[Entertainment] You are so sweet

A few days later, it was the day when "Star Journey" officially started filming. Wen Zixuan sat quietly in the auditorium of the Grand Theatre, hearing the director's roar, and still kept a proper smile on his face.

"Don't you guys know how to get out early! Where is this place? This is the Anning Zone, where even if you don't go to work, you still squeeze meatloaf underground, and the ground is jammed to the place where you want to die! I'll give you another half an hour, and if you don't get there, get out of here Go back!" After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, "I'm still the 'Four Little Flowers', what quality, sooner or later I will kill myself."

The two field managers sitting next to Wen Zixuan glanced at the director who had just finished yelling, and whispered, "I thought Director Wang would drop the phone."

"How is it possible? Hehe, it's not that you don't know that Director Wang is famous for being 'strict with his wife'. I still remember the last time when Dao Wang was so angry that he almost dropped his sunglasses, it happened that his wife came to bring him a meal. Just look at each other, and Director Wang's anger should not dissipate too quickly." After the scene manager finished speaking, he smiled embarrassingly.

"But he really has a good relationship, and Director Wang's reputation is quite good in the circle. Although he is strict, he never messes around." He nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Wen Zixuan raised the corners of his lips indistinctly, he knew that Director Wang was "strictly controlling his wife".

He was only six years old at that time, and Director Wang took care of him a lot in the crew. Director Wang's wife, surnamed Zhu, often came to visit the set. I also tasted Aunt Zhu's good craftsmanship several times.

"The prop artist gets ready first, and the actors who are in place go to the backstage to change their costumes first. Where is the makeup artist? Where is the makeup artist?" Director Wang's voice tended to become louder again.

Fortunately, after the makeup artist heard it, he hurriedly stuffed the breakfast into his mouth, and replied vaguely, "This, this!"

"Okay, we'll talk after you finish eating." The make-up artist is a young girl, but her ability is first-rate, even if she is a little bit out of the way, Director Wang couldn't help laughing when she saw her puffing her cheeks.

Wen Zixuan's clothes are simple, but there are several sets, and they all tend to be clean, refreshing and gentle.

A light-colored shirt, pants with a good shape and a very comfortable material, a jacket with a more casual style, and a pair of half-rim glasses.

The hairstyle still needs a little care, but under Wen Zixuan's overall adjustment, his temperament fits well with the psychiatrist.

As soon as he walked out, he successfully attracted everyone on the set. Director Wang came over and patted Wen Zixuan on the shoulder boldly, "You became a young man in a blink of an eye. Taller than me, not bad, not bad!"

Wen Zixuan smiled modestly, and said from the bottom of his heart, "No matter how old you are, you are still your junior. You are the one who will grow old and strong."

"Haha, I'm getting more and more talkative." Director Wang was delighted by Wen Zixuan's words, "Go over there and put on your makeup."

Wen Zixuan nodded, and walked steadily in the direction pointed by Wang Daozhi.

The few who worked hard with Director Wang still had an impression of Wen Zixuan, so they were not too surprised by Director Wang's attitude.

The rest of the crew were also good people. Seeing how familiar Director Wang and Wen Zixuan were, they weighed it up in their hearts, not daring to underestimate this newcomer who was airborne in their eyes.

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"President, this is Sheng Tang Family's new quarterly financial report."

The file was picked up by a man with graceful hands, and the secretary stood quietly and waited.

Anning District is not only the center of City A, but also gathers major leading enterprises, a veritable core business circle. The headquarters of Shengtang Family in Country C is located here. Sheng Jingyu signed it and handed it to the station The secretary across the table immediately asked, "Is there anything else?"

"The pastry chef who arrived in City A with you this time has been arranged properly. The manager of the personnel department will report to you later on the details. You have a meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. If there are no special arrangements, I will notify you later. "The secretary said in a flat voice, his expressionless face seemed a little out of tune with the jumping colors of Sheng Jingyu's office.

"That's how it is. I'm going to the store with Andrea this afternoon. Let's go together." Sheng Jingyu helped her forehead when she thought of Andrea's lack of talent at all and her squishy Chinese.

"I understand." After speaking, the secretary with a paralyzed face signaled slightly, turned and left the office.

Andrea was Sheng Jingyu's classmate when she was studying dessert making in France. Although she was not French, she was still so romantic that Sheng Jingyu was ashamed. The romantic partner was the secretary with facial paralysis, Min Rui, a friend of his elder brother Sheng Jingrui.

Arriving at the store in the afternoon, as expected by Sheng Jingyu, the moment she saw Min Rui, Andrea was so excited that she almost dropped her white tall hat on the ground, quickly put down the mounting device in her hand, with a bright smile on her face, The blond hair and blue eyes instantly killed a group of dessert chefs who were watching and studying.

Sheng Jingyu nodded to Min Rui, walked into the locker room, ready to take over the task of Andrea.

As for Andrea, a crooked nut who has no friends to love, Sheng Jingyu said, thank you for ignoring me, please continue your "since I met Rui, I can no longer get all of my favorite desserts." 'Don't take the chance to poison my ears.

Every time I need him to help correct the Chinese confession that I put together and think it is full of love, he is really enough!

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"Macarons, also called French biscuits, are not difficult to make in desserts, but it is not necessary to be delicate and delicate. The most basic requirement is a smooth surface without pits. The lace skirt should be beautiful, and the oven The temperature must be adjusted properly, which is crucial to the final taste." Fu Yi'an lightly sifted the ground mixed almond rice and icing sugar.

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"Actually, I believe that everyone is more proficient in this dessert, and the grasp of the heat should be more precise. Everyone else has done it quite perfectly." Sheng Jingyu said with a gentle smile, "Can you help me taste the creation just now?"

Bewildered by Sheng Jingyu's exquisite smile, the young dessert chef foolishly took the macaron handed over by Sheng Jingyu, took a bite of it, and said excitedly after a while, "It tastes great, the softness of the cream and the crispness of the skin are just right !"

When Yuren heard such a high evaluation, he hesitated for a moment, and picked up the macarons that were neatly placed on the plate. After entering the mouth, all of them showed expressions of surprise, and the only bit of dissatisfaction left in their hearts Also disappear invisible.