Entertainment industry summer job

◎Who is the child? ? ◎

After mixing the ingredients and returning to the homestay, at four o'clock, the two of them changed their clothes and took a rest, and went to the kitchen together to prepare the dishes.

The program group arranged that the kitchen of the homestay is quite spacious, with four or five front light cameras on the stove.

The staff put a box of rice and a box of noodles on the cooking table in advance, and the two placed the rest of the ingredients on the cooking table in turn.

"Eat rice?" Ying also mentioned rice.

"No no~~." Lucky shook his head, reached out to take the rice and put it on the shelf beside him: "Noodles?"

"Eat." Fake Southerners who don't eat rice live up to their name.

"I'll knead the dough first and wake up the dough."

"I'll wash the dishes."

The two were not in a hurry, they had an orderly division of labor, and the degree of acquaintance with each other was once speculated by the audience whether they often cook together after the show was broadcast.

Lucky kneaded the dough, cut the dough, pulled the strips, greased them, put them in a basin, and covered them: "Sure, if you don't have enough time to wake up for a while, I guess it won't affect the taste."

Fortunately, Ying, who made the noodles, had already washed and picked all the ingredients.

"Hey, it's all done, Mr. Ying is really smooth at work."

Ying also raised a kitchen knife to fight the dead chicken.

"Hey." Seeing his ferocious aura, Lucky was worried for a moment that the cutting board would not be safe: "Mr. Ying, please don't touch me to chop the chicken, you can chop other vegetables."

"Oh." Ying Ye put down the kitchen knife expressionlessly, and turned his eyes to Lucky: "I can dissect it, don't you want to try?"

"Go back and talk about it, go back and talk about it."

"It's okay, I'll cook other dishes."

As the dusk gradually rises in the ancient town, the last ray of clouds in the sky disappears.In the kitchen, the smell of smoke, the smell of rice, and the sound of pots and pans mingled together, and floated out of the courtyard wall. A little cat jumped onto the blue tiles on the wall, stared straight at the kitchen, and walked back and forth for a few steps. Then he disappeared into the night with a light leap.

Zheng Yue and his party came from the same pondering.

"It smells so good!" Zhou Wenyun exclaimed before entering the door.

Fang Zhe probed his head: "Teacher, is your meal ready?"

"Almost, another noodle, are you done?" Lucky stirred the pot with long chopsticks: "Teacher Liang Shui Ying."

Ying also took a bowl of cold water and poured it into the pot, and the boiling noodle soup calmed down.

"Yes, we would like to invite you to have dinner together."

"One ~ block ~ ah ~" Lucky draws a long tone to observe Ying Ye's reaction.

"Do you have any staple food? The noodles we made may not be enough for eight people." Ying also responded.

"We have steamed rice, it must be enough." Fang Zhe said.

"The noodles are out of the pot." Lucky fished out the noodles and put them in the ice water basin, took off the apron: "Okay, you go back first, the noodles will cool down for a while."

"We'll be waiting for you in the yard."

After sending Zhou Wenyun and Fang Zhe away, the noodles were almost cold, so Ying also fished out the noodles and turned them over with a colander to control the moisture and put them in a porcelain basin.The casserole makes a "pop" sound, and the lid of the hot pot shakes. Fortunately, the fire is turned off and the casserole is taken from the stove. When the lid is opened, the golden oily yellow chicken can arouse people's appetite at a glance.

Lucky scooped up a spoonful of soup to taste the saltiness: "Dan, Mr. Ying, try it."

Ying also stretched out his head and took a sip: "It's not flavorful enough, add some salt."

The two tasted the dishes and seasoned them as if there was no one else around.

- They both use a spoon!

As the two CP fans, the female choreographer became more and more numb.

"Xiao Zhang, are you okay?" the assistant director asked.

"They both use the same spoon." The female choreographer's mouth was faster than her brain, she covered her mouth and shook her head: "What's the matter."

—Oh my god, why did you say what was on your mind?

"It's not normal for a good brother to use a spoon?" The director expressed his confusion.

After dinner, night fell, and the faint blue moonlight sprinkled from the sky.

The last link is the reserved link of the program group, which shows the place to go in the next episode by showing a certain ceremony.

"Cover your eyes?" The staff brought a black cloth strip.

"That's right, because it's a surprise." The director explained.

"It's divine."

Lucky took the cloth strip and handed it to Ying Ye.The eight people covered their eyes and were led to the town square by the staff.

"Hush." ​​Lucky's nose twitched, "What a scent of pine."

"That's right, it's rosin." The cloth strips were opaque, so Ying also stretched out his hand to grab a handful, and twirled lightly with his fingertips: "Sawdust?"

In the center of the ancient town square stands a tower made of bricks, stones and tiles with a height of about eight meters. Pine logs, firewood and straw piles are stacked around the tower.

"Can I take it off now?" Zheng Yue asked with a raised voice.

"Okay, everyone, please remove the cover."

"Wow, what is this?" Zheng Yue was the first to question Fanta when he saw Fanta, and he ran to Fanta pretendingly: "Director, what are you doing?"

He glanced at Lucky.

Lucky saw that Panta's expression didn't seem to change at all, instead he was talking to Ying Ye naturally: "Mr. Ying, look, Burning Panta, it seems that the next stop of the program group is Lingnan."

Ying also caught the worry flashing in his eyes.

— Nima, which idiot came up with the idea?

Ying Ye raised his eyebrows slightly - don't worry, you should be fine.

"Mr. Lucky is very right. The building standing in front of everyone is the Pan Tower. Burning the Pan Tower is a traditional program in Lingnan Mid-Autumn Festival culture. The higher the flame rises, the more auspicious and festive it is! The program team burned it at the foot of Mount Qingcheng this time. Fan Tayi made a preview that the next episode of the show will be filmed in Lingnan, and more importantly, he hopes that the ratings of our "Underworld" will be booming! Thousands of people are empty!"

The director gave a generous speech, and the square burst into applause.

Fortunately, he clapped his hands perfunctorily, and the good intentions of the program group could not dispel his desire to win at the moment and just walk away.

"Thank you, thank you everyone." Lucky smiled to express his gratitude to the onlookers, the camera, and the staff.

The staff brought eight long-pole torches and handed them over to the guests.

"Next, please come forward and light the Panta."

"Okay!" The crowd of onlookers applauded.

The guests walked to Fanta with torches in hand and threw the torches into the hole reserved at the bottom of the tower.Pine wood and straw are all flammable products, and immediately "crackled" and burned when they encountered an open flame. Fortunately, Ying also stepped back three meters away.

The flames climbed all the way inside the tower, and the flames soared into the sky, and the entire square was wrapped in a strong golden red.The staff kept adding pine grass clippings to the tower, and the sparks aroused by this were scattered in all directions, and the fire trees and golden flowers bloomed in the dark night sky.

"Too beautiful!"

"So beautiful!"

"Awesome! Make it more prosperous! Make it more prosperous!"

Enthusiasm, cheers, excitement, all the heightened emotions are burning more and more with the panta.

Ying Ye was dizzy, his heart rhythm was disordered, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He clenched his hands tightly and stepped back in small steps.Ying Ye's movements were all in Zheng Yue's eyes, he sneered and continued to mobilize the atmosphere: "Director! It's so beautiful to add more fire! Huh~~~~!"

A solid figure appeared in front of Ying Ye, blocking him from the flames.

"Mr. Lucky."

"Hide the children behind me, let them make trouble for a while and then retreat."

"Yeah." Ying Ye lowered his eyes, calming down his flustered heart.

"Hey Momo, are you sleeping?"

Back at the residence, Ying was lucky enough to be pushed into the bathroom to wash up. He went around twice in and out of his room to ensure that all the cameras had been removed.

go.

"No, I received a bunch of endorsement invitations today and I'm helping you with the review. How are you having fun with the kids?"

"Happy with a hammer."

Lucky's tone was obviously displeased.

"Who messed with you, sir?"

"Next time, any activities, variety shows, live broadcasts, and platforms will not accept any hidden content."

"Hidden content? Is there hidden content in "Eating and Shopping"? There was no hidden content when I signed the contract."

"Yes, there wasn't originally, but they made a hidden surprise in the last link. I can't even shake my face if it's just blessings."

"Is the blessing not good? The blessing makes you angry? Master?" Mel put down the pen and paper, a little confused.

"You know what they do? Girl? Burning panta, they burn panta in front of children!"

"Damn! Who would have such a bad idea!" Mel was afraid of the fire when he thought of Ying, and asked, "Is it okay to be small?"

"I'm fine now, Bing..."

"Don't be cruel to Sister Mel, it has nothing to do with Sister Mel." Ying also walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, his eyes dimmed as if he had been shocked.

"No, no, I don't dare to be cruel to my aunt." Lucky's tone changed sharply.

Mel rolled his eyes: "Okay, you two go to bed early, see you back in Beijing tomorrow."

Rest is not part of tonight's luck.

The moon hangs high in the night sky like a cat's claw.

Under the blue moonlight, the distant mountains are like ink and illusions, and the outlines of the undulating mountains can be vaguely seen.

The fragrance from the flowers, plants and trees in the mountains and forests floats into the house, mixed with the fragrance of China Nan, which is so rich that it is breathless.

Lucky lay on the bed quietly watching Ying Ye who had fallen asleep, his brows stretched out, his breathing light and even, like a child.

"Sleep, sleep, how can I rest assured if you don't sleep?"

Lucky muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he pulled the quilt over his body to sleep.

"Kids, kids."

Ying also talked in his sleep.

"Child?" Lucky lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to Ying Ye's bedside and listened.

"Child, is that you?"

"is it you?"

"Don't go, don't go."

"Child?" Lucky had never heard Ying mention someone named Kid.

I don't know what kind of stimulation I received in the dream, and Ying was also emotional. He stretched out his hands in the air and scratched, his voice changed from raving to shouting: "Don't go! Don't go! Boy! Come back!"

"Do not!!"

Ying also let out a loud wail, and then woke up from the dream.

The corners of his eyes were red, he was panting heavily, grabbed onto Lucky, and begged, "Son! Don't go, don't go, I beg you."

"Ying Ye Ying Ye, it's me, I'm here."

Lucky wrapped Ying Ye's arms in an attempt to help him regain his sanity.

"You? Is it you? Are you lucky? Isn't it?" Ying Ye stared blankly, repeatedly confirming the identity of the person in front of him.

"Yes, it's me, don't worry I'm here." Lucky hugged Ying Ye and patted him on the back: "I'll always be here."

"It's nothing but a dream, I will soon forget it, don't even think about it."

"Touching your head won't scare you, touching your ears will scare you for a while, it's all right."

Fortunately, he used all the things his mother used to coax him when he was a child to coax Ying Ye.

Ying also took a deep breath, and the darkness and moonlight were sucked into his body together.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Lucky, are you okay? We heard a lot of movement in your house."

Director's voice.

"I'll handle it."

Lucky went to the entrance and turned on the corridor light, took off the anti-theft chain and opened the door. There were a dozen or so people standing in the corridor, all of them poking their heads.

"Sorry to disturb your rest."

"Are you all right, teacher? There was a lot of noise just now." Zheng Yue's tone was concerned, and if something happened to Ying, he would have lost the fun.

"It's nothing, Teacher Ying is just having a nightmare, please worry about it, everyone, go back to sleep."

"Okay, you can call whenever you need something."

"Let's go."

"Go back to sleep."

Flicking around the crowd, and lucky to return to the room, Ying also picked up the incense box and put it in front of his nose and took a deep breath.

He squatted in front of Ying Ye and raised his head and asked, "What did you dream about, kid?"

Ying also shook his head: "I don't remember, I seem to be very vague, did you hear what I shouted?"

"I didn't hear clearly." Lucky denied it.

Ying Ye, who had inhaled too much of the aroma of Qinan, was swollen and drowsy. He lay down on the bed, and luckily helped him cover the quilt and turn off the porch light: "Don't worry, sleep, I'll be fine with me."

Ying also closed his eyes.

Lucky patted Ying Ye's quilt lightly, and he didn't return to his bed until he heard even breathing again.

—Children?Who is Kid?