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Zhou Mi was stunned. He didn't expect Bai Sitian to refute him so directly.

He felt a little confused, subconsciously leaned back on the chair, put some distance between himself and Bai Sitian, and asked doubtfully: "Why?"

Bai Sitian saw his actions and understood that this was a subconscious defensive reaction when faced with objections.

She was not impatient, but slowly drank half of the glass of wine, and then began to explain: "If you imitate foreign styles, foreigners will think that the photos are nondescript and not the same. For example, in early Hollywood movies, white people were asked to play Chinese people. Wouldn’t you think it was inappropriate when watching the movie? If a foreigner were asked to put on Chinese Peking Opera costumes and sing Peking Opera, he might sing it like an opera for you. , are you also very awkward?"

Zhou Mi fell into deep thought after listening to Bai Sitian's words.

He admitted that Bai Sitian's statement made sense.

He has always pursued innovation and wanted to make unique movies, but he did not realize that simply borrowing foreign styles is not real innovation, but may cause the movie to lose its local cultural charm.

He sighed, sat up straight, and looked at Bai Sitian sincerely: "You're right, I didn't think of this before. We should dig into our own culture and take pictures that belong to China and are full of national charm. Movie."

Bai Sitian poured Zhou Mi a glass of wine, and while he was drinking, her eyes flashed slightly, and she made secret calculations.

Zhou Mi is very wise, he is willing to accept other people's suggestions and is good at learning, which makes Bai Sitian feel like a teachable child towards him.

Now that he's on the road, she might as well help him more.

Recalling the past days, Zhou Mi had extended a helping hand to help her many times, which made her feel grateful to Zhou Mi.

However, Bai Sitian also knew that if she directly helped a man solve his problem at this moment, would he be unhappy about it?

After all, some men may feel that they are inadequate and need a woman's help to succeed, a thought that may trigger their feelings of inferiority.

She doesn't want to do bad things with good intentions.

She hopes to guide Zhou Mi to find the path to success.

Bai Sitian thought of "Red Sorghum" directed by Zhang in 1987. This film full of Chinese national characteristics became a hit internationally and eventually won an international award.

The film uses a lot of Chinese red elements, which is very visually impactful and unforgettable.

So, if Zhou Mi can be allowed to make a movie with the same Chinese characteristics and help him go in the right direction, will he also be able to fulfill his wish?

The next film to win an international award was "Farewell My Concubine", which was shot in 1992 and won the Palme d'Or in 1993.

If Zhou Mi is filmed first, he will be the next famous director. By then, his family should be able to support him in art, right?

Bai Sitian pointedly said: "Brother Zhou, you said we should explore our own culture. So what are the representative elements in our culture? Can you give an example?"

After thinking carefully for a moment, he said: "For example, dragon, red, the Great Wall, panda, Peking opera, kung fu..."

Bai Sitian praised him fiercely: "Brother Zhou summarized it very well. I really like Peking Opera, especially the story of "Farewell My Concubine". I find it very interesting."

"Farewell My Concubine? This story contains both war and love, as well as sacrifice and parting. It shows the complexity of human nature and the truth of tragedy. It is indeed a very attractive story." Zhou Mi said with deep sympathy.

"It's a pity that young people nowadays don't like to watch Peking Opera anymore. Do you think this story will gradually be forgotten in the future?" Bai Sitian sighed and said with pretend regret.

When Zhou Mi heard this, he seemed to be touched by something. He slapped his thigh suddenly and said excitedly: "Sitian, I figured it out. You gave me inspiration. I will write a script about Peking Opera when I get back."

It worked!

Bai Sitian gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.

She recalled the Oscar-winning films she saw in later generations, in which the protagonists were often controversial characters, such as prostitutes in brothels, or homosexuals.

Only with this kind of character setting can we win awards.

She was afraid that Zhou Mi would not be able to write the essence of the movie "Farewell My Concubine", so she should throw these two keywords to Zhou Mi and let him think for himself.

"Brother Zhou, why did Peking Opera have men dress up as male protagonists in the past? Will they really think that they are girls after a long time..."

"Brother Zhou, why do you think stories about brothel beauties and talented men are often mentioned in ancient romance stories..."

Bai Sitian asked several questions, all of which pointed directly to these key words.

Zhou Mi also fell into deep thought after hearing these words.

After a moment, he seemed to have figured out something and said sincerely to Bai Sitian: "When I write it out, I will show it to you first. You are really my muse and you have given me a lot of inspiration."

Bai Sitian said: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it." She was secretly happy in her heart. She knew that as long as this movie was presented completely according to the classic in her previous life, Zhou Mi would definitely be successful.

Zhou Mi felt that the trip was worthwhile and the harvest was huge.

From the first time he met Bai Sitian, this girl brought him surprises every time. She always has so many clever ideas, and I can be inspired by being around her.

By this time, the ingredients were cooked, and Bai Sitian greeted Zhou Mi warmly: "Brother Zhou, don't just talk, eat it while it's hot."

The soup base in the hot pot is tumbling, and the bright red chilies and rich spices blend together, exuding an alluring aroma.

Bai Sitian skillfully picked up a piece of tripe and simmered it in the pot, and reminded Zhou Mi: "Eat the tripe in a few ups and downs, so it tastes better."

Zhou Mi saw Bai Sitian pick up the hairy tripe in the hot pot and move it up and down seven to eight times. He also imitated the hot pot, boiled a piece of hairy tripe and put it in his mouth.

At the first bite, he felt the slightly burnt aroma of the hairy belly skin, which was in sharp contrast to the tenderness inside. The crispy texture surprised him a little.

However, what followed was a strong spicy taste.

The spicy taste spread quickly from his tongue, as if a fire was burning in his mouth. His throat was unbearably spicy and he began to cough, causing his face to turn red.

Bai Sitian quickly handed him the water, then smiled softly and said: "You should try it by putting it in the oil dish. It will not be so spicy after dipping it in the sesame oil in the oil dish."

Zhou Mi listened to the suggestion, and with some hesitation, he blanched a piece of tripe again and gently put it into the oil dish. This time, when the hairy belly was covered with sesame oil, he put it in his mouth again. Then the smoothness of the sesame oil wraps around the tip of the tongue, and the rich aroma spreads in the mouth.

"It's indeed much better." Zhou Mi smiled, his eyes full of joy.

Bai Sitian gave him a variety of ingredients. Each ingredient has its own unique taste, such as the toughness of tripe, the tenderness of duck intestines, the crispness of vegetables, etc. It is really a multi-layered and multi-element food. A feast for the palate.

Zhou Mi fell in love with hot pot.

Bai Sitian suddenly took a colander and asked him if he wanted it. Zhou Mi came back to his senses and took a look. There was a lump of white stuff lying in the colander.

"What is this?" Zhou Mi frowned and asked in confusion.

Bai Sitian replied casually: "Pig brain flower."

Zhou Mi's expression suddenly became a little strange, and he began to back away involuntarily, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"This is really delicious. It's full of protein." Bai Sitian continued to promote her "delicious food" without caring about Zhou's reaction.

Zhou Mi seemed to be frightened. He looked at the cooked brain with resistance, as if it were a little goblin that would jump out and scare people at any time.

Bai Sitian looked at Zhou Mi's reaction and was secretly amused.

She took the brains out and put them into her own bowl, then pretended to amuse Zhou Mou and said, "Watch me eat it, it's really delicious."

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of brain, put it generously into her mouth, and then imitated the appearance in the TV commercial, exaggerating to show her enjoyment of the delicious food.

Zhou Mi was so frightened that he kept staring at her mouth and forgot to breathe.

Bai Sitian took the opportunity to pick up another piece of brain, gently brought it to Zhou Mi's mouth, and said with a smile: "It's really delicious, you should try it too!"

She bet that this man wouldn't dare to eat it.

However, Zhou Mi was beyond her expectation. He bit his chopsticks and put the brain into his mouth. He didn't even dare to chew it and swallowed it directly.