If I don't film, I have to go home and inherit billions of dollars

Chapter 168 Famous Scene

"Stewed radish with lamb, stewed radish with oyster sauce, fried bacon with dried radish, hot and sour potato shreds, shredded radish crucian carp soup, fried raw, fried dumplings and wide noodles, wow, this is too rich."

"There are so many dishes that there is almost no room for the table."

"That...is a big bowl of wide noodles."

After cooking, it was already past seven or eight o'clock in the evening. A group of people had been doing physical work all afternoon, and they were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. .

"Wow, this fried dumpling is too delicious." Song Qianqian quickly picked up a fried dumpling that she had been eyeing all morning. This one was made by Wang Qing.

Everyone makes dumplings in different ways, so the dumplings made are also different. It is easy to see who made the dumplings.

As she spoke, she quickly lowered her chopsticks and picked up another one.

Seeing her movements and expressions, the others hurriedly followed her unconsciously.

By the time Zhang Zifeng plugged in the milk hose and was about to move his chopsticks, most of the fried dumplings on the plate were gone.

She stared at the plate in disappointment for a while and said, "Ah, there are no more dumplings."

"Isn't there still?" He Jiong looked at her suspiciously, "Or do you only want to eat the dumplings made by your brother?"

"Cough" Wang Qing originally wanted to pick up some food for Zhang Zifeng, and stopped, and naturally sent the food picked up by the chopsticks to his own bowl.

This made Zhang Zifeng, who moved the bowl next to him, take it back somewhat inexplicably, but he didn't think too much, looked at He Jiong and replied, "Because it's hard to get the chance to eat what he made."

"How come, as long as you are willing to ask, he will definitely do it for you." Huang Lei answered He Jiong's words beside him, "How can a brother not take care of his sister?"

"But don't worry, he made both the stuffing and the skin, and it doesn't matter whoever made it."

As he spoke, he picked up a fried dumpling from the plate and put it in his mouth, "Mum, it's delicious."

But after thinking about it again, I compared the dumplings made by Wang Qing, "Well, there is still a difference."

"I really didn't expect Xiao Qing to be such a good cook." Song Qianqian said curiously. After eating a few dumplings, her hunger was relieved.

"Now I'm a little envious of my sister for having such a big brother. It would be great if I could share half of it with me and cook for me every day."

"what?"

Zhang Zifeng was stunned for a moment, and then said blankly: "Sister Qianqian, it should be the younger brother."

Sitting next to her, hearing her answer, Wang Qing was amused and said politely at the same time: "Actually, Sister Qianqian's cooking talent is very good. She should be able to cook good meals after learning."

"That's right, Qianqian, you are so old, and you still want to be Wang Qing's younger sister." Huang Lei teased with a smile across the table.

"Okay, okay, don't remind me of my age anymore." Song Qianqian covered her ears to express that she didn't want to hear it, as if what she just said was just a joke.

"But to be honest, I also ate other dumplings just now, and there is really a difference."

He Jiong hurriedly interrupted this topic, and said seriously to others: "Even if a good chef has the same ingredients, the things they make are different."

"Yes, it's like this fried radish with dried radish. I made this bacon. I used this bacon to cook before, but Xiaoqing's dishes made with the same bacon are different from mine." Huang Ray said, showing them a piece from the plate.

"The same ingredients, the same dish, different chefs make different delicacies, just like I heard you talking about the remake of Jin Yong's TV series this morning."

"Since the shooting of the Condor Shooting became popular in the [-]s, Jin Yong's works have been continuously remade and updated, but in fact, audiences of different ages can accept different perceptions, so there is no need to Compare which one is better and which one is worse."

"Even if Dongfang Bubai is adapted as a female, as long as half or even a third of the audience can accept it, then it is a good drama"

This time, there was no need for Wang Qing to stay at the end to finish the meal, as there was almost no food left on the big table.

After the meal, they fed the six dogs again, and began to return to the house for tonight's entertainment.

Huang Lei proposed to make a bowl of panna cotta for everyone, and then fry some panna cotta, which can be eaten while playing later.

While helping out in the kitchen, they took turns going upstairs to take a shower.

By the time Wang Qing was the last one to take a shower and go downstairs, the game seemed to be over.

"Is it over?" Wang Qing scratched his head and instinctively sat down beside Zhang Zifeng.

"Hurry up and eat first, your panna cotta is getting cold." Zhang Zifeng brought him the bowl of ginger milk that was placed next to her, "I haven't finished drinking it, so I'll give it to you too."

"Then I won't be polite." Wang Qing didn't refuse, honestly speaking, he didn't have enough to eat tonight.

Rong Zuer was sitting opposite, watching the small movements of the two of them, smiled and said to He Jiong next to him: "No wonder I was reluctant to eat Zi Feng's small bites just now, so it was reserved for her brother."

"The two of them have a very good relationship. If there is anything that can't be eaten, it's my brother who will take care of it." He Jiong had an old father's smile on his face.

The voices of the two were not loud, only the two of them could hear them.

"Is the relationship so good?"

Scanning the two of them with narrowed eyes, Rong Zuer's face was flushed, she seemed a little drunk, and the tone of her voice unconsciously amplified with her emotions, "Do you think the two of them will get married?"

"what?"

Zhang Zifeng, who was still playing with Wang Qing in a low voice, was frightened by this sentence, turned to look at the person who was speaking opposite, only to find that Rong Zuer had been staring at them for some time.

There is no doubt that the sentence just now was referring to the two of them.

"No, no." She quickly said with a smirk, and unconsciously clenched her hands under the table.

Wang Qing didn't open his mouth, he drank the panna cotta silently, without any change in his expression.

Others also heard Rong Zuer's question, and they could see who the target of this question was from her eyes.

"They won't." Huang Lei quickly explained: "The two of them acted in a movie together, acting as brother and sister, and then this emotion extended from inside the play to outside the play, just like real brothers and sisters."

Although he explained it this way, Wang Qing always felt that there was something wrong with the way he looked at him.

"That's right." Rong Zuer replied noncommittally, staring at the two of them while eating melon seeds, with an expression that obviously did not believe Huang Lei's words.

"Cough, speaking of this, I feel like every guest who comes here will ask these questions." He Jiong looked at her and quickly changed the subject, "Every time we use these words to explain, the audience will Don’t think we’ll be in water for a long time.”

(End of this chapter)