Song Yi thought about it and ran to call his brother again, but Chen Xin didn't care. She is not interested in being on TV, but unfortunately the Internet has not yet spread to every household, most of them are still dial-up to the Internet, and she can start making her own online videos in two years, and she doesn't need to go to the TV station to grab food.

But now that she has so much material, she thinks she can start a web blog. It focuses on local specialties and the stories behind these dishes.

Perhaps Uncle Qian's son-seeking notice is a very good starting point.

The number of users of the blog is not too many now, but the people who play the blog are definitely the ones who are ahead of the trend of the times, so Chen Xin plans to do it exquisitely.

The location for the shooting has been chosen a long time ago, on the second floor of the café, and she had made arrangements in advance when she arranged it before, and in the corner of the terrace and interior on the second floor, a corner was enclosed with a glass room, and it was arranged into a very bourgeois sun room.

"I said no, can you see your big fat elbow in this environment?"

Song Yi has never seen Chen Xin's operation, he also reads blogs, but most of them are about current affairs or expressing emotions, like Chen Xin's style that integrates local cuisine and Westernized petty bourgeoisie, he really saw it for the first time.

Chen Xin put the raw materials on the plate, took pictures, and then carefully retouched and typeset, and then put the finished product drawings on it, there is no step diagram in the middle, after all, nothing can be very beautiful in the process of frying, except for Western cold food.

The first food introduction is about 200 words, and then there are photos of the thousand-year-old yellow horn tree in the ancient town, as well as nostalgic photos of the people with small bridges and flowing waters.

These techniques, which were common in later generations, have a very unique novelty in this era, as if the maker of food is taking you in search of a legend.

Chen Xin is used to doing this, and she can connect a story casually. Under her narration, this dish entrusts Uncle Qian's decades of unchanging love for his deceased wife, as well as his longing for his son.

At the end of the article, Chen Xin wrote: When I saw Uncle Qian caressing the portrait of his wife and pinching the one-inch photo left by his son, I just wanted to ask, do you want to write the rest of your life full of regrets?

Song Yi is a sensual man, and after reading the blog written by Chen Xin, he said that it is like a bitter coffee wrapped in a layer of chocolate sauce, when the sweetness on the outside melts, the bitterness on the inside makes you cry.

"Hey, I can't do it, why are you so sensational? And that kid surnamed Qian, don't be caught by me, otherwise you have to scold him to death." What kind of grudge can make him abandon his father for more than 30 years? Does he want to spend more than 30 years regretting it for the rest of his life? No, no, no, I have to go and be calm down. ”

Song Yi, the old man, pushed away the computer and got up and went downstairs, ran to cut and wash, and soothed himself with food.

Cheng Jie was at work, and when she received this blog post forwarded to her by Chen Xin, she was not calm anymore, she had always been calm.

Flipping through the information given to her by Chen Xin, and then looking at Chen Xin's blog post, she tore off the report that had written most of the paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

"A couple of you come over and read the article and tell me what you think. Cheng Jie recruited other copy editors in her group, so that everyone could also feel Chen Xin's crit.

For Chen Xin, her article is nothing in later generations, because it is necessary to fit the aesthetic concept of modern people as much as possible, so Chen Xin is still writing under pressure and does not dare to be too sensational. In the next few years, she can directly write this article into a bosom friend!

Cheng Jie asked her colleague to read Chen Xin's blog, and she stepped aside to call Lu Yimeng.

"Sister Lu, are your leaders really unwilling to do this show?" Cheng Jie thought it didn't matter before, but now she was full of confidence in Chen Xin, "If you don't do it, I can try to let the market station take a look." ”

The city station is still a cable TV station, and there is no way to compete with the provincial station, and it will not compete. However, non-competition does not mean that the market does not want to develop, and they are also groping for change. Cheng Jie's unit has dealings with several choreographers and directors in the market, and if she goes to talk about the project, she may succeed.

"Wait, if it's handed over to the market, I don't think there will be much prospect for development. In two days, we will have a centralized meeting in Taiwan, and I will find a way to talk to the deputy director to see if we can get it to the meeting for a vote. ”

Because I only briefly reported to the leader before, if you want to discuss it at the meeting, then you have to make a small sample and take into account all aspects of the problem.

Zhou Hao got off work, hesitated, called Yi Bai, and asked him to come out for a drink.

"What kind of wine are you drinking, the unit has been working overtime recently, and you may go out at any time, yes, I'll accompany you, I'll see the head office if you drink?" Yi Bai was riding a bicycle with his mobile phone, originally planning to go to his mother's side for dinner, but after receiving a call from Zhou Hao, he had to turn around, planning to detour from the sidewalk to the intersection, and take a shortcut through the alley next to the Catholic Church to the military dormitory.

As soon as he turned around, he accidentally bumped into someone, and the other party staggered against a lamppost on the side of the road, showing pain on his face.

"Hey, aren't you, I just accidentally bumped into it, is it so serious?"

Bai Mengqing had just come back from rehabilitation, and she felt uncomfortable, but when she was hit by Yi Bai like this, she came down in a cold sweat.

Hearing Yi Bai's questioning, she was speechless for a long time.

"Hey, hey, big girl, are you not feeling well? I'll take you to the hospital?"

Yi Bai saw that Bai Mengqing didn't look like he was pretending, there was a fine and dense layer of sweat beads on the other party's forehead, and his face was pale and pale. Immediately, he didn't care about telling Zhou Hao about drinking or not, so he asked Zhou Hao to quickly drive the car over and send people to the hospital.

Zhou Hao was also startled when he heard it, and without saying a word, he drove the car out of the alley and arrived at the scene in five minutes.

When he arrived, Yi Bai had already helped Bai Mengqing to sit down on the stone stake on the side of the road, and a middle-aged woman next to him was wiping Bai Mengqing's sweat with a handkerchief.

"The car is coming, big sister, offended. Yi Baiyi picked up Bai Mengqing and put it in the car, and the passers-by next to him saw that it was a military vehicle, so they hurriedly came to take a hand.

Yi Bai locked his bicycle under the pedestrian tree next to the Catholic Church before, and then jumped on the car and urged Zhou Hao to hurry up.

Zhou Hao hadn't recognized Bai Mengqing before, so he got into the car and took a closer look, and tried to scream.

"Bai Mengqing, are you Bai Mengqing?"

Bai Mengqing's head was already dizzy at this time, and her eyes were also flowery, seeing that Zhou Hao's face was blurry, but the other party's epaulettes told her that the other party was a soldier, so she nodded and agreed weakly.

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