Salt, oil, thirteen spices, pepper ...

Under Wang Tianhe's stirring, various seasonings are fully integrated into the meat filling.

Hand-beating meatballs is indeed a manual work.

It didn't take long for Wang Tianhe's forehead to be filled with fine beads of sweat.

Beads of sweat kept sliding down his face, and even a few drops of sweat ran into his eyes.

This made Wang Tianhe a little uncomfortable.

Since his hands were covered with minced meat, he couldn't wipe the sweat from his forehead.

In desperation, he had to turn around and look at the car behind him and smile.

"Sister Che Xiao, can you help me wipe the sweat on my forehead?"

Che Xiao was looking at Wang Tianhe, who was concentrating on making meatballs.

Hearing his words, he came back to his senses and hurriedly agreed.

"Huh? Well..."

Then, Che Xiao took out a pack of tissues from his bag, took out a few pieces of paper, and gently pressed them on Wang Tianhe's forehead.

Che Xiao carefully helped Wang Tianhe wipe his sweat.

At the same time, Wang Tianhe's hands kept moving, still stirring the meat filling.

After about ten minutes, the meat filling was completely energized and showed a brushed state.

Watching the meatballs beat, Wang Tianhe took a huge iron basin.

Fill the iron basin with cold water and place it next to the cutting board.

In the next second, Wang Tianhe reached out and grabbed a ball of minced meat, with a tiger's mouth, and at the same time cooperated with the spoon.

A Q-bomb meatball fell from his hand into the steel basin.

Looking at Wang Tianhe's skillful technique, the car on the side smiled with a look of surprise.

"Do you mean that the meatballs are made by hand?"

"No, there are still few hand-hits, and they are generally made with machines."

"Oh..."

Che let out a long laugh, feeling that he had increased his knowledge.

Then she stretched out her hand again to wipe the sweat of Wang Tianhe on the side.

Wang Tianhe's speed of pinching the meatballs was also very fast, and it didn't take long for the Q bomb tight meatballs to float on the water.

……

The night in Jiangcheng is still relatively short.

At about four or five o'clock, the sun came out, and the golden sun shone all over the city.

And Zhao Linger was woken up by the alarm clock.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes, got up and went to the bathroom, ready to wash.

But as soon as she looked in the mirror, Zhao Ling'er instantly became sleepy.

Because she found that there was an extra pimple on her forehead!

Zhao Ling'er exclaimed, and when she passed, the assistant Xiaomeng also walked into her room.

"Oh no, little dream, look, I have a pimple!"

"It's normal... In the past few days, the egg fried rice and fried lamb with green onions have been too greasy, and many people have acne. ”

"Ahh But what should I do if I die of pain? ”

"Cold salad! Drink plenty of hot water! ”

Zhao Linger pursed her lips and looked at Xiaomeng with an aggrieved expression.

In fact, she herself knows that eating too much egg fried rice and fried lamb with green onions will definitely get angry.

But helplessly, the food cooked by Wang Tianhe was so delicious that he couldn't control himself at all!

If only he could make some light soup...

Thinking of this, Zhao Linger thought about it.

If Wang Tianhe was asked to make soup for himself, would he make it for himself?

Thinking of this, Zhao Linger said to her assistant Xiaomeng: "Xiaomeng, I'll go out!" ”

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I won't lose it!"

Zhao Linger ran out of the hotel and ran towards the film and television city.

walked all the way through the main street of the film and television city, and soon she came to the back kitchen of the crew of "Mr. Good".

At this time, Wang Tianhe had just gotten up, and he had just made a pot of coffee and had not yet taken a sip.

Zhao Ling'er pushed open the door and walked in.

"Chef Wang, good morning!"

Wang Tianhe couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Zhao Ling'er coming here early in the morning.

"So early? Have a cup of coffee? ”

After asking, he poured Zhao Linger a cup of coffee.

After Zhao Ling'er took the coffee, she took a sip and said, "I have a pimple on my forehead, you see..."

Wang Tianhe smiled: "It must be on fire." ”

Zhao Ling'er nodded: "Yes, but I really want to eat your food." ”

"It's okay to eat less!"

"I don't want it! I don't want to eat less! ”

"Then you want to..."

"Can you make me a lighter soup?" Zhao Ling'er was a little shy, and her little face was puffy.

Hearing this, Wang Tianhe was stunned.

Originally, he was going to make soup today, and even the hand-made meatballs were ready.

The timing of Zhao Ling'er's acne is really coincidental.

"No problem, then I'll make you soup today."

This sentence reached Zhao Ling'er's ears.

For a while, Zhao Linger's heart began to beat wildly, and a surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Wang Tianhe is really a favorite person, he can drink soup if he wants.

Other actors still have to grab food from him, and I can order my own food?

Is this my only favor?

When he passed, Wang Tianhe was also ready to start working.

Suddenly, Wang Tianhe thought of something, turned his head and asked, "By the way, Ling'er, what time is it, aren't you going to film yet?" ”

"Today is a kiss scene, so I don't have to go." Zhao Linger said playfully.

"Huh?" Wang Tianhe frowned, obviously not understanding what Zhao Ling'er meant.

Seeing this, Zhao Linger explained: "My kiss scene has always been to let my stand-in, so my first kiss is still there!" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Linger's heart was like a deer bumping into each other.

What are you doing when you emphasize your first kiss? Do you want to give his first kiss to his mother?

Just as Zhao Ling'er was thinking, the door of the kitchen was pushed open again.

Che Xiao walked in and happened to hear what Zhao Ling'er said about the first kiss just now.

So, a sly smile appeared on her face and teased.

"What about kissing? Chef Wang, in fact, my first kiss is still there! ”

At this time, Zhao Linger glanced at Che Xiao on the side with some anger and pouted.

Hum!

I shouldn't have told Sister Che Xiao about the egg fried rice in the first place, but now she came here to rob herself!

Wang Tianhe looked at the two women competing here, and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"Alright, I'm going to make soup, you two wait."

When Che smiled and heard this, he immediately sat on the chair on the side and asked curiously, "Huh?" Chef Wang is going to make soup today? ”

At this time, Zhao Ling'er raised her chin proudly: "That's, this is what I specially requested!" ”

"What kind of soup are you going to make?"

"Then I don't know..."

"Chef Wang, what soup are you going to make?"

"You'll know when it's done!"

Wang Tianhe washed his hands, then picked up the kitchen knife in his hand and began to cut the cabbage.

The cabbage was quickly cut into small pieces by Wang Tianhe.

Then he put the cabbage in a pot and washed it with water.

Wang Tianhe dried the cleaned cabbage with his hands, and at the same time boiled the oil.

Next, the chopped cabbage is poured into the pot.

"Zila..."

The baby cabbage is put into the pot and makes a pleasant sound.