I came back from farming Tianwen and became popular in the entertainment industry

Everyone came to the place where the program team had already set up a meal. There were five tables in total, and the basic seasonings were already set up on each table, waiting for the guests to get started.

The program group also thoughtfully set up the auditorium, and there are no absentees on the two rows of chairs. Most of the local residents are curious to watch the scene of the stars cooking on TV.

The potato skins in the bamboo basket on the other side are still covered with soil, and their fate has been handed over to the guests, whether they are fried, steamed, or cold.

It depends on their own ideas.

Each of the five placed their own potatoes on the table and waited for the director to announce the rules.

The director sat aside with his own small plastic bench, and put the small speaker to his mouth: "According to the rules of the competition, the total production time is 45 minutes, and the three winners in the last round will get 5 minutes of extra time."

Zhong Le felt that the extra 5 minutes for the director team was a bit short, but it didn't matter, as long as he was serious about making delicious potatoes.

Xue Ze on the other side asked again: "Director, is there any punishment for losing?"

Director: "Confidential, it will be announced after the game."

Unknown punishment is often the most frustrating, and Zhong Le hopes that he can play to his own level smoothly.

"Okay everyone, the timer starts."

Zhong Le picked up a few big potatoes on the table and prepared to wash them aside so that they could be peeled better.

The water facilities here are not like those in the city where you can sense the water directly by stretching your hand over it. The program team only connected a water pipe on the ground, and you have to open the water tank yourself if you need it.

Wu Ge followed him, Zhong Le thought that the other party's back was not good, so he offered to help Wu Ge, and squatted down to wash himself.

After washing it and handing it to the other party, he saw Song Yiqing who was also standing beside him holding potatoes and frowning.

Zhong Le couldn't figure it out, Song Yiqing was clearly a three-gold actor, why did he come to participate in this rural variety show?

Isn't this just to make him feel uncomfortable?

"Give me yours too." Zhong Le said to Song Yiqing.

Song Yiqing shook his head; "I'll do it myself."

Seeing that Song Yiqing refused, Zhong Le returned to his seat with his washed clothes.

Zhong Lexuan's position was closest to the auditorium, so close that he could hear the evaluation of him from the audience.

"My daughter doesn't like this young man the most!"

"What's the matter with this young man? He looks very upright. You didn't see him helping others just now. He is very polite!"

"Tsk, you don't understand, it's all just pretending! My daughter said, this man acts like a facial paralysis, he can't do anything, so he just goes through the back door!"

"Hey, that's very annoying!"

Zhong Le thought that he was immune to these words, but he never heard them face to face again, and his heart still felt sore.

When he was about to peel potatoes with a knife, he was even in a trance.

But it doesn't matter, after participating in this variety show, he will quit the circle, farm hard, and then become a little rich man, living his little life with peace of mind.

After Song Yi washed the potatoes, he originally planned to come over to see what Zhong Le was doing, but he was really impressed by the culinary skills that this person showed the day before the recording of the show.

But he never expected to hear the evaluation of Zhong Le from the audience.

This person is usually so soft every day, can he stand up to these evaluations?

Song Yiqing didn't expect that his first thought would be this. He came to the other party with his potatoes, but found that Zhong Le's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

"Zhong Le."

Song Yiqing called out his name and took the knife in his hand into his hand,

This person obviously cared about the comments from the audience, "What are you going to do with the potatoes?" Song Yiqing said this to divert his attention.

When Zhong Le felt that there was someone standing beside him, he was trying to control his lost emotions.

Obviously, when I saw the black comments at the beginning, and when I heard others denying myself, this didn't happen.

"Just do the easiest thing."

Zhong Le forced the corners of his mouth to raise his head and smiled at Song Yiqing.

Song Yiqing said "oh", patted him on the shoulder, put the knife on the cutting board and returned to his seat.

Zhong Le picked up the knife again, he thought maybe it was because Tian Tian was not around.

So, when can Tiantian come back?

While thinking this way, Zhong Le dropped a knife on the potato, and the big potato was cut in half.

After thinking about many cuisines in his head, Zhong Le finally decided to make mashed potatoes.

As the saying goes, the simplest ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.

You only need to cut the potatoes into slices, steam them with water on the shelf, and finally add seasonings and mash them into a puree.

On the other side, the kitchen killer Yue Keke, in order to reduce the damage to the surroundings during the cooking process, directly washed the potatoes and put them in the water in the pot to boil.

Xue Ze wanted to fry a portion of shredded potatoes, but found that there was no kitchen utensils around for him to shred, so he finally settled for the next best thing and chose fried potato chips.

Wu Ge saw both Zhong Le and Yue Keke put potatoes into the pot of water, so he finally learned to put sliced ​​potatoes in like they did.

As for Song Yiqing, that person was still thinking about what he was going to do with these potatoes.

After all, Song Yingdi hasn't cooked his own food for many years.

Looking at the few people who have already started to work, throw the potatoes directly into the pot and cook them. After cooking, the white potatoes will not look good. Throw the potatoes into the pot and fry them. If he burns the potatoes himself, it will be even worse. Not good looking.

Thinking of this, Song Yiqing decided to make cold potatoes, which are both good-looking and delicious. The key point is that the potatoes decorated with peppers are really good-looking!

After Xue Ze cut the potatoes, he wanted to see the progress of the others, but found that the four of them had thrown the potatoes into the pot and boiled them.

Is it possible that boiled potatoes are better than fried ones?

Xue Ze didn't believe it, so he poured the potato sticks he had cut into the pot, and fried them with a spatula before he found out.

He forgot to drain the oil.

Standing next to him, Wu Ge smelled a smell of paste, so he leaned over to have a look. It turned out that Xue Ze had forgotten to drain the oil.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you."

"Okay Senior Wu!"

Before Xue Ze participated in a variety show, he had seen it popularized by his agent. Wu Ge often posted photos of his own food on social platforms.

So he confidently handed over the potatoes in his pot to Wu Ge.

"Oh! It's my fault that I'm old and dim-sighted. I put it in pepper oil! It's all because the prepared rapeseed oil and pepper oil look too similar!"

"what!?"

Xue Ze hurried forward, and immediately smelled a choking smell of prickly ash.

Song Yiqing sneezed silently and moved away from the two people next to him, Yue Keke also kept the principle of staying away without touching the kitchen and silently took a step to the side.

Zhong Le thought that the potatoes in his pot would have to be steamed for a while, and wanted to come over to see if the potatoes in Xue Ze's pot were still alive.

Wu Ge covered his nose and stepped aside, watching what tricks Zhong Le, who had come to help, could come up with.

But when he saw that the pot had turned into a ball of black potatoes, Zhong Le said politely: "Xue Ze, I suggest you cook another one."

"It's only 15 minutes, can I?" Xue Ze sighed with his hips crossed.

"It should be fine." Zhong Le said, "You cut the potatoes into thin slices and fry them, and they will be ready soon."

When he heard the words "thin, it will be ready soon", Song Yiqing quickly looked at the thickness of the potato slices he had cut. It was indeed a bit thick, but he was afraid that his hands would be hurt if he cut them thin.

Xue Ze obviously had the same thoughts as him: "It's too thin and I'm afraid I'll cut it."

"Lele, can you cut it for me? I remember that you were very good at cooking before!"

Zhong Le smiled at him: "I'm sorry, no, it's a foul if I help you."

Xue Ze sighed: "Okay." Then he asked: "What is the result of your potatoes?"

Zhong Le: "Mashed potatoes."

"Eh? I thought you were going to make a potato dinner!"

Wu Ge, who pretended to be watching the potatoes in his pot, was also surprised that Zhong Le was only making mashed potatoes.

In his opinion, can someone eat something that has no salt or taste?

Zhong Le smiled: "There is no big meal, only the simplest meal of mashed potatoes."

"Why?" Xue Ze continued to ask, "Why did you choose to make mashed potatoes?"

He intends to stir-fry potato chips, the more flavorful the better.

"Because not everyone likes to eat delicious delicacies from mountains and seas. Sometimes what people need is the taste that they can't forget for a long time in their memory."

This is what he concluded from going through so many worlds in books, just like himself, when he hasn't eaten good food for a long time, getting a bowl of white rice can make him happy for a long time.

The dry city has a dry climate and the land conditions are very bad, but the people living in this place are often tough and know how to endure hardship.

So the so-called delicacies of mountains and seas may not be as good as the simplest mashed potatoes in front of them.

Xue Ze was surprised by what Zhong Le said.

So much so that he directly doubted Zhong Le's character design. Isn't this person always following the idiot black and red route?Suddenly uttering such a sentence, it is difficult for people not to suspect that the director gave this person the script in advance.

How could Zhong Le say such a thing.

Wu Ge also had the same doubts. If Zhong Le's words were edited and released, he would definitely win a lot of goodwill. Did Zhong Le's team find that the idiot was not easy to leave, and changed the course for this young master?

Zhong Le, who had no idea what other people were thinking in his heart, returned to his seat, tried his own potato chips with chopsticks, and showed two dimples in satisfaction, which was just right in softness.

So I took out the steamed potato chips, put them in a bowl, added seasonings and started mashing them.

In the end, Zhong Le, who finished everything, coincided with the director's ending time just right.

The director raised his small horn again: "Guests, the time is over, please come to the audience with your final product."

"Let's introduce our finished products starting from the first Wu Ge."

According to the order, the first is Wu Ge, the second is Xue Ze, after that is Song Yiqing and Yue Keke, and the last is Zhong Le.

Wu Ge removed the lid covering his own plate, revealing his finished product.

The moment Xue Ze saw Wu Ge's finished product, his eyes widened in surprise. It was the same mashed potatoes as Zhong Le!

Wu Ge showed a smile on his face: "Everyone, what I made is a simple mashed potato. I think that instead of making this food fancy and losing its original taste, it is better to directly preserve its most original taste. When people taste it, the first thing they think of is our Hancheng!"

This sentence caused the audience below to applaud again and again, and Yue Keke continued to applaud: "You really deserve to be Senior Wu!"

Hearing Wu Ge's words, Xue Ze almost failed to manage his facial expressions in front of the camera this time.

These words and what Zhong Le said to him are simply changing the soup but not the medicine!

Zhong Le felt a little puzzled when he heard this, but when he talked with Xue Ze, Wu Ge should not have been by his side, it must have just been a coincidence.

Xue Ze rolled his eyes silently when he lowered his head to pick up his finished product, thinking of Wu Ge putting pepper oil in his pot before.

This man is really an old fox with really good ears. He deliberately sprinkled pepper oil here, and directly stole Zhong Le's idea.

It's simply disrespectful.