Prehistoric entertainment circle

At exactly 9 o'clock, everyone from Honghuang Media Company gathered in the kitchen.

There are two chefs, one for Tao Tie and one for Yang Jian.The ingredients were prepared and arranged neatly at the hands of the two of them, and there were quite a lot of them.

Both Taotie and Yang Jian were wearing white chef uniforms and chef hats on their heads.

Zhao Gongming has a very casual spirit. He took a large bag of melon seeds, one for everyone, and a convenient plastic round box with melon seeds on the top and shells on the bottom.

So the food was being prepared carefully over there, and the food was being "clicked, clicked, clicked".

Gluttonous caviar sushi is very simple to make, but simplicity cannot achieve shocking and variety effects.So he still has an extremely accurate electronic scale by his hand.

Every piece of sushi that comes out of Taotie’s hands has exactly the same weight on an electronic scale, accurate to two decimal places.

He easily made a copy and put it in front of everyone.

Then continue to make sushi, eat while making, and steal a little cucumber and carrots on the side, and change to a completely different sushi method.

Roll it for a while, hold it for a while, anyway, the weight is exactly the same every time it is produced.

Jian Pingfan ate caviar sushi for the first time.

He took one bite at a time and put them all in his mouth.

As a result, his face was clear for a while, but he didn't know how to evaluate the taste better.After knowing that caviar is very expensive, Jian Pingfan tasted this piece of food that can be called a "luxury" with great anticipation, but after tasting it, he felt that it was not as he imagined... ... so strange.

The caviar on it is not small, it bursts in the mouth, has a special fresh and salty taste, and also has a bit of creamy sweetness that suits Westerners. With the aroma of rice at a suitable temperature, the taste of caviar is fully displayed.

Zhao Gongming, who had a little taste, said from the side: "Not bad."

But Jian Pingfan, who couldn't taste it, felt that the taste seemed to be a little different.

On the other side, Yang Jian was quite calm at first, but after breaking the bean sprouts for the fifth time, his face became gloomy.

The minced chicken needs to pass through the bean sprouts, which is done in a "needle and thread" way.For someone like Yang Jian who is not an ordinary person, the overall difficulty is not too high, even after he is proficient, he can quickly complete this process.

In fact, it doesn't mean that if you can go to the battlefield, you can go to the kitchen, let alone the top-level dishes.

To complete this inlaid bean sprouts, it takes more than one or two points of effort.

He chopped the minced meat very finely, and put it aside, he only selects a little bit at a time, makes it very thin, dips it with a needle and thread, and passes it through the bean sprouts that are still alive.

It can't be broken yet.

A 1.8-meter-long man performed what is called needlework on a chopping board in this restaurant.

The people next to him watched him move like this, and they all had a feeling that they wanted to go up and help him.

An hour later, Yang Jian's place was not half finished.

The curious people, because of gluttonous desire for monopoly, didn't eat much delicious sushi, so they were so bored that they touched Yang Jian's surroundings, imitating Yang Jian's example, and experimented with piercing bean sprouts with minced meat.

They don't need to be on camera, so naturally they don't need to use needles and threads like Yang Jian.

Bai Ze condensed the minced meat into meat needles with one hand, pierced into the bean sprouts, formed a thin line, and melted into the bean sprouts.

As a typical representative of "very artistic" but not "artistic", Kong Xuan chose to twist the minced meat in the bean sprouts for this work.

Even if he twisted it, he twisted a lot together to show his strength.

Poor Bean Sprouts naturally couldn't handle such a violent art, and he ruined so much in just two strokes.Yang Jian next to him was so angry that he shook his hand and destroyed another bean sprout.

Nezha looked at the shredded meat, thought for a while, and found an extra shred in his hand.

It was actually his lotus root.He directly used lotus root silk to thread needles and threads. To be honest, this pure and natural thing belongs to him, and of course he can control it very well.So his work efficiency was actually the highest among the few people present.

Jian Pingfan has no special abilities, and can only use the same needle and thread as Yang Jian.

It took him a while just to thread the thread into the needle.You know, he is not good at this kind of female worker's work at all.But seeing everyone experimenting, he also wanted to play along.

Zhao Gongming was eating melon seeds at the other end, followed by Xiezhi who was sitting and reading law books.As a beast, Xiezhi couldn't eat melon seeds properly, so he basically just grabbed a small handful into his mouth, and then spit out the shell in one breath, which is very good at playing.

Zhao Gongming imitated his appearance once, and actually got into the game.

Hongjun sat there, watching the people bustle and bustle, with a smile on his face.

Gradually, Yang Jian and others got on the right track, and the speed of making bean sprouts became faster and faster.

Concentrated, Jian Pingfan carefully pierced the entire bean sprouts with the needle in his hand. He took out the needle, and the long needle held the thread, and the minced meat on the thread was stuck in the bean sprouts.

After a few times, there was a complete, unattractive shredded pork in the bean sprouts.

Jian Pingfan showed a big smile and showed off to his artists: "I also made a bean sprout."

The few nearby applauded together.

Jian Pingfan is just an ordinary human being!It's amazing.

Encouraged, Jian Pingfan ran to Hongjun with the bean sprouts in his hand, his eyes sparkled, and he showed off, "Boss, look, I made the inlaid bean sprouts, and I succeeded."

Hongjun smiled and said, "Very powerful."

Jian Pingping raised her head and said, "That's right. I'll try the second one. This one is for you."

He put the bean sprouts in front of Hongjun, excitedly returned to the crowd, and continued to make the second bean sprouts.

Hongjun looked down at the inlaid bean sprouts in front of him, turned around a little, and looked carefully.It's ugly, and it's definitely not for sale.Not as good as the caviar sushi that just looked bland.

But he put this one away.

Zhao Gongming glanced at it secretly, feeling deep in his heart: Ah, the sour smell of love.

When Yang Jian officially cooked the pot, finished the inlaid bean sprouts and put them in front of everyone.

Everyone was a little excited, picked up chopsticks and tasted it.

After eating this food that took a lot of time, Jian Pingfan looked indifferent. He wondered if there was something wrong with his sense of taste. Why did he think that the taste of the stuffed bean sprouts was not outstanding?

Zhao Gongming's tongue is as if it has mutated: "Well, the taste is very good."

Jian Pingfan: "..."

Shocked, he took another bite of the bean sprouts in front of him.

It's basically bean sprouts, then chicken, and slightly crunchy.

Then, it's gone.

He really doesn't have the qualifications to be a referee at all, Jian Pingfan thought sadly, he actually felt that the food these two ate today was similar to the good-tasting cafeteria meal in normal times.

There is no help. There is no help.

Beside Hongjun looked at Jian Pingfan who was shaking his head and couldn't figure it out, and smiled and ate his portion of inlaid bean sprouts.

Thank them for coming to the kitchen to gather after dinner.This keeps them from starving to death on so little food.This is the end of the cooking test session, and the filming will officially start tomorrow, and the otters will come over early tomorrow morning to film the six artists.

After a few people experimented with the kitchen and photographed the food to be made, they disbanded on the spot.

Jian Pingfan and Hongjun walked back to their room together.

The elevator was much slower than the company's elevator that flew up to hundreds of floors. Standing in the elevator, Hongjun asked Jian Pingfan: "Does it taste bad?"

Jian Pingping hesitated for a moment: "Probably because I think it's not as good as I imagined."

"I think it's pretty good." Hongjun smiled, "It mainly depends on the atmosphere and who you eat with."

Jian Pingfan thought of the scene when he saw Hongjun alone in Zixiao Palace, occupying the entire palace to handle the work, his heart was very uncooperative, and he twitched: "Ah, yes, it is lively when there are many people eating."

"From then on, the manager is welcome to invite me to dinner one day. It's not like I always invite the manager." Hongjun said.

The elevator reached the third floor and opened after a ding-dong.

Hongjun went out first and walked towards his room. Jian Pingfan paused behind him, and then followed quickly.

He looked at Hongjun's back: "If the boss doesn't mind, I can often invite the boss to have dinner together in the future."

Hongjun didn't turn around: "Of course I don't mind."

"Did the boss often eat with others before?" Jian Pingfan asked this question, feeling that he was not precise enough, and he added, "I mean, a long, long time ago, at the beginning of the prehistoric stage."

When the room arrived, Hongjun swiped his card and opened the door.

He stood at the door and turned his head to look at Jian Pingfan: "The beginning stage of Honghuang. We basically don't eat at ordinary times."

Jian Pingfan: "..."

He almost forgot that it was only an ordinary mortal like him who needed three meals a day.

"But I often invite someone to drink and drink tea." Hongjun smiled, his black eyes sparkling, "It's just that he kept rejecting me, until one day, he walked away from me completely without looking back."

Listening to these words, Jian Pingfan always felt that Hongjun meant something.

Does this person mean simplicity?

Hongjun pointed to the room next to him: "The chatting topic is over, go to bed early."

Jian Pingfan looked at Hongjun, opened his mouth, hesitated for two seconds, and asked, "Is it simple?"

"Yes." Hongjun didn't hide anything, "I thought he understood me best, but later I found out that he really understands me best, and it turns out that I don't understand myself."

"Huh?" Jian Pingfan didn't understand.

"It's time for you to invite me to lunch tomorrow." Hongjun brought the topic back to eating.

Jian Pingfan: "..."

Without saying a word, he helped Hongjun close the door.

Given so many puzzles, I still want to invite myself to dinner.

eat himself.

Ah.