Chapter 20 Ice Cream and Elementary School Students

When it comes to relaxing things on a hot summer day, there are of course a variety of ice products.

For example, the eternal love of ice cream. Human beings want to be with ice cream in summer, and they will never forget the beauty of Miss Ice Cream in winter, and they can't wait for the โ–กโ–ก of time to turn back a few months and be with her again.

The last time Lei Qiu said this, Song Pingguo asked her not to replace all the subjects in the sentence with human beings without authorization, and human beings do not accept this kind of unauthorized representation.

Well, Raichu's eternal love of ice cream.

It's an endless whisk hell again. Song Pingguo turned out the electric egg beater from the depths of the cabinet. Fortunately, technology changes human beings, and technology saves chefs.

First the whipped cream, then the eggs and the syrup, Song Pingguo mixed the beaten things, and finally poured a little rum into it, put it in the box and stuffed it into the freezer layer of the refrigerator.

It's also heartbreaking for this adolescent girl.

The profession of a chef is also an artistic creation, and it is also an out-and-out physical work. It's like an actor.

Song Pingguo vaguely remembers that she wanted to be a painter when she was a child. It was when she came across a foreign picture album full of strange language that she couldn't understand, but she could feel the shock from the picture without the slightest obstacle, and she was fascinated by this art that had no boundaries and could freely convey a qiฤ“ - and then she realized that she really had no talent for painting.

Unlike Lei Chuna's life trajectory from Peking Opera to drama to TV series, which is always moving towards a field, Song Pingguo has had many dreams.

Astronauts, dinosaurists, archaeologists, painters, astronomers โ€“ all of them gave up because they found themselves untalented.

Song Pingguo, who once had so many dreams, had the only dream she hadn't considered was to be a chef. Generally speaking, when both parents are engaged in the same profession and are interested in having their children inherit as well, there are two consequences. The first is that children also feel very longing for the path taken by their parents, and are willing to inherit their parents' careers. The second is that they are not interested in or even disgusted with their parents' careers, and Song Pingguo is this one.

However, what makes people happy is that although Song Pingguo can never find the talent in other career development directions, she is very ...... in cooking Talented.

Although she herself has always refused to accept this reality, she can't deny it, even if she has been studying how to be a good stage manager for four years in college, she is still the best fit for the kitchen.

Then Song Pingguo realized that if people can't change the talent they have, it's better to choose to like their talent, after all, it will be happier this way, and besides, she doesn't really hate cooking, but she has a lot of opinions about her parents' behavior of arranging a good life path for herself.

Her father was very touched when he heard the idea. After that, he sent her to Hengdian to sell boxed lunches.

As soon as Song Pingguo stuffed the ice cream into the refrigerator, Raichu appeared behind her.

"When I was in junior high school, I moved to another school, it was the end of May, the final exams were approaching, everyone was busy revising, I saw that the atmosphere was so tense, it was even more difficult to talk, and no one in the class spoke for a whole week." Song Pingguo said and closed the door of the refrigerator, "But when I went there in the second week, I brought a secret weapon. โ€

"What secret weapon?" Raichu stared at the closed refrigerator door, still absentmindedly wondering what was inside.

"Think about it, how did you establish your friendship with Gong Xiaoye?"

Lei Qiu thought about it for a moment and looked at Song Pingguo in horror: "You brought stinky tofu?" โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Can you just let your imagination run wild at the right time. Song Pingguo raised her hand and patted on the door of the refrigerator, "Don't think about it, go to bed first, and I'll remind you to bring it when you get up tomorrow morning." โ€

Lei Qiu, who has always insisted on staying in bed until the last moment, is like a primary school student who is extremely excited because of the spring outing - yes, this time even junior high school students don't want her, and can only be classified as a primary school student - he turned off the alarm clock before the alarm clock went off, tiptoed to open the door of Song Pingguo's house opposite, and slipped in.

Oh, I walked in, and I just described Raichu's demeanor as a thief.

A few days ago, there was a huge package from Lei Qiu's hometown appeared downstairs with the courier brother, the courier brother called Lei Qiu directly this time to let her come down to get it, and sincerely invited Lei Qiu to join their express delivery world, Lei Qiu said that if she went back to her hometown to plant apples and found that the apple harvest was not good, then she would go to send the express.

Song Pingguo's evaluation of this is: "It would be good if you lived in a TV series during the Republic of China, when those rich young masters were on the verge of bankruptcy, they threatened to go to the dock to carry sacks." You must have carried more than they did. โ€

Lei Qiu took the scissors and opened it, there was a very large mat inside, Song Pingguo was so shocked by this size that she almost didn't stand firm, she helped the table, and pretended to be calm and said: "Spread it on the ground, while the summer is not over yet." โ€

When Song Pingguo got up and walked to the living room, she found that Lei Qiu was doing a handstand on the mat on the ground.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Do you want to concentrate your blood in your brain, so that you can become smart and witty in a short period of time, and you will never be afraid of life again? Song Pingguo took out the headscarf that Lei Qiu gave her from the pocket of her pajamas and tied it, "Why is it so early today, and breakfast hasn't been made yet." โ€

"I'm not going to have breakfast today, just give me something."

"You don't have a fever, do you?"

Lei Qiu proudly told Song Pingguo: "I know that today's filming is for breakfast, so I won't eat breakfast today and save it for the crew." โ€

"That's just in time for me to get some sleep." Song Pingguo took out the frozen ice cream from the refrigerator, just like the crew who sang to the old man that brought rice popsicles, wrapped it in a towel and put it in a thermos bag, and took a lot of disposable plates and spoons for Lei Qiu to bring, "Okay, let's go on a spring outing, elementary school students, get along well with your classmates and don't quarrel." โ€

Perhaps the fastest way to build bridges between people is to eat.

The world is colorful, maybe you will meet a lot of people who do not overlap with your hobbies at all, maybe you still have a lot of opinions about each other, but as long as it is an individual, you always have to eat, and then talk about eating, so that each other can realize that you are a lonely race in the vast universe, and only hand in hand can you move towards the sea of stars.

Raichu is always the fastest in the whole crew to put on makeup, she found a small table and squatted next to it, unwrapped the package with three layers inside and three layers outside, and opened the lid of the box.

The faint chill and icy fragrance instantly diffused, and everyone stopped what they were doing for the time being, and looked back at Raichu.

Killing Raichu is not possible for her to shout "Come and eat ice cream" in a crew that is basically full of strangers, she takes out a plate and a spoon, digs out a piece of ice cream and puts it on the plate, squats down next to the table and holds the plate and starts eating.

The way Raichu eats is so attractive. To be precise, it's to make what she's eating attractive.

Little by little, she took the ice cream from the plate into her mouth and ate it with relish, and when finally someone couldn't help but come over to look at it, she kindly picked up the plate and spoon and made an invitation: "Do you want to have some too, I can't eat it alone." โ€

Later, everyone got acquainted with Raichu and reprimanded Raichu for deceiving them at that time: "How can you not eat it alone?!" You can have three more boxes by yourself! โ€

As a result, everyone who eats ice cream is happier than Raichu and more like a schoolboy.

In fact, there is nothing unusual about this box of ice cream, although Song Pingguo's cooking is delicious, but there is no skill to make the taste more special when making ice cream.

After all, this is not the era when materials are scarce enough to count a box of ice cream as a luxury, but everyone is still happy like a primary school student eating the rum ice cream brought by Leichu, just like when they were in school, the classmates brought delicious snacks to share together, and the snacks were also available in the supermarket, nothing unusual, but everyone was very happy to grab them, even if they only got a little bit of it, they felt very satisfied.

This is probably the so-called added value.

There's nothing good about a regular popcorn movie, but at home you can watch even the worst movie and laugh when you set up desserts and snacks, turn off the lights, stuff the DVD into the disc player and call three or five friends.

Raichu used to scoff at the so-called human touch in food, and she thought that good was delicious, and what was the use of fixing all those empty heads. But now she has come to realize that there is a human touch, not how to make the food with love when cooking, so as to make the food shine when the lid is opened, but to make the food have this added value.

In the winter, people will want to eat steaming soup and water, in the summer, they will want to eat ice, some things will want to be savored slowly, and some things will want to be shared with everyone - even coaxed.

This is probably the superiority of Devouring Heaven as a commercial film, which has enough time to slowly show you how a certain food unfolds in a specific situation, and eats the ordinary things deliciously. Just like seeing what the favorite characters like to eat in a regular TV series, the audience will want to try it, and the attraction may not be the taste of the food itself, but the emotional resonance it can bring.

Humans are, after all, emotional creatures.

"But......" Lei Qiu begged Song Pingguo with an empty lunch box, "I haven't eaten much myself!" Just do a little more! โ€