a hand specially used to play musical instruments or perform dances, but at this time, instead of a drumstick, a bow, or a microphone, it is holding a frying spoon, and the hand is also slightly rough and shiny...... It's a cook's hand that didn't run.

The minced mincs in the pot were quickly stir-fried to the aroma, and another hand, which was also slender and beautiful but did not belong to the artist, took a basin on the side, poured the black fungus shreds and bamboo shoots in the pot into the pot, stir-fried slightly, and then took the tenderloin shredded for exactly 10 minutes on another plate, and put it into the pot......

"Bump, bump. ”

There are two soft sounds, the first is the sound of the plate containing the fish-flavored shredded pork touching the table, and the second is the bowl containing the rice.

Putting down the meal, the cook did not leave, but sat on the stool on the side, anyway, it was past 12 o'clock at this time, and there would be no other guests, if it wasn't for the grandson in front of him who called in advance and said that he wanted to eat, he would have closed the door long ago.

"Why is it fish-flavored shredded pork again? Last time it was fish-flavored shredded pork, right? Do you only make fish-flavored shredded pork?" The diner was alone, looking at the dish in front of him, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and complained at the same time.

"Last time, do you remember the last time you came?" the cook replied unceremoniously, "Our restaurant is open from 11 a.m. to 21 p.m., what time is it? ”

When the cook replied, he had already taken a large mouthful of vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowed them after chewing them briefly, and said after breathing lightly: "The capital is so big, and the fish and shredded meat here are authentic." ”

Fish-flavored shredded pork, a home-cooked dish of Sichuan cuisine, there are many methods, the most popular and common practices in restaurants are shredded green peppers, shredded carrots and shredded meat, and the hot pot is only minced garlic and no pickled peppers and pickled ginger, the reason is very simple - cheap.

But I have to say that the fish-flavored shredded pork on the table at this time is indeed the most authentic and authentic method.

Seeing that the diners began to fight with the dishes on the table, the cook closed his mouth very interestingly, and just watched the other party feast with interest.

The fish-flavored shredded pork on the plate and the rice in the bowl were decreasing at a rapid rate, and the cook got up, poured a glass of water and put it on the side.

“duang！”

The completely empty rice bowl was slammed on the table, and the cup of water was picked up in one hand.

"Tons tons tons tons tons of tons!"

"Hiccup!"

"It's comfortable. ”

The diner took a toothpick with a comfortable face and picked his teeth very happily.

"Then go back to sleep, I'm going to sleep too, Ming'er is still open." "The cook was very faceless and began to chase people.

"Don't mind, I'm looking for you. The diner hurriedly reached out and grabbed the cook, who was holding the bowl and ready to put it back.

The two of them were in a stalemate like this for dozens of seconds, and the cook finally didn't resist the sincere little eyes, and sat down again, "What's the matter?" ”

Seeing each other sit down, the diner was not in a hurry, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, "Come on?"

The cooks didn't speak, just looked at each other.

"Hehe, I forgot you quit, okay, okay, I'll put it away. The diner casually threw the cigarette aside and asked, "What about ...... Two mouthfuls?"

"If you have something to say, don't fix it. "The cook doesn't eat his set at all.

"No, I can't say it without getting some of that. "The diners are in a hurry.

"Hey, how rare, you, the first director of the sixth generation, can't speak?" the cook sneered.

"Hey, that's not interesting. Although he said this, he obviously didn't mind, and the words of the two people looked polite, but in fact, they could be explained in one word - poverty.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about those useless things, if I'm not mistaken, you have a drama that is going to start filming recently, why do you still have time to come to me to eat? With your character, you should be busy now, right?" As he spoke, the cook got up and went to the cashier and took some things out.

One bottle of two pot heads, not Niulanshan, Red Star, two or two small bottles, two small wine cups, and a small dish of fried peanuts.

The wine is full, and the two of them have a cup each.

"Ping!"

The two touched lightly, each took a sip, and then breathed a sigh of relief before he spoke, "I'm looking for you, and it happens to be related to the new filming of that scene." ”

As he spoke, he took out a notebook from his satchel on the stool next to him and handed it to the cook, "That's it." ”

"Yimeng ......" The cook took it, looked at the two big characters on the notebook, turned his head and asked, "Are you going to shoot an anti-Japanese war drama?"

"I think it should be called a revolutionary drama, but you're right, hey, the point isn't there. He replied casually, and without waiting for the cook to open the book, he took the book back again, and in the other party's doubts, handed over another book.

"This is ......" The cook was even more puzzled, there was not even a name on this book, but he didn't ask much, but opened the book.

..................

Ten minutes later.

"It's the movie. The book is closed, and this sentence is not an interrogative sentence, but a statement, "You haven't made a movie in years, haven't you?"

"yes. A light sigh, "Since I filmed that one with you and Boer, oh, and the later "Xi Shi Eye", I haven't filmed it again, seven or eight years, hey, you were only 19 years old at that time, how tender you were at that time, and now you are the same as us, and you have become a special old man." ”

"That's too much, I'm only 27 this year, it's when I'm young, don't compare me with you uncles who are about to turn over half a hundred years old. The cook said unhappily.

"Pong!"

The wine cups slammed lightly again, and each took a sip, the spicy taste went straight to the Tianling Gai, and naturally he would let out a sigh, and then said with this breath: "If it weren't for your kid's help, my two movies might not have been finished, and if they did, they wouldn't have been the right taste, why did you think about being a chef?"

"What's wrong with the cook? I like to, I like it. The reply was crisp, and some inexplicable emotion in the bottom of his eyes covered even more crisply.

"Yes, you like it, do you remember, I said at the beginning, what do I like to do?" pinched the wine cup in one hand and peanuts in the other, and squinted at the cook beside him.

"You, you ......" the cook began to be silent, not because he didn't remember, but because he remembered, so he was silent.

............

"Look at me, I won the award and won the Asian Film Jury Award at the Hawaii Film Festival! Those foreign grandsons (zei, softly) all praised me to the sky! As a result, how many people in China know about me? I really want to make a movie, but I can't get sponsorship! I still make TV dramas, I still have several TV scripts at home, and they are not bad!"

"But ah, I'm still going to come back, I'm going to let those grandchildren take a good look at the movies I made!"