"Sijiu City, basically based on Shandong cuisine, is divided into three factions, official cuisine, Jiaodong cuisine, and Confucian cuisine."

"Jiaodong cuisine is the most popular here."

"Dongxing Building and Cuihua Building are mainly Jiaodong cuisine."

"The old man's craftsmanship comes from his father-in-law, Mr. Zhang Dezhang, the head of Cuihua Building, this terrible fish is a unique skill, try it."

Ye Shangmo said and picked up a piece of fish fillet and put it in his mouth, looking satisfied.

As soon as he said this, Meng Shi remembered that the old man said that after he got married, he opened a restaurant with the help of his family.

It's the mother's family who dares to help, and he's a big guy.

If this old man hadn't been so salty, he would probably have become a chef.

Oh, and he has a quadrangle and a large duplex with the second ring...... That's fine.

Meng Shi used a spoon to make a spoonful of fish fillets with the dregs marinated.

The "bad" of Lu cuisine is different from the "bad" in his impression, which is bright yellow, and the miscellaneous fish of sake lees that Meng Shi likes to eat uses home-brewed red yeast cooking wine, and the glutinous rice lees at the bottom of the tank are red after fermentation.

However, the taste is similar, the fish is tender, sweet and winey.

Ye Shangmo tasted the fish fillet, put down the chopsticks, and took out his mobile phone, "I'll have someone send the script over now." ”

Meng Shi stretched out his hand and said: "I'm just just curious, it's troublesome for people to send it over, whether Qingxue Media has any intention of investing in films, in fact, I don't know very well, but I can build a bridge for Director Ye, be a middleman, and you can meet and talk." ”

Although he wanted to read Ye Shangmo's script, this kind of thing that might involve tens of millions of dollars, he was not qualified to give Qin Qingxue anything.

If Ye Shangmo took the script for investment, it would be inappropriate.

So, he said it first, so as not to cause any unpleasantness when he got it.

After all, he didn't know anything about Ye Shangmo.

Ye Shangmo didn't mention the investment again, and said with a smile: "You can force Boss Lu to change "Spring" to the sixth draft, and you can read the script with this, not only to read, but also to point fingers." ”

He dialed a number.

After the phone was connected, he reported the address to the other side and asked him to bring the script.

After explaining, he said to Meng Shi again, "This book is okay." ”

"Empty Zen?" Meng Shi read the name he had just said, and asked uncertainly, "What are those two words?" ”

Ye Shangmo glanced at the half-empty sauce fried chicken, picked up the chopsticks and put two chopsticks into his small bowl, "Zen enlightenment, all laws are empty, empty Zen." ”

Meng Shi put down the wine glass and asked, "Dharma?" Xianxia? ”

Ye Shangmo nodded.

Meng Shi combined these keywords, and the first thing that came to mind was Fahai in "Green Snake".

Tsui Hark's "Green Snake" is about "the difference between shemales" and "the sin of lust".

Fahai is a monk who is dedicated to the Buddha, and he abides by his heart and wanders in the red dust.

From the moment he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the plump and white thighs of a pregnant woman in the purple bamboo forest, Fahai felt lust, and then he was unable to eliminate the magic barrier.

Compared with Xu Xian, Meng Shi felt that this Fahai's mental journey was more like the male protagonist.

"Zen, this theme is not common."

Meng Shi is not familiar with the movies of this world.

Then he asked tentatively, "Is it about love?" ”

When Ye Shangmo looked at Meng in surprise, he left Lu Chengkang, who was talking to Chen at another table, "He told you?" ”

Meng Shi shook his head, "Love and love, you can't escape." ”

Ye Shangmo said: "It's about love, but it's not just love. ”

Meng Shi felt as if the two were playing meditation, so he smiled and said: "The wind blows the flags, is it the wind or the flags?" ”

The wind blows, is it the wind or the flags.

It is the heart of the benevolent.

This sentence made Huineng officially enthroned as the sixth ancestor of Zen Buddhism.

Meng Shi used this to joke that the monks in Ye Shangmo's script were moved by love, whether they stopped at love or not.

Ye Shangmo's hand holding the wine glass stopped.

Meng Shi saw that he didn't talk, so he smiled and said, "Is this script adapted from a novel?" ”

"Over the years, I have written a book by myself."

Ye Shangmo took the wine glass, but in the end he didn't drink it again, just finished smoking a cigarette, lit another one, and this time he handed one to Meng Shi.

Meng Shi took it and held it in his hand, "Can you tell me the general plot?" ”

Ye Shangmo took a puff of cigarette, was silent for a while, and said, "Wait for yourself, the text is very subjective, and I will inevitably bring my own understanding." ”

Meng Shi was a little surprised, this is not like what a director who has a background in making literary films can say, "Let me confirm, what you said about Xianxia is the same as what I think, right?" ”

Ye Shangmo asked rhetorically: "What do you think of Xianxia?" ”

"Edgeworth rides the wind to destroy the demons between heaven and earth?" Meng Shi himself wasn't quite sure what Xianxia was, and thought for a while, "Anyway, it can't be, I'm being chased by a monk, but I'm not panicking at all, because my horse is faster than him." ”

Ye Shangmo couldn't help laughing, "Although I was born in a period drama, I am not like this, but this is a story of reincarnation, there are not many big scenes, that is, I love to subdue the Tao, and I am preparing to build a Huanghuang Temple, and the money is not enough." ”

Participate in Zen and enlightenment, and all laws are empty.

About love, it's not just love.

A story of reincarnation.

Huanghuang Temple.

"Empty Zen".

I don't know why, Meng Shi suddenly felt that Ye Shangmo's book was very extreme.

Thinking that the script was on the way, he didn't ask any more.

The two smoked cigarettes and began to talk about small things.

Without saying a few words, the old man brought another dish - hibiscus chicken slices.

Seeing that he was about to leave after serving, Meng Shi grabbed him, "I don't see these dishes on weekdays." ”

On the small blackboard where the old man wrote the menu, there are usually home-cooked dishes such as mushu pork, kung pao chicken, and fried noodles.

I haven't seen these hard dishes such as bad fish and hibiscus chicken slices.

It's not good to take out the camera in Meng Shi, if you really shoot these, someone will come to order food at that time, and the old man will say no, it will be very embarrassing.

"Am I fooling around with this? Isn't it tiring? Sure enough, as soon as Meng Shi asked, Old Man Lu became angry, "You are stained with the light of the last one today, but you still have to give the money you should give, Chenghui, just give the two hundred." ”

He subconsciously ignored it, and Meng Shi came once.

Hearing the old man say to give money, Meng Shi didn't take this stubble, let go of his hand, and smiled, "You take out that chrysanthemum white." ”

"Dare to say it! It's gone, it's gone. The old man raised his hand to fight.

"Don't lie to me, I don't know your temper yet? The less you have, the more reluctant you are to drink. ”

Meng Shi stretched out his hand to block, "Last time, it was half a bottle, not to mention five or six taels, you can drink it alone until the end of the year, when the wine is gone, and sigh and regret, it is better to take it out now and share it with everyone. ”

The last batch of wine that Old Man Lu burned was what Meng Shi said.

At the beginning, it was hard to make, and the last bottle was left, and when the next batch could not be cellared, I opened the bottle cap several times a day, and I couldn't wait to drink it drop by drop, and finally the wine was gone, and I regretted it.

It's really that the older people get, the smaller their hearts become, and they live as old children.

Last time, the two of them talked about "what people are trying to do".

The old man took it out, and poured not much for himself, and he didn't plan to invite Meng Shi to drink.

Meng Shi drank a small circle at the bottom of the cup, and he poured it himself with a thick face.

"I ......" the old man's troubles were exposed, and he was speechless for a while, and then jumped to his feet, "Did Nizi tell you!" This girl says everything. ”

Meng Shi didn't refute either, "She is willing to mention you to others, you should be beautiful in your heart." ”

The old man thought about it, and it seemed to be so.

When it comes to grandpa, there is nothing to say, and that is called sadness.

Although this is the case, if he wants to admit that Meng Shi is right, then he can't, "She told you, I'm not beautiful!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and rushed back to the kitchen.

After a while, Meng Shi heard the shouting inside, "At the bottom of the freezer, at the innermost, don't drink it all for me!" ”

Meng Shimei went to take out the wine, took two more small wine glasses, gave herself a glass, and poured a glass for Ye Shangmo.

Ye Shangmo took a sip, "This is my stain on you." ”

Lu Chengkang didn't know when he stopped communicating with Chen You, "He hasn't been so kind to me." ”

He was a little envious of Meng Shi's ability to communicate with the old man in this way.

It was something that had never happened between father and son.

Meng Shi didn't know how to answer this, and pointed at Chen He, "You guys have negotiated this?" ”

Lu Chengkang nodded, "The role of Wu Qing belongs to Chen." ”

He originally liked Meng Shi.

Maybe at that time, Meng Shi didn't realize that he had a sense of detachment from the world.

This state and temperament are very in line with Wu Qing's personality.

But what Nizi said at the concert was right, he is now shaking hands with the world and making peace with himself.

So it didn't feel right.

And Chen is different.

After a conversation, whether it was his life experience, his current inner struggle, or even his family environment, Lu Chengkang felt that it was him, and Wu Qing should be him.

Meng Shi lit the cigarette in his hand and poured a small cup of the old man's treasure for the two of them, "Don't you need to audition or something?" ”

It is said that Chinese people are easy to do things at the wine table, and before the wine is drunk, the matter will be done, which always makes people unsure.

It's too casual.

"When I watched a video of you, I called you to read the script, and now I have met and talked with Chen Youdu, and there is no audition."

An award-winning director like Lu Chengkang makes literary films that he is good at, and some of them are invested by a lot of people, and he has the final say on everything.

"Does Chen have an agent? You can sign the contract tomorrow, and you will be able to join the group in half a month. ”

Lu Chengkang said as he skimmed the wine bottle in Meng Shi's hand with his eyes, signaling him to pour more.

In fact, he doesn't like to drink, but the old man keeps it tightly every time.

Now he has the feeling of secretly drinking cough syrup hidden in the cabinet when he was a child - irritation.

No matter how old a person is, he has a rebellious mentality, and the more he refuses to do it, the more he thinks about it.

Just like there are not many people who are optimistic about Ye Shangmo now, including Lu Chengkang, so Ye Shangmo riveted his strength to prove that he can make commercial films.

even asked Meng Shi, who met for the first time, whether Qingxue Media wanted to invest.

This is the strength that comes out of the bones, and it is very powerful.

Meng Shi shook the wine bottle.

There are only two taels left in the bottle.

He whispered, "Want more?" ”

Lu Chengkang nodded.

Meng Shi smiled at him and shouted, "Old man, your son wants two drinks!" ”

Old man Lu held a big spoon in his hand, opened the curtain of the kitchen door, and stared at Lu Chengkang with two eyes.

After two months, Lu Chengkang once again experienced the uncomfortable mood of eating.