In front of the pedestrian street, Qin Qing held the microphone in his hand, with a professional smile on his face, and when he was ready, the man nodded and opened the lens cover of the Sony DV camera DCR-VX1000 on his shoulder. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hello audience friends in front of the TV, I am the host Qin Qing, and I have met with you again, after the disdainful efforts of our working group, a few days ago, we finally contacted the processing workshop for the production of lo-mei products that has been extremely popular in the small food street recently, and to our surprise, this small processing workshop actually brought us some other surprises."

In front of the camera, Qin Qing, who was dressed in ear-length short hair, held the microphone in her hand, with a faint smile on her face, and when she opened her mouth to introduce, as her voice fell, the man stretched out his finger unusually cooperatively and made a V gesture.

"The direction we are in now is the front end of the food street located on Heiniucheng Road, Nankai District, and you can see that there is a long queue behind me..."

As Qin Qing's words fell, his palm pointed slightly behind him, and when his body slowly retreated, the man with the camera on his shoulder in front of him slowly moved with Qin Qing's rhythm with a tacit understanding, and while changing the angle of the camera, there was a hint of understanding on his face, obviously a little complacent about the tacit cooperation between the two.

"That's right, such a huge long dragon, in this still hot summer, is not afraid of the heat to line up here, just to be able to eat the food cooked here."

Qin Qing continued to hang her appetite, as her voice fell, the angle of the camera turned slightly again, and under Qin Qing's deliberate guidance, she came to the front of the window.

"Seeing this, many viewers and friends may feel strange, what is the relationship between this crowded delicious fried skewer shop and the lo-mei processing workshop we are going to interview, let Qin Qing reveal them for you one by one."

As the filming began here, the crowd around them who were originally waiting in line were also excited at the moment, and when they looked at it, there were even a lot of diners, who were originally queuing up at the store on the side, and they were also attracted by the movement here, and for a while, next to Wang Ming's shop, the flow of people became more and more turbulent.

Wang Ming looked at the huge flow of people gathered outside the door through the small window of the business, and couldn't help but be a little speechless, and then looked at Qin Qing's figure walking towards the side door, Wang Ming quickly entered the operation room, looked at the various raw materials neatly placed on the conditioning table, took a deep breath, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Qin Qing stepped forward into the operation room, and the camera on the shoulder of the man behind him tracked and filmed, under Qin Qing's guidance, when he came to Mecca, the speed of Meka's heartbeat increased a little, but in the pair of Danfeng eyes, there was a light flashing, and his hands and feet were working neatly.

In the camera, Meka is quick to salvage and control oil, under the raw materials, the whole set of actions is extremely skillful, with the hot oil boiling in the pot, the raw materials in it are bubbling with oil, when the sound of snorting comes out, the operation room, is also diffused by a faint layer of fried fragrance.

"We saw that it was a little girl who cooked this hand-fried skewer, and now, let's ask this beautiful girl first, with such a huge flow of people queuing, the cooked things must be very delicious, but how did she do it?"

As soon as the picture turned, Qin Qing's figure flashed out, still with that sweet smile, as her voice fell, Meka almost subconsciously turned around, and at the moment of turning around, excitement and nervousness, as well as excited expressions were mixed, and then he silently cheered himself up in his heart and turned around.

"Hello, we see that your small shop has a very large flow of people, so what kind of food can make people come to buy a feast regardless of the heat?"

Qin Qing's eyes looked at Meka who turned around, and smiled, as her voice fell, Meka also smiled, and then the picture turned, and the slender body with a slightly cramped expression flashed on the screen of the camera.

Facing the shooting of the camera, Meka's face was slightly red, and after casually lowering the flames, her mood gradually calmed down, and she smiled at Qin Qing slightly, trying not to look at the camera.

"The raw materials of the fried skewers in our store have to be carefully processed, from material selection, cutting, pickling, and semi-finished products, all of which are completed independently, striving to be fresh and delicious."

Meka thought for a moment, the words that Wang Ming taught her echoed in her mind, and with her understanding of fried skewers during this period of time, when she spoke, Qin Qing nodded slightly.

"In addition, we also have our own unique way of blending the sauce, according to the different tastes of the guests, we have prepared two completely different sauces that can be tasted by the public, which is more intimate."

"And most importantly, we will treat each and every one of our guests very seriously and responsibly, ensuring the quality of hygiene and bringing them the most suitable deliciousness."

Meka then spoke, unconsciously, as her voice fell, the inexplicable tension in her heart disappeared, looking at Qin Qing and nodding with a smile, Meka suddenly felt some regret in her heart, and immediately, she turned around with some unfinished thinking and continued to cook the food in her hand.

"Okay, after introducing this delicious fried skewer, if you are interested, you can come and try it, I can't help but drool when I smell the aroma of cooking."

"Now, I'm going to reveal to you what he's up to, and what he's up to, is the owner of the lo-mei distribution center we've been looking for lately."

Qin Qing stood in front of the camera, with a smile on her face, and said slowly, and as her voice fell, the camera lens also moved slowly, frozen in the operation room where Wang Ming was.

"Hello, Master Wang."

Qin Qing walked into the operation room, looked at Wang Ming who was handling the ingredients with his head down, and when he spoke, Wang Ming raised his head, revealing his delicate face, white overalls, and the red and white chef's hat on his head, which made him stand there with a handsome and steady look.

"Hello."

The movements in Wang Ming's hands eased slightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth looked quite confident, and as his voice fell, the camera lens rotated slightly, retreated, and took in all the pictures of the two.

"That's right, we mentioned earlier, the processing of lo-mei and cooked food made by your hands is very popular in many restaurants in the small food street, so, I don't know if it's inconvenient for you, tell us about the audience and friends in front of the TV, how to make these delicious foods and the key points?"

As Qin Qing said with a smile, Wang Ming hesitated slightly, and then nodded.

In the bright and tidy operation room, with the camera cutting, Wang Ming stood in front of the conditioning table, holding a piece of clean pork belly in his hand, and told in detail about the selection of materials, rough processing, secondary treatment, and the marinating of pork belly... And Qin Qing on the side would interject a sentence from time to time, Wang Ming looked serious, but occasionally added a witty telling style, which would attract Qin Qing's sweet laughter.

Time passed slowly, and in the small operation room, when Qin Qing's last sentence was said in the next issue, even the burly man with the camera on his shoulder had a look of relief on his face.

"It's very detailed, this time I'll go back, I'll try it with the method you said, and see if I can cook the same delicious."

At the end of the shooting, Qin Qing also breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Wang Ming, who had gradually cleaned the conditioning table on the side, and said with a smile, and as her voice fell, Wang Ming put aside the white hand towel in his hand and shook his head with a smile.

"This kind of thing, how to say it, even if you are given all the seasonings and recipes, you will be told what you need to pay attention to, but if you want to make the same taste, even if you have a certain basic skills, it is difficult to achieve that effect."

Wang Ming opened his mouth and said, obviously what he said is also the truth, cooking does not seem to be difficult, but the order of seasonings, the control of the heat, the texture of the raw materials, the length of the boiling time, etc., etc., on the basis of certain ingredients and details, there are two most important points, these three points, the professor does not come, can only rely on his own slow exploration.

"First, the feel, this kind of thing, very mysterious, can only be understood and indescribable, very wonderful."

"And the second is experience, not many people know the production process, can be perfectly controlled again and again, which requires a feel at the same time, but also experience, and experience, is in the process of trying again and again, gradually accumulated."

"As for the last point, it is necessary to be attentive, the meaning of attentiveness is different from seriousness, seriousness only represents attitude, and the heart, which represents a higher level of things, even today's Wang Ming can't grasp it."

Or to thank Qin Qing, or perhaps, they both have a common hobby for food, Wang Ming's words also increased, and at this moment, as his voice fell, Qin Qing's expression was also full of seriousness, and a trace of incredible looks emerged.

Wang Ming said this, she understood the meaning, but she couldn't do it, and when she nodded as if she didn't understand at the moment, she couldn't understand Wang Ming in front of her.

"Is he really only eighteen?"

Qin Qing said secretly in his heart, and immediately shook his head, as if he was amused by his sudden gossip thinking.

"Although I understand what you mean, it should be very difficult to reach that level."

"Okay, the filming is over, we should go back, I hope you will go further and further on the road of cooking."

Qin Qing breathed lightly, her big eyes flashed with a longing light, and as her voice fell, Wang Ming also nodded.

"I'll send you, wait for a while to finish your work, and take the time to invite the two of you to dinner, which can be regarded as a thank you for today's interview."

With the two of them leaving the shop, standing on the edge of the road at the front end of the pedestrian street, feeling the pleasant wind blowing slowly, Wang Ming chuckled lightly, and then said softly.

"Okay, then I'll thank you in advance, I hope that next time, I can taste your better ideas."

Qin Qing also smiled, nodded lightly at Wang Ming, and as her voice fell, the car door on the side was opened by the man from inside, Qin Qing smiled again, and after saying goodbye to Wang Ming, he stepped into the car.

Seeing the two leave, Wang Ming slowly entered the shop, at this moment, as the sky began to darken a little, and the number of diners became a little rarer, Wang Ming took a deep breath and immediately went to the operation room.

"How? How did I do today? ”

Seeing Wang Ming walk in, Meka had a smile on her face, looking a little excited, and after putting the raw materials in her hand into the pot and stirring it gently, she asked Wang Ming.

"You'll find out when you watch TV by yourself."

Wang Ming pretended to speak mysteriously, and as his voice fell, Meka pursed her lips, but her mood was still cheerful, and her movements in her hands were faster.

"I hope that after the TV broadcast, it will attract a larger number of customers."

Wang Ming stood in front of the cooking table in the operation room, his eyes murmured softly with a hint of yearning, and then he looked at the extremely clean vat that had been processed on the raging flame, calculated the time, and walked out.

At the front end of the pedestrian street, the night breeze blew and stirred the hair on Wang Ming's forehead.

"I don't know, what's going on at home?" (To be continued.) )