That night, of course, there were two people watching the live broadcast in front of the computer, Yang Shu and Wang.

Since Tang Ying took a vacation, the two ran away to Hainan, and while watching swimsuits on the beach, they thought about what they wanted to shoot in the future.

After the show was released, they naturally watched it.

Both of them were dissatisfied with the Yangchun noodles, and then began to throw the pot at each other.

"It's all your planning problem, can't we just find someone to play it?" Mr. Tang's expression was reluctant to eat at first glance, but you asked me to shoot and cut hard, and the dubbing was the same. ”

"It's not that you made a garbage clip that is not good!

That's not what I said, but that's what it means.

But it's only limited to complaining to each other and jokingly throwing the pot.

After all, they have already obtained the ratings data from Wang Yan, the director of the National Taiwan Station, that is, the senior sister of the king.

Their work has been successful.

Therefore, the two of them can continue to travel and create at the same time.

At the very least, we should repay Kong Fang for bringing them back to the industry they love.

Moreover, Tang Ying and Kong Fang are indeed the same as they said at the beginning, basically allowing them to develop freely and not interfering with the creative content at all.

Isn't that the best environment to work in for creators?

So what else is there to say.

Poplar lay on the recliner, raised his beer glass and touched a glass with the king, and then looked at the large rear projection TV in the hotel room connected to the Internet.

There's an introduction on it.

He smiled, "Just look good, maybe you can get a little inspiration." ”

The king glanced at him: "You really want to make a movie?"

"Who wouldn't. Yang Shu sighed, "Which director of variety shows, advertisements, and TV series doesn't want to make movies?"

That's the ultimate dream.

Of course, it's a movie that can express one's own thoughts, not the kind of being pointed at as a tool.

"Forget it, let's watch the show first. ”

Now even if they want to make a movie, the company can't really let them make it.

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

"Wang Chuanfu, Sichuan cuisine dragon chef, former Ju downstairs chef. At the age of five, he went downstairs, at the age of sixteen, he was in charge of the spoon, at the age of twenty-five, he retired at the age of fifty-eight, and he was no longer in charge of cooking. Master Wang is also one of the less than 30 dragon chefs in China today. ”

"At the state banquet 20 years ago, Master Wang was one of the chef's dragon chefs. ”

"After watching our program yesterday, Master Wang rarely spoke out, saying that he was willing to make an exception and re-emerge from the mountain. ”

"And what he wants to do is one of the golden signboards that have been circulated downstairs for a hundred years - golden fried rice!"

At the scene, seeing the gesture of OK, Old Man Wang looked back at the current chef who went downstairs - also his apprentice.

The chubby master understood what his master meant very well, and quickly brought over the overnight meal that had been specially prepared the night before.

There are also particularly good quality eggs, as well as salt and pepper.

Otherwise, you don't need it.

Wang Chuanfu nodded slightly, facing the camera, his hand shook slightly, and several eggs were instantly separated from the yolk.

He then quickly stirred the egg yolk and turned on the high heat for a few seconds, and when the eggs were scrambled until they were half-cooked, he immediately added them to the prepared overnight meal.

Then stir-fry over high heat until the rice grains are separated, add salt and pepper and continue stir-frying.

When the heat is just right, take it out and put it on a plate, then cover it with a lid to lock the flavor in the rice.

The whole process, he only took a short time.

"Alright. ”

Bring the plate with the lid to Tang Ying in person.

"Please taste. ”

Under the illumination of several cameras and lights, Tang Ying swallowed his saliva.

She's nervous.

The next moment, she opened the lid with a trembling hand.

Instantly!

It seems to be a reflection of the light!

"Damn, my 24K Krypton Dog Eyes!"

"Why the hell is this!Why does the food glow?!"

"It's phosphor! I added phosphor!"

"It's already a flashbang!"

"Don't panic! it's just a special effect!"

"No, it's actually a reflection of the light, after all, it's golden yellow, and the light is so full, and then the golden yellow and oily light on the fried rice are reflected into the lens by the light. ”

At this moment, the live broadcast room was instantly swiped by a thick barrage!

The number of people watching the live broadcast also skyrocketed from 700,000!

Eighty...... Ninety...... Just like that, it skyrocketed all the way to more than three million!

You know, that's the real number!

The last time there were so many people watching the live broadcast of the national TV network, it was because of the online live broadcast to build a bridge.

At the scene, Tang Ying shook Kong Fang's shoulder excitedly: "Kong Fang! Have you seen it! It's glowing! It's really going to shine!"

Kong Fang people are also stupid.

"Why do you really shine?!"

No, it's all a delusion!

It's definitely a light reflection!

However, he was still ready to call 120, and once Tang Ying felt wrong after eating, he would immediately take this girl to the hospital for gastric lavage!

By the way, call the police again and arrest this old man!

Wang Chuanfu looked at the golden fried rice on the plate in a daze.

Dishes that glow ......

The last time I saw it, it was more than 50 years ago......

He looked at Tang Ying with a serious and nervous expression, as if he was entertaining guests for the first time: "Please taste it." ”

Tang Ying didn't care about the look Kong Fang gave her, but nodded, took the spoon and dug a spoonful, put it into her mouth with a solemn expression, and then closed her eyes and chewed carefully.

In my mind, a flash of lightning flashed.

Oh~Oh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tang Ying gave this golden fried rice a BGM in his heart, and also added a lightning special effect.

Opening her eyes, she said, "Every grain of rice is perfectly blended with the egg, so that each grain of rice has the mellowness of the egg and the sweetness of the rice." ”

She gave Wang Chuanfu a big toothy smile: "Grandpa Wang, it's delicious fried rice." ”

"That's it...... There is no hole in the recipe and it tastes good......"

The latter sentence was muttered by her.

Except for Kong Fang, who sighed, and the old man Wang Chuanfu, no one else heard it.

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

The live broadcast ended successfully.

Everyone is starting to pack up their equipment, and the audience before the live broadcast is also starting to wait for the second episode of "The Millennium Cookbook" to start soon.

Everyone was busy, and there were only three people sitting at the table chatting.

Old Man Wang stared at Kong Fang and said to Tang Ying with a smile: "This is the Kong Fang you said Xiao Ying'er, his fried rice is really so powerful?"

Kong Fang pressed his head with one hand and pressed the troublesome Hei Changzhi back, and sneered: "Old man Wang, you are really joking, I will also cook some home-cooked food, fried rice depends on the heat, how can I, an eighteen-year-old young man, do better than you." Tang Ying is a child's heart, protect the short, you know. Maybe it's because I make a heavier flavor. ”

Tang Ying took his hand away and muttered, "It's not a short ......"

Not to mention other dishes, in terms of simple fried rice, she really thinks that it is delicious to make without Kong Fang.

In fact, in terms of control and greasyness, of course, Mr. Wang is more perfect.

But the taste is a bit light.

She still prefers Kong Fang fried.

Wang Chuanfu smiled kindly: "It's okay, I just want to taste it, we haven't eaten, my old man is also tired, Xiaokong, can't you give a bowl of face and fry my old man's stomach?"

He just wanted to see what the fried rice in the mouth of the little girl who made a breakthrough tasted better than his golden fried rice tasted.

It's just a chef's curiosity.

Not convinced at all, absolutely not.

As for the age of Kong Fang's statement...... He only took it as an excuse.

His ancestor was a special chef at the age of thirteen, and a chef surnamed Lan had already become a special chef at the age of Kong Fang.

Including the head chef of Yangquan Restaurant, he was also a special chef of this age.

So age really doesn't matter.

"That's it!Let Grandpa Wang try it!Kong Fang~I'm optimistic about you~~~" Tang Ying was still arching the fire next to him.

"......" Kong Fang glanced at her and sighed, "Okay, I'll do it, but Old Man Wang, you will definitely be disappointed." ”

He has already decided, and he will deduct the 100,000 yuan of Ferrido this time.

This Tang Ying just doesn't make people worry.

He honestly went to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, he brought out a plate of fried rice and put it in front of Old Man Wang.

No special effects, no phosphor, and of course no flash and LED.

This is an ordinary plate of fried rice, which is not as good-looking as the old man in terms of appearance.

Wang Chuanfu was silent, picked up the spoon and dug a spoonful into his mouth.

Then he closed his eyes and savored it.

It's! It's ......

Many images suddenly crossed his mind.

There have been decades of this wasted time.

I was touched when my daughter was born.

I have mixed feelings of sadness and happiness when my daughter gets married.

and the advice of his master when he passed away.

Finally, what comes to mind is the patriarch's admonition - "Chefs have their emotions in their dishes, and we want to bring smiles to customers." ”

The corners of his eyes moistened unconsciously.

He opened his eyes, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's indeed an ordinary plate of fried rice, but it's also the most delicious fried rice." I'm not as good as you. ”

Kong Fang laughed dryly twice and did not speak.

"Yes, yes!" Tang Ying said proudly, "I just said that the fried rice made by Kong Fang is the best!

Her smug nose was getting longer.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Kong is much better than my old man. Wang Chuanfu looked at Tang Ying with kind eyes like looking at a silly granddaughter, and then, he turned around and said, "Xiao Kong, did you add onions to your fried rice?"

Kong Fang smiled: "It is worthy of you, you can easily taste the taste that Tang Ying can't taste." ”

"Yes, I added not only onions, but also mustard. ”

Tang Ying was stunned.

Dare to cry every time you cry, is it because of the onion and mustard added to it?

Kong Fang, are you the devil!

PS: 2900 word chapters.

(Falls to the ground, finger in front of the "recommendation ticket", the woman begins to sing)