There are several types of people who can easily form deep friendships. For example, the first and second to last in the class, such as two people who happen to be good at different subjects and are at the same table, such as a foodie and a skilled chef.

An ordinary person has two attitudes when it comes to eating, one is hungry and the other is full, while people like Leichu have three attitudes when it comes to eating: hungry, hungry, and resting before eating.

So when she heard the faint sound of frying in the oil pot next door, and didn't wait for Song Pingguo to come and shout to start the meal, she took the initiative to prepare to visit Song Pingguo.

It didn't seem good to go empty-handed, but Raichu walked around the house again and again, and couldn't find anything to deliver, and finally he hooked the box under the bed and grabbed an apple.

The summer kitchen can basically be equated with hell for people who are afraid of heat, Song Pingguo thinks that she does not have the professionalism of Lei Qiu who can still come and go freely in the crowd in a military coat in June, and when she gets up, she does not hesitate to turn the temperature of the air conditioner to the lowest, ready to grit her teeth and face the battle in the kitchen for a while.

She really wondered if there was something wrong with Raichu's perception of temperature, why did she still wear military coats and one-piece pajamas in the summer?

Because of the structural problems of the house, the wall-mounted air conditioner installed in the bedroom did not affect the temperature of the kitchen for half a day, so when Lei Qiu ran over and knocked on the door early in the morning, Song Pingguo sweated profusely and took a frying spoon to open the door for her, and the sadness and indignation on her expression made Lei Qiu feel that she was going to hit her head with a spoon in the next second.

"Good morning." Raichu smiled and handed out the apple, "Do you want an apple?" ”

"Oh yes, I said I wanted to treat you to breakfast. I'll borrow it from your kitchen, I'll have all the pots here. ”

"Okay, you can use it as you like!" Raichu smelled the smell of fried peanuts filling the room, "I'll get you the ingredients you want." ”

"Come in yourself, just take the basket on the living room table, and wait for me." Song Pingguo took off the kitchen hat on her head, folded it back and took a leather band, and walked out the door while tying her hair up, "I'm prone to hair loss." ”

"Just cut it shorter." In the case of Raichu's original roles, it was inconvenient to have too long or too short hair, so she kept it at just the right length all year round.

"Unfortunately, I'm still a natural roll, the kind of natural volume that can't be defeated by straightening." Song Pingguo touched her head with a bitter face, "If it is cut short, I will see an Einstein in the mirror every morning." Okay, let's go. ”

Raichu looked down at the contents of the plastic basket, a sausage, an onion, two eggs, two lunch boxes, one with leftovers, one with dark red chili sauce?

Song Pingguo showed her professionalism from the moment she entered the kitchen, the sound of the kitchen knife and the cutting board touching was very rhythmic, Lei Qiu felt that her stomach was also dancing with this rhythm, she couldn't help but go into the kitchen to visit, Song Pingguo just poured the diced onion on the cutting board into a small plate, and took the sausage, bent her fingers and held it, and quickly slipped into pieces.

She glanced at the spice jar in front of her, and reluctantly picked up the oil pot with only a thin layer of oil left. Raichu rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "I'll go next door to get your oil pot?" ”

"No need." Song Pingguo poured the last bit of salad oil along the edge of the pot and pushed the sausage into the pot, "It's enough, the sausage will be oily." ”

The eggs, sausages, and diced onions were stir-fried evenly under Song Pingguo's skillful movements, and then she made a move that made Raichu want to jump up and applaud her.

"Shake the pot with one hand!" Lei Qiu looked at her with bright eyes, "Can you perform the one on the New Oriental admissions advertisement, make the fire special, very high." ”

"If you can get into the back kitchen of a restaurant, you can have them put on a show for you." Song Pingguo said and gently flipped the pot again, "This pot is quite light." ”

"Yes, actually, I can shake it too." Lei Qiu kept watching intently at the moment when Song Pingguo threw the pot, "It's just that every time I throw things out." ”

Then she opened the box of rice and handed it over at the right time.

Song Pingguo pushed the rice into the pot and fried it, scooped a spoonful of chili sauce, shook it into the pot, and turned the fire to the maximum.

What is professional, professional is that every casual action seems to the layman to deliberately show off his skills, with Song Pingguo's stir-fry action while shaking the pot, the rice in the air was gradually dyed light red, and after the rice in the whole pot was evenly stained with chili sauce, she took the pot away from the fire, and half-obliquely used a frying spoon to divide the rice on two plates.

She wiped the sweat from her face, walked to the kitchen sink to wash her face, and turned around and asked Raichu, who was standing on the edge of the oil pan like her, in a puzzled way, "Are you really not hot?" ”

Obviously, Lei Qiu didn't care about whether it was hot or not, she trotted to the table with great diligence, and took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks—Song Pingguo wanted to ask her where she wholesaled the disposable chopsticks, and if she could help her wholesal, too—and couldn't wait to take apart the chopsticks and take a bite of rice into her mouth.

The well-fried onion has its own vegetative sweetness, which just neutralizes the spiciness and makes the fried rice that has been boiled in the chili sauce very easy to eat, and the sausage brings a sense of satisfaction that does not feel monotonous, and then the egg that makes the rice moist and fragrant.

If you only have one egg and a bowl of leftover rice, and want to eat them in the best and most convenient way, the first thing people can think of is egg fried rice, whether it is raw egg bibimbap, egg custard bibimbap or egg fried rice, eggs are always the best ingredients to mix with rice.

Lei Qiu didn't stop his chopsticks from the beginning of picking up the plate, and cut all the chili fried rice on the plate in one go, and Song Pingguo, who was sitting opposite her, felt that she couldn't be described as eating when she ate: it could be said that she was drinking rice.

"It's so cool." Raichu put down the plate and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's so cool to eat this in the summer." ”

"I thought you really didn't have sweat glands." Song Pingguo shook her head and finished her share of fried rice, "I'm going to prepare a boxed lunch......

"Let me help, will?" Raichu stretched out his hand and pointed at himself, "I can help you move all the boxed lunches downstairs in one go." ”

Lei Qiu used Farewell My Concubine and Song Pingguo as examples of what Peking Opera she had performed, and the Overlord was considered "clean", that is, with a flower face, but in fact, she was a martial artist. The martial arts are all about taking care of the stage effect, although there can be a glimpse of one or two practicalities, but it is really limited, it is undeniable that after so many years of practice, Lei Qiu's strength is indeed great.

If it weren't for Song Pingguo's lack of such a big box, she would really be able to move all the boxed lunches into the warehouse of the pickup truck in one trip, and she wouldn't even breathe.

Lei Qiu waved his hand at Song Pingguo: "Okay, then I'll go filming, business is booming, remember to leave it for me today." ”

"You walked over? Do you want me to take you on a trip? ”

"No, I have a car." Raichu took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and swirled around in his hand, "Newly bought." ”

So Song Pingguo watched her walk to an Emma electric car not far away.

When she first came to Hengdian, Song Pingguo really didn't worry much about how many box lunches could be sold, she made up her mind that she would go back this time after making a fool of enough days, but after she really came here, she felt that it would be too embarrassing to really lose all the money and go home again, so she should try her best to fight for it.

It turns out that the feedback she has won is not bad, and she earns neither more nor less money every day.

In contrast, Lei Qiu's life in Hengdian was not so stable, and when she came to Song Pingguo's place to eat a boxed lunch at noon, she looked depressed, and even the speed of the rice was not as fast as the previous two days.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Pingguo took the lunch box she had left in advance, and also gave her an extra apple-the one that Lei Qiu gave her in the morning.

"I was trained by the director so much that I almost forgot what my surname was." Lei Qiu happily accepted the apples and small maza that Song Pingguo shared with her, but she has long arms and legs, and sitting on the pony is not much better than squatting, "Fortunately, the filming progress was not delayed, otherwise he would have torn my hands apart." ”

"The director trained you?" Song Pingguo was aroused by her curiosity now, "No, aren't you acting in dramas?" The acting should be pretty good. ”

"It's because I'm acting in dramas." Lei Qiu frowned and picked peanuts in the kung pao chicken, "Do you know how the drama is played?" As soon as I hear the director shouting cards, I will play a play, can't I let people play it? ”

The biggest difference between drama and TV drama is that TV drama and film are the product of a group of people's cooperation, and the filming process is more suitable to be called "making zuò", while drama also needs the cooperation between actors, but most of the time, the actors are enjoying the creative process and completely selfless to devote themselves to it, so that the audience on the scene is also immersed in it and feels the strong emotions of the characters.

Theatre was born in ancient Greece thousands of years ago, and it has been passed down to this day, and it is full of romance, so an actor like Racul, who is accustomed to hearty performances, stands on the set of a TV drama and movie and feels that he has gone on the wrong set.

The camera is pointed at, and the other actors may still be impatient, the drama is walking around, the director is comparing this and that, and shouting cards from time to time.

This card word is a nightmare in Leiqiu Hengdian's career, as long as she hears this word, the love that has just been brewed flies to the clouds, and the extras are all forgotten, and sometimes they finally receive a small supporting role that is still a bit of a drama, and they are all bloody dogs who are scolded by the director.

In the middle of the night, Raichu had nightmares and dreamed that Master told her: "I'm not actually called Pichu, my name is Pikachu." ”

"I see, you've encountered a huge obstacle in the process of changing careers." Song Pingguo nodded and understood, "Hey, can you give me a paragraph?" ”

"What's coming?"

"Drama, you like it."

Song Pingguo was joking, but Lei Qiu swallowed the food in his mouth, took out a piece of paper to wipe off the oil on his mouth, cleared his throat and stood up.

It's really acting. Song Pingguo moved her small bench forward a little with great interest.