Food: starting from feeding Fat Reba in the crew

Nights in Kyoto are always short.

At about five or six o’clock, the east turned white.

The sun probe rises from the horizon and casts a golden morning light.

When this first ray of light shines on the pavilions of the film and television city.

The confused Reba was woken up by the alarm clock.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched.

Then I went to the bathroom, intending to wash my face and sober up.

But just after a facial cleanser, Reba’s eyes suddenly froze.

She found that she actually had a pimple on her forehead!

Reba reached out and touched it, and suddenly let out a scream!

At the same time, assistant Xiaoyu entered the house with a cup of hot water.

“It’s over, Xiaoyu, you see, I have a pimple!”

“Normal, I have eaten too much egg fried rice and fried lamb with green onions these days, and many people are on fire.”

“Ah, it hurts, what should I do?”

“Drink more hot water!”

Reba puffed out her cheeks and looked very aggrieved.

In fact, she also knows that eating so much egg fried rice and lamb will make it hot.

But what Yang Zhe made was so delicious, she couldn’t help it.

If only he could make soup….

Thinking of this, Reba couldn’t help biting her lower lip slightly.

If Yang Zhe was asked to make soup for himself, would he agree?

“Xiaoyu, I’ll go out.”

“Eh, where are you going?”

“You don’t have to worry about it, you can’t lose it!”

Reba ran out of the hotel and clicked to the film base.

Then he trotted all the way through Fang Tang Avenue, and it didn’t take long to come to the kitchen camp.

At this time, Yang Zhe had just gotten up and was brewing a pot of tea, before he could drink it.

After straightening her dress, Reba stepped forward and opened the curtain and walked in.

“Chef Yang, good morning!”

“Good morning, a cup of tea?”

Reba took the teacup and took a small sip: “I have acne on my face, do you think it’s ugly?” ”

Yang Zhe raised his eyes and looked: “It’s on fire, right?” ”

“Uh-huh! But I can’t bear for you to cook! ”

“It’s okay to eat less.”

“No, no, you can’t eat less.”

“So what to do?”

“So, can you add soup…”

Reba was a little embarrassed, and her pink cheeks puffed out.

Hearing this, Yang Zhe was slightly stunned.

He was originally going to make soup, and even the balls were made in advance.

Reba’s pimple is really a coincidence.

“Okay, then make you soup today.”

When the four words “make you soup” clearly passed into Reba’s ears.

Reba’s heart began to pound, and her eyes flashed with joy.

Yang Zhe also spoils me too much, right?

If I want to drink soup, I can drink soup!

Other actors have to grab it, I can order it.

Is this a preference?

At the same time, Yang Zhe stood up and began to make preparations.

“By the way, Reba, what time is it, why don’t you go to filming yet?”

“Ah, I was filming a kiss scene today, so I don’t have to go.”

“Don’t go to the kiss scene by yourself?”

“I always use a stand-in in my kiss scenes, and my first kiss is still there!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn’t help but get nervous in her heart.

Why should I emphasize that my first kiss is still there? Is it to be dedicated to him?

At this moment, the curtain in the kitchen was suddenly picked.

Zhao Ruth suddenly walked in, and just happened to hear the first kiss still something.

So she stepped forward a few steps and put her hand on Reba’s shoulder.

“How about talking about kissing? Chef Yang, I debuted late, and my first kiss was there. ”

Reba glanced at Zhao Rusi beside her with some displeasure, and frowned angrily.

Hum! I shouldn’t have told her the secret of egg fried rice in the first place, but now she actually robbed it from me!

Yang Zhe looked at the two girls who did not give in to each other, and couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, okay, I’m going to start making soup, you two sit and wait for a while.”

Zhao Rusi quickly pulled a chair and sat down: “Eh, do you want to make soup today?” ”

Reba raised her chin high: “Of course, I specially applied.” ”

“What soup?”

“I don’t know about that…”

“Chef Yang, what soup do you want to make?”

“You’ll know when it’s made.”

Yang Zhe washed his hands, took out absorbent paper and wiped it.

Then he reached out and picked up the medium knife, picked up the winter melon, and quickly scraped off its green coat.

Then he changed the knife and cut it into mahjong pieces of the same size.

Then Yang Zhe poured the oil into the pot and moistened the pot evenly in a circle.

When the oil flowers began to bloom, the winter melon chunks were poured into the pot.

Then keep turning the spatula and stir-fry both sides of the winter melon until slightly browned.

“Do you make winter melon soup?”

“Yes, the winter melon lowers the fire, just suppressing your little pimples.”

Zhao Rusi turned her head in surprise: “Eh, Reba, you have acne?” ”

Reba was a little sad: “I’ve eaten too much greasy in the past few days.” ”

“I’m so envious, people don’t have acne.”

“Dead girl, be careful when I hit you!”

At the same time, Yang Zhe poured the special soup base provided by the system into the pot and switched to high heat.

This soup base uses a powder ground from the cooking of various types of seafood.

It is also supplemented with a slight spices, such as tangerine peel and osmanthus flowers.

The taste can be perfectly combined with the ingredients to bring the soup flavor to the extreme.

Soon, small bubbles of “grumbling” began to rise in the pot.

The rich aroma of the soup base and the sweetness of the winter melon also began to escape from the pot.

Yang Zhe glanced at the system’s progress bar prompt.

Then find the right time to pour the meatballs in.

The round meatballs tumbled with the winter melon in the boiling water in the pot.

The flavors are intertwined, combined, and gradually become one.

Ten minutes later.

A mellow and rich smell instantly drifted into the somewhat narrow space of the kitchen.

Among them, the umami in the soup base is the most attractive and smells hearty.

This rich flavor is mixed with the fragrance of winter melon.

Take a deep breath to smell the deep sweetness.

At the same time, the taste of carefully hand-beaten beef meatballs is induced.

The meat is fragrant and sweet, plus the richness of the soup base.

A variety of rich fragrances are mixed together, combined with each other and in their own right.

“Wow, what a fragrant smell!?”

“It’s winter melon meatball soup! I love eating winter melon! ”

Reba glanced at Zhao Rusi: “I’ll take the first sip later!” ”

Zhao Ruth snorted: “The first bite is mine.” ”

“I am a senior before you entered the industry, you have to respect me!”

“Eating doesn’t depend on seniority!”

Yang Zhe listened to the Yingying Yanyan in his ears and felt quite comfortable.

After an hour, the aroma in the pot has been intense to the extreme.

All kinds of fresh fragrances continued to penetrate the noses of the three people, making people start to secrete saliva continuously.

Yang Zhe looked at the time and poured the chopped chives coriander into it.

A pot of rich and fragrant winter melon meatball soup is out of the pot.

The umami soup is filled with chubby meatballs floating and white and green winter melon underneath.

The chopped green onion and coriander are dotted in between, which is very beautiful.

“Here, taste.”

Yang Zhe brought the soup to the two girls and handed out two spoons.

The two couldn’t wait to pick up the spoon, and after blowing “huhu”, they drank it in small sips.

At the first mouth, the aroma of the soup blooms on the taste buds in an instant.

After poking a meatball with chopsticks and putting it in your mouth, the taste of Q bomb overflows with a rich meat aroma!

The strong smell of beef mixed with rich gravy bursts in the mouth.

Mixed with saliva and pouring into the throat, it is all hot satisfaction.

The winter melon also absorbs the aroma in the soup at this time, and it is very fresh in one bite.

“It’s so delicious!”

“It’s so fresh, it’s just fatal!”

“This winter melon is so soft and sticky, it doesn’t even fall apart when you eat it.”

“And this beef meatball, a mouthful of popping pulp, so comfortable!”

Yang Zhe looked at the expressions of the two and gently raised the corners of his mouth.

I also served a bowl of myself and drank it with a purr.