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Chapter 53 Playing "Dumplings" [[-]]

"Brother, come and see the photos I developed." After a while, Zhang Zifeng suddenly pulled Qiao Yi upstairs without any explanation.

"Hey, slow down." Suddenly I couldn't stand the child's liveliness.

After entering the bathroom, which should be in the dark room, under the dim light, Zhang Zifeng pointed to one of the photos in a clip and said proudly, "Isn't it pretty?"

When Qiao Yi looked over, it was a photo washed in black and white. In the photo, Qiao Yi was chatting with the owner who was driving three rounds of vegetables.

One is calm and the other is thoughtful.

Together with the fruits and vegetables in the car, they all seemed to come alive.

"It's really good, this photo belongs to me!" Qiao Yi suddenly became domineering.

"Well, here you are!" Zhang Zifeng put his hands behind his back, looking at other photos as if nothing had happened, with a smile on his face all the time.

"Oh, by the way, when I saw this photo, I suddenly thought, tonight should be the premiere of the "Dumpling" we filmed, right?"

After leaving the darkroom, Qiao Yi calculated the time. Today, Tuesday, should be eight o'clock in the evening.

"Really? But, we don't seem to have a TV." Zhang Zifeng said.

"It's okay, don't we have a projector at home? When the time comes, set it up in the yard and connect it with your mobile phone to watch it, just like watching an outdoor movie."

"I'll go talk to Mr. He."

Zhang Zifeng was particularly looking forward to this micro-movie, which was only about 10 minutes long, and jumped downstairs, found He Jiong and said, "Mr. He, shall we watch a movie tonight?"

"Movie? What movie?"

"'Dumplings'."

"Is it going to be broadcast tonight? How could it be scheduled on such an ordinary day?" He Jiong didn't pay attention to the later events, after all, it was a micro movie, and the right to broadcast the first round had already belonged to the imperial court.

"Ok!"

"Okay, I'll ask Mr. Huang to cook quickly. After we finish eating, let's sit here and watch a movie!"

Hearing that the micro-movie featuring all Mushroom House will be broadcast tonight, Li Xiaoran is also looking forward to it, and helps Huang Lei to speed up the cooking.

As for Pan Yueming, seeing that he was not rested at all, and no one had the heart to let him work, he was left in a daze.

So soon, sumptuous dinners were served on the table one by one.

Stewed meat with fresh bamboo shoots, fresh bamboo shoots and miscellaneous fish soup, grilled beef, smoked fish in a mushroom house, shredded potatoes with vinegar, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a total of six dishes, most of which are hard dishes.

Pan Yueming, who was losing weight, couldn't help but eat a lot more.

Soon, the late night poisoning was over.

At this time, it is almost time for the focus interview.

Qiao Yi and Peng Peng adjusted the projector, then connected their mobile phones, clicked on the official website of the imperial court to play online, and the video was projected on the big screen.

At this time, it happened that the focus interview had just ended, and the advertisement had not yet started.

The entire Mushroom House, together with today's guests Pan Yueming and Li Xiaoran, as well as all the staff, were invited to the yard to watch the upcoming "Dumpling" microfilm.

Those who didn't sit down directly found cushions and sat on the ground.

There were even staff members who sat on the stakes.

Time passes quickly.

At 90:[-], viewers across the country who were waiting to watch prime-time TV dramas saw the screen suddenly go black, and then a line of words appeared in the center of the screen: the early [-]s of the last century.

In the background music, there are some sounds unique to the 90s, radio, and pop songs.

"Huh? Did you put it on the wrong channel?" A viewer sitting on the sofa watching TV froze for a moment, picked up the remote control to change the channel, and then saw the station logo in the upper right corner.

Nothing wrong?

Just when the audience hadn't realized how to get back, the screen finally lit up.

Appearing in the picture is a pair of young hands, flipping out the old banknotes from a piece of cloth full of age, and lighting them, very skillful movements.

Then, the camera began to follow the hands, wrapped the banknotes in cloth again, stuffed them into the pockets of the clothes, picked up the canvas schoolbag hanging on the washbasin shelf behind the door, and went out, locking the door at the same time.

Then, the owner of the hands walked out of the camera.

And the camera stays on the old lock on the door.

The left and right sides of the picture gradually close together with the background music, and finally only two wooden doors are left. On the wooden doors, there are faded but still intact New Year pictures.

Two words emerged.

dumpling!

At this point, one mirror is completed.

Then in the next shot, Qiao Yi's face appeared in the screen. It was clean, but at a glance, he could see the atmosphere of that era.Zooming out further, what he was holding in his hand was the canvas schoolbag.

Seeing this, many people were taken aback.

"Isn't this brother Yi? When did he act in a period drama?" Someone recognized Qiao Yi and thought Qiao Yi acted in a period drama.

But looking at the rhythm, it is completely the texture of the movie.

Many people were full of doubts in their hearts, but they continued to read.

In the camera, Qiao Yi came to an old tricycle and asked the vegetable seller played by Peng Peng, "Boss, is there any fresh lamb?"

"Yes, I know you're going to buy it today, so I'll keep it for you! Make mutton dumplings for your child?" Peng Peng smiled.

"Well. What's the price today?"

"Two dollars and ninety-eight cents."

Qiao Yi hesitated for a moment, he seemed to be hesitating, and finally said expressionlessly: "Two yuan and ninety-eight cents is two yuan and ninety-eight cents, give me half a catty."

"okay!"

Peng Peng cut the mutton very familiarly, then weighed it with a scale hook, and showed Qiao Yi a look at Gao Gao Cai's tilted beam: "Here, it's more than half a catty! Brother, you can give it one yuan and five."

Qiao Yi nodded, took out the small cloth bag containing the money from his pocket, opened it layer by layer, and handed it to Peng Peng one by one, then took the mutton wrapped in newspaper by Peng Peng, carefully Put it in a canvas bag.

"Brother, go slowly!" Seeing Qiao Yi turn around and walk back, Peng Peng shouted.

Qiao Yi didn't respond and walked out of the camera.

The camera returned to Peng Peng, he put the mutton back, and started yelling again.

The screen turned again, and the camera cut to Qiao Yi's hand again, at this moment, his hand was skillfully making dumplings.

At this time, a little boy about six or seven years old appeared in front of Qiao Yi, with one small hand behind his back, and the other coolly held out a paper with 100 points written on it to Qiao Yi.

"Oh, 100 points, it's not bad. But we can't be proud, we have to be humble, you know?" Qiao Yi pretended to be very indifferent, and kept making dumplings in his hands, but the movements were obviously smaller than the small ones. The boy's 100-point paper was much lighter before it appeared.

"Know that humility makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind!"

The boy answered seriously, and then he smelled the smell of mutton. He didn't care about the rolls, poked his head and swallowed and asked, "Dad, why are you eating mutton dumplings today?"

"Son, today is your birthday, don't you remember?"

"Is it my birthday today?" The little boy was suspicious, apparently he didn't remember much.

"Go and light the fire for me, and I'll make you your favorite mutton dumplings later!" Qiao Yi rubbed the little boy's head with his hand.

"Okay!" The little boy nodded sharply, and then ran over to start the fire.

Soon, with a series of shots, the steaming dumplings came out of the pan and served on the plate. After washing his hands, the little boy sat on the stool very obediently, looking eagerly at the plate of dumplings on the table.

"Are you hungry?" Qiao Yi put a plate of dipping sauce on the table.

"Hmm!" The little boy wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Eat it. From now on, every birthday, Dad will make dumplings for you!" Qiao Yi looked at the little boy fondly, and wiped the flour on his forehead with his hand.

"It's so hot!"

The little boy took a bite of the dumpling, and it was so hot that he sucked his mouth, but he swung it in his mouth twice and swallowed it: "Dad, it's delicious!"

"If it tastes good, eat more."

"Dad, why don't you eat?"

"I'm eating. Dad likes to eat dumplings with soup the most. The original soup turns into the original food, so it's delicious!" Qiao Yi watched him eat, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, but the inside was almost full of dumpling skins.

"Oh."

The little boy is not interested in dumpling soup, it will only make him eat a few dumplings less.

"Dad, next time I can get [-] points in the exam!" The little boy filled his mouth with dumplings, looked at the empty plate, and promised Qiao Yi with a happy face.

"it is good."

The picture fades to black, and the first act is over.

"So real?"

"Brother Yi looks at the little boy in the same way that my father looked at me back then."

"Has anyone noticed that Brother Yi's bowl is full of dumpling wrappers?"

"..."

After watching this scene, many people fell silent.

I don’t know if I remembered it, when my parents made dumplings for me, it was a delicious memory.

(End of this chapter)