"That's not going to work, you've already agreed. Luo Yingshi said with a smile.

"Senior, you are a naked fraud. Yin Ming was indignant.

"Scam is scam, anyway, it worked. Luo Yingshi said.

"Teacher Yin Ruzhen was right last time, the name Luo Yingshi is a false name, and Luo Yingshi's essence is a liar. Yin Ming's brain was hot and blurted out.

Luo Yingshi's face immediately fell, "What did you say?"

"No, no, nothing. "Yin Ming is empty.

"Hmph, I'll do it later. After Luo Yingshi finished the last sentence, he turned around and returned to the shooting scene.

Yin Ming wanted to cry alone without tears.

......

It was getting dark.

Li Ruizhen's oxtail soup gradually emerges with an enticing aroma.

Li Ruizhen tasted it and was very satisfied. Keep boiling.

At this point, it's time to make fried eggplant.

Yu Zeyan is in charge of frying the eggplant, he first blanches the cut eggplant in salted water, and then fry.

It's different from Yin Ming's approach.

Of course, you can.

After that, Yu Zeyan actually let Li Ruizhen do it.

Li Ruizhen even did it obediently.

Yin Ming felt that something was not quite right in the whole world today.

However, they didn't prepare other side dishes in advance, and the two were a little scrambling.

Yin Ming couldn't wait to go up and help.

Fortunately, it was successfully completed in the end.

The two tasted the fried eggplant they collaborated on, and they both said it was delicious.

"It's the style of the BJ restaurant. Li Ruizhen praised.

Na Young-seok and Park Hee-yeon let out incomprehensible laughter.

Outside the camera, Luo Yingshi touched it and tasted a piece. Nodding and shaking his head, he came back.

And then said, "The taste is really artistic." ”

I don't know if it's a compliment or a criticism.

Yin Ming covered his mouth and didn't let the laughter be too loud.

It shouldn't be unpleasant. However, if it is Luo Yingshi who has tasted Yin Ming's braised eggplant, he must be insensitive in the face of similar fried eggplant.

Oxtail soup soaked rice, topped with sautéed eggplant and radish kimchi. It can be said to be a hearty and delicious meal.

……

Luo Yingshi drove Yin Ming back to make dinner.

Yin Ming reluctantly returned to the dormitory. As a result, I ran into someone from the logistics team outside the door.

The leader handed over a black bag in his hand to Yin Ming.

Yin Ming took it with a confused face. Then the bag shook twice.

After the logistics team handed over the bag to Yin Ming, they waited to see his reaction. Seeing that the bag shook twice, he immediately looked at Yin Ming's expression.

However, Yin Ming disappointed them. Yin Ming didn't react, his face was indifferent.

As soon as he took over Yin Ming, he knew what it was. Fish.

However, Yin Ming was still a little curious, what kind of fish it would be.

The most commonly eaten fish in Korea is yellow croaker, but that is a marine fish. Freshwater fish in ponds are generally not included in Korean recipes.

Yin Ming glanced into the bag and saw several fierce fish faces.

Absolutely, black fish, no wonder the freshwater fish that have not moved for hundreds of years, there are several of them today.

After all, it's a pond tyrant who specializes in eating other small fish. Even if fish is not eaten often, rural people are accustomed to removing the presence of black fish.

Yin Ming is very satisfied with the black fish, but what must be done to make everyone like to eat it.

Koreans generally don't like to eat freshwater fish, the biggest reason is that they feel dirty and don't want to think about why it's dirty......

After thinking about it, I decided to use the ultimate killer move to get out of my hometown. Black fish pot. But if you lack a little shrimp, you can barely make do with it.

Carrying the black fish back to the kitchen, I rummaged through the ingredients first, rummaged through, and found no dried white tofu.

"Isn't there one in South Korea? Or did you say that the logistics didn't buy it......" Yin Ming felt that this problem was a bit serious, and the recipe couldn't be presented well.

......

On the other side, Li Ruizhen and Yu Zeyan were eating very happily.

Luo Yingshi secretly drank oxtail soup for a night, very satisfied, and didn't add any more tasks to them, saying that it would be over after washing the dishes.

Li Ruizhen was surprised, but of course he was also very happy. "Luo Yingshi has actually changed his sex!" Li Ruizhen thought in his heart.

After the VJ of the evening shift arrived, Luo Yingshi followed the morning shift back to the dormitory. The first thing to do is to go to the kitchen.

Then I saw Yin Ming standing there tinkering with something, walked over to take a look, and said "huh" in surprise.

Yin Ming didn't look back, and concentrated on doing the work in hand.

Huang Binghui, who has been on the set, also came in, after all, she is the chief assistant chef.

Seeing Luo Yingshi standing aside and looking at Yin Ming, he also walked over curiously to see, and was instantly attracted.

Yin Ming's wrist used the knife to go down slowly, and gently picked it up, and a piece of fish fillet that was slightly thicker in the middle and thin on both sides was put on the plate by Yin Ming.

Black fish fillets are not thin, they must be meaty and chewy, and they must be free of fish bones.

Yin Ming used his previous housekeeping stunt and gently slipped along the big bone fragment.

It is not blown, although it is not professional, but the standard of some small restaurants is there.

Three black fish came down, and Yin Ming felt that his wrist was broken.

Put the fish fillet away, Yin Ming collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move. At this time, I found Luo Yingshi and Huang Binghui standing next to me.

"When did you two come?" Yin Ming asked.

"It's been a long time. Luo Yingshi said.

"Ah, yes. Yin Ming scratched his head.

When Luo Yingshi was about to say something, Jin Dazhu rushed in and shouted, "Where is Yin Ming? Have you cooked? What time is it, and you are going to starve to death?"

"I'm dead. Yin Ming was on the floor, making his last sound.

"Ah......" Jin Dazhu swallowed back what he wanted to say, as he received the death stare of Luo Yingshi and Huang Binghui.

"Anyway, it's already nine o'clock, Yin Ming, hurry up. Luo Yingshi said.

"It's only nine o'clock, and the shooting is over?" Yin Ming still didn't want to get up.

"yes, give them a day off and get some rest. After all, Yu Zeyan has a cold. Luo Yingshi said.

Because Yu Zeyan had a cold, Li Ruizhen even took the initiative to take over the task of washing dishes, of course, this has nothing to do with Yin Ming.

What Yin Ming needs now is to solve everyone's dinner problem quickly.

Forcing himself to get up, Yin Ming asked Huang Binghui to help light the fire and cook the rice, while he handled the other ingredients.

Huang Binghui went happily, and it was rare to change her job, which felt very fresh.

And Yin Ming, after cutting some Chinese cabbage, winter melon and potatoes, didn't find anything that could replace the dried white tofu, so he could only leave it alone.

There are no chicken feet, but there are chicken wings, so I feel like it's okay.

The fire on Huang Binghui's side has been lit, and the pot is hot.

Yin Ming put an appropriate amount of oil in the pot and heat the oil. Add the bean paste, then pour the Chinese cabbage, winter melon and potatoes into the pot and stir-fry.

Then add the rice water and bring to a boil over high heat.

Yin Ming changed the recipe without authorization, and he didn't know what the result would be.

After about five minutes, remove the vegetables from the pot and put them in an oversized iron basin, and add the chicken wings and fish fillets prepared in advance to the remaining soup and simmer.

Yin Ming also added some sauerkraut, hoping that the taste would be richer.

When the chicken wings and fish fillets are cooked through, add salt, sugar, cooking wine, and chili powder to taste.

After serving, add green onions, chili peppers, and peppercorns on top of the dish, and pour a little hot oil.

Bring the black fish out of the pot.

Huang Binghui had already brought the other kimchi to the table, and after the black fish was put on the table, dinner finally began.

Everyone in the film crew gathered around the table, watching the fish fillet hesitate to start.

It's not because of the colorful dishes, but because I'm worried about the taste.

Although I have a lot of confidence in Yin Ming, I have heard from the logistics side that it is a snakehead (that is, a black fish) in fresh water, I don't eat much, I feel very dirty, and I don't dare to put down chopsticks.

Yin Ming didn't have so many worries, and the chopsticks were immediately inserted.