Mu Sheng, who was inexplicably chilling in his back, straightened up, glanced left and right suspiciously, scratched his head, and finally stopped and sat down under the supervision of the director team.

When I arrived at the place, it was a very beautiful house, with a classical courtyard, with a delicate classical charm everywhere.

The filming crew arrived one step ahead of them, and the machine was already set up and ready to shoot.

The whole program of "Food Journey" gives the guests a lot of freedom to play, providing a local guidebook, assigning them tasks, and the guests are free to group up to find these ingredients or cook back to this compound.

The first day is mainly to give everyone a break to relieve the hard work of a long-distance flight.

And as Mu Sheng expected, after a brief rest in the afternoon, everyone familiarized themselves with the environment, packed their luggage, and the mayor carried a large bucket to comfort them.

Inside the barrel is a very famous fish species on their side, which can only be eaten during this season, and cannot be cultivated artificially.

The meat is delicate and fatty, and it is a very rare delicacy.

After all the introductions were done, the group of people made a simple decision on which dishes to make and then ready to start making dinner.

Because the bowl of poached eggs on Weibo was not boiled, Chu Ci was honorably assigned to the work of several people.

At the moment, she was crouching next to the bucket, looking at the three fish paddling leisurely in the water.

Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at this side, thinking that this little girl should not be made a psychological shadow by the fish by what she said in the car before, and was about to step forward, when he saw Yan Chao walking over casually.

Looking at Yan Chao's expression, Mu Sheng squinted his eyes suspiciously, and it happened that the king asked her to wash the vegetables and prepare side dishes for stewed fish and grilled fish.

Mu Sheng didn't see anything, so he answered casually and turned around to serve the food.

Yan Chao looked at the little girl who was squatting on the ground and almost shrunk into a ball, her eyes were slightly dark, and she raised her hand from behind and rubbed the little girl's coiled balls.

"What are you looking at?"

The little girl felt the pressure from the back of her head and couldn't help but look back.

Just squatting on the ground and looking up, Yan Chao was really afraid that she would accidentally turn over, so he hurriedly reached over with his other hand to catch the back of the little girl's head, and looked at her helplessly.

"Be honest."

The little girl looked at him with a smile, "Senior." ”

It's like a little piece of honey.

Yan Chao pressed his hand slightly, watched Chu Ci lower his head again, stood up and turned around.

"But then again, senior, you actually know how to cook?" The soft touch of the little girl's hair was still in the palm of her hand, and she had already stood up at this moment, tilting her head to look at him.

That little face looks very easy to pinch.

All the thoughts of Yan Chao were on this little face, and he responded casually.

I still want to say: Is it okay for you to eat?

But looking at the camera next to him, Yan Chao swallowed this sentence silently.

The little girl doesn't have any works, she has too much attention, and it's this kind of attention, it's not good.

"Emperor Yanying, I'll leave the grilled fish to you, and let our sister Chu Ci assist you."

The king shouted in the house with a handful of coriander.

Yan Chao replied, then raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, glanced at the fish that were still alive in the bucket, and looked at Chu Ci, who also heard the voice and turned his head to look into the house, his voice was a little low, with a little smile, "Come and help." ”