On the set of the filming of "Mr. Good".

The crowds of group performers are gathering around the place where they receive the boxed lunch.

Everyone looked in the direction of the kitchen with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Why do you feel so fragrant today?"

"Me too, I feel like I can eat three bowls of rice, am I too hungry today?"

"Has the crew changed chefs?"

"If you change the chef, then the crew is attentive this time, and it is not cheap to invite a chef who makes the rice so fragrant."

"Don't say it, hurry up and get me a boxed lunch, I'm hungry with my chest sticking to my back."

"Get out of the way, don't delay me getting my lunch."

With everyone scrambling for each other, the lunch box on the table was quickly swept away.

When they opened the lunch box, the rich fragrance instantly wafted into the air.

For a moment, the scene was silent.

After about three seconds, the silence was broken by the sound of swallowing saliva.

Everyone devoured it one after another and began to eat a boxed lunch.

"Damn, this egg fried rice is too delicious!"

"This bowl of egg fried rice is simply yyds!"

"In such a comparison, I feel that the boxed lunches I used to eat in the crew seem to be pig food."

"How did this chef make a bowl of egg fried rice so delicious?"

"No, I don't feel like I can eat enough, I have to go get another one!"

"Your uncle, don't eat the bowl, look at the pot, forget it, hurry up and grab it, remember to grab one for me!"

In just half an hour, the group performers ate all the lunch boxes in their hands, and there was not even a grain of rice left.

Everyone was lying on the ground with their stomachs covered in satisfaction, still wearing the crew's costumes, and those who didn't know thought they were playing the role of a homeless.

But as long as you get closer, you can hear their voices.

"I feel like I ate the egg fried rice that the chef scrambled today, and I won't be able to eat the egg fried rice that other people scrambled in the future."

"The difference between what the chef did yesterday and what he did today is too big, shouldn't the crew really change the chef?"

"How can the crew be so generous and spend money on changing chefs!"

"What do you care about so much? It's delicious! ”

Wang Tianhe was standing in the distance, watching the group performers' every move after eating the box lunch.

At this time, in Wang Tianhe's mind, there was a cold mechanical sound.

【Ding! Praise +20]

Hearing the prompt sound of the system, Wang Tianhe fell into deep thought.

Today's filming is only a small scene, so the crew doesn't need many box lunches.

But as long as you can maintain this amount every day, you can do it almost four times a day.

I just don't know if the same person's praise for egg fried rice can be repeated

If you can't, then you may need more group performances to taste egg fried rice when the crew is filming big scenes to complete the task.

Just the egg fried rice tastes so delicious, so when the next recipe is opened, the lamb with green onion should be even better.

……

"One shot, one shot!"

"Click, over!"

"Two mirrors once!"

"Click, over!"

"Three mirrors at a time!"

"Click, over!"

……

As the sun sets, the sky is left with only a red glow.

Watching the crew pack up the equipment, the director couldn't help but have some doubts while drinking tea.

Today these shots are all in one go.

That's weird, isn't it?

Could it be that these group performances have taken the wrong medicine?

and Zhao Linger's state is also completely different from that of the morning, as if she is perfectly integrated into the role.

At this time, the assistant director was also puzzled, and when he met the director's eyes, he couldn't help but say: "Did these group performances take the wrong medicine today?" ”

"It doesn't matter what his reason is, if we can do this every day, we will save our effort."

When the two were talking, Zhao Linger's assistant Xiaomeng happened to pass by, and the director stopped her when he saw it.

"Xiaomeng, you go and call Ling'er, let's go and have a good meal today."

"Okay director, you wait a while, I'll go."

Xiaomeng trotted all the way to the business car where Zhao Ling'er was.

At this time, Zhao Ling'er was lying on the seat, looking at the script in her hand with a focused face, and she didn't notice Xiaomeng's arrival at all.

Xiaomeng stepped forward and gently patted Reba's shoulder.

"Ling'er, it's time to eat."

"Huh? But I'm not hungry right now. ”

"But ......"

"And I'm going to lose weight, I don't eat at night, you go eat, you remember to eat a little more, and eat my portion."

"Well, well."

Seeing that Zhao Ling'er was so determined, Xiaomeng had no choice but to give up, close the car door and leave.

At this time, Che Xiao was holding his mobile phone to watch the video, standing with the director, and seeing that only Xiaomeng came alone, he was a little puzzled.

"Where's Ling'er?"

"She said she was going to lose weight, skip dinner, and let us go eat."

Hearing this, Che Xiao became more and more puzzled.

Don't eat?

If I'm not mistaken, it seems that she only ate a piece of beef at noon and didn't eat it, right?

Don't eat dinner?

Is this to involute yourself?

Although he was puzzled, Che Xiao didn't say anything, nodded lightly, got into the crew's car, and went to the restaurant booked by the crew with the director.

After the sky was a little dark, Zhao Ling'er opened the car door and cautiously glanced around, but there was no one around.

A touching smile bloomed on Zhao Linger's face.

That's great!

Now that there is no one around, I can go and eat egg fried rice again!

Zhao Linger walked lightly towards the crew's kitchen, her eyes full of excitement and expectation.

But when she came to the crew kitchen, the whole person froze in place.

I thought that these group performances had already gone back.

Unexpectedly, they all gathered in front of the dining table at the kitchen door to grab a boxed lunch!

If you don't know, you think this is Xianggang in the 90s.

"Squeeze your hair! Hurry up to reincarnate! ”

"Your uncle, you have the ability to put down the extra lunch!"

"Can you stop squeezing! With the reincarnation of you starving ghosts, you can't eat four dishes in your life! ”

The excitement and anticipation in Zhao Linger's eyes gradually dissipated.

How do these people do this?

I already have one copy in my hand, and I grab a second one!

If it's too much, I'll have three or four boxed lunches in my hands!

If you continue to grab it like this, you won't be able to eat it!

For a while, Zhao Linger was a little anxious, and she also wanted to join the team of the rice-grabbing army.

But the thought was fleeting.

How could a little girl rob that group of burly men.

What's more, if you really go to grab a box lunch with the group performers, the headlines tomorrow will be you, and this kind of heat will make you embarrassed and throw yourself home.

What to do?

What to do?

What to do?

Can't you eat today?

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer boxed lunches on the table, Zhao Linger couldn't help but stomp her feet in place anxiously.

At this time, Zhao Ling'er suddenly felt someone tap her shoulder.

When I turned my head, I saw that it was the young chef with egg fried rice at noon.

"You, why are you here?"

A trace of shyness flashed on Zhao Ling'er's face.

The way he stomped his feet and was anxious just now, shouldn't he have seen it?

Ahhh

Shame on the dead!

Wang Tianhe didn't know Zhao Ling'er's inner thoughts at this time.

He raised the lunch box in his hand.