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

Chapter 38 Eating is the Best Way to Communicate
Zhou Qiuyu finished filming, and the others were also preparing to move to the next shooting location, so the crew took a day off.

That night, several of their leading actors, together with the director and writer, gathered in the hotel restaurant for dinner.

I originally planned to go out to eat, but because Wang Qing suddenly mentioned that he cooks well, he hoped to cook a meal for everyone to try. By the way, thank Zhou Qiuyu for his care and guidance during this time.

So in the afternoon, they borrowed the kitchen from the hotel, bought ingredients outside, and let Wang Qing cook a dinner.

"Come, come, Senior Sister Zhou, I wish you the best of luck! I also wish our show a hit!"

After taking his seat, Wang Qing picked up the wine glass and prepared to toast everyone. He was the youngest and the lowest seniority at this table, so he should speak first.

From the first drama after graduation to the present, he feels that his luck is really good. The two dramas have come into contact with actors with good personalities, and he has become more and more fond of this profession.

"Why did you start drinking at the beginning? It's not good to drink on an empty stomach. Eat something to fill your belly before drinking." Zhou Qiuyu stopped him.

"Yo, I'm on my way, this Liu Qing is really a good woman, alas, Zheng Kaisi, you have to cherish this opportunity." Uncle Mo joked skillfully, and following the filming these days, with Wang Qing's The deeper the friendship, the more he appreciates this junior.

In fact, at the beginning, after knowing that Wang Qing played the male lead in this drama, he felt a little jealous in his heart.

After all, the last drama was the male protagonist, and this drama is the male protagonist, and his debut is the pinnacle. This kind of thing is rare.

He Lao Mo has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, but he has never played a leading role.

His current situation is more complicated. He is completely stereotyped in a supporting role. Basically, if there is a script to find him, he will not be asked to be the leading actor, and he will only be given the position of supporting role.

He really felt very complicated about the feeling that what he had worked so hard for his whole life was easily done by others.

But now it is much better. Wang Qing's ability is obvious to all, and he is also convinced.

"Hey Li Jun, what do you need to say?"

Seeing Uncle Mo teasing the two of them with the characters in the play, Wang Qing replied without showing any weakness: "I want to fix this woman Liu Qing, even if Jesus comes, it won't stop us from being together, I said it! "

This kind of thing often happens in the crew, using the characters in the play to joke with each other to deepen the drama. At this time, they don't care about the gap in generation or the avoidance between actors.

"Huh?! This beef is good enough to be fried."

At this time, a surprised voice sounded, overshadowing their joking voice.

Among them, the director, who had been busy for a whole day, impatiently moved his chopsticks, then stared wide-eyed at the other people who came over, and finally set his sights on Wang Qing, "Okay, Xiao Qing, you can go to this level Open a restaurant, what kind of actor."

"The whole thing, Michelin three-star restaurant, it's much easier to make money in that business than being an actor."

When he was talking, the chopsticks in his hand didn't stop, and he picked up the vegetables in the bowl one after another, without being polite at all.

"Oh? Samsung Chef?"

Originally looking at the dishes on the table hesitantly, Michael, who had no idea what to do, was a little surprised by Han Tao's evaluation, "Then I have to try Mr. Wang Qing's cooking skills."

As he spoke, he finally stretched out his chopsticks and unskillfully picked up a piece of beef.

Different regions have different impressions of food. As a crooked nut, Michael’s country usually eats large pieces of meat, various steaks, various seafood, and occasionally some bread.

But now there is no bread on the table, and the preparation of various dishes is a little different from the Chinese food in his impression, and the meat is cut very finely, which makes him a little at a loss.

Originally, he planned to pad his stomach casually first, and then go to eat outside again after everyone else returned to the room, but after hearing the evaluation of the three-star chef, he looked forward to it.

"Ok?"

Under everyone's attention, Michael put the beef into his mouth and chewed it. There was no change at the beginning, but as he kept chewing, the expression on his face began to change, from surprise, to enjoyment, and finally to satisfaction.

He stretched out his thumb towards Wang Qing, even speaking his mother tongue, "lt's so delicious!"

Afterwards, he came to his senses and quickly switched back to Chinese, "It's delicious! It's even better than what I eat in our country, the most luxurious and famous Chinese restaurant!"

"This beef, the more you chew, the more delicious it becomes. How did you do it!"

"They're all home-cooked dishes. Before I made them, I thought you might not be used to them. I added them to beef." Wang Qing replied modestly, and explained his method.

Director Han Tao and Michael's performance made others eager to move their chopsticks.

"Mmm! The beef is so tender!"

"Sweet is just one word for this stew, sweet!"

"No way, you know both martial arts and cooking, are you acting as a chef?"

Just watching them stuff food into their mouths, praises spit out from their mouths one after another. It was no surprise that they were all admiration for Wang Qing's cooking skills.

Looking at the scene in front of him with a smile, Wang Qing felt somewhat satisfied.

Even if he is not a chef, what everyone who cooks most desires to hear is that what he makes is recognized and appreciated by others, and he is the same.

Seeing that the food he cooked was recognized by the big guys, Wang Qing was satisfied, but at the same time, he was a little glad that he had acquired the skill of cooking so early.

Communication is often the most tiring thing in a person's life.

But the skill of cooking helped Wang Qing solve this problem very well, and the people gathered at this dinner table were all the more important people in the crew.

After tasting the food he made, Wang Qing could clearly feel that other people's attitude towards him had changed, and the topic was thrown out inadvertently, mostly asking for advice on how to make it so delicious.

For this kind of questioning topic, he only needs to answer it, and he can get closer to other people. This way of communication is undoubtedly the most relaxing and easiest.

"Woooooo, this is too delicious, junior brother, I really want to marry you home!"

After eating a large bowl of bibimbap with tears in his eyes, Zhou Qiuyu could foresee that he would gain weight again tomorrow, "Think about it, if it is appropriate, we will get the certificate tomorrow, and you can come to my house the day after tomorrow. My house has a very complete open plan. Kitchen, but never used it."

"I will pay for the five insurances and one housing fund for you, and there is still 5000 yuan of pocket money every month. As long as you cook for me on time every day, I don't have to worry about eating and drinking expenses."

"Senior Sister, are you looking for a boyfriend or a chef? Also, is it really okay to be bribed so easily for a meal?" Wang Qing also said jokingly.

This attitude is a bit exaggerated, although he is also reluctant to go out to eat after eating the meal he cooked.

(End of this chapter)