I really just want to retire

The whispering voices suddenly stopped, and a person came in at the gate. He didn't look too young, but it wasn't Chen Mingyuan, he looked like a member of the team.

He shot around, and then said: "All artist friends, come with me!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. After a short period of silence around him, he became restless, whispering to each other without knowing what he was talking about.

Qi Haoyan, who was chattering just now, was stupefied for a moment and then started babbling again. He whispered to Fu Zizhan, "What do you mean? Let's go together, don't you call one by one? This is the first time I have encountered such an audition , a group performance? Can you see it?"

The expression on Fu Zizhan's face did not change, he was very calm: "Follow up and take a look."

After finishing speaking, he was about to follow the flow of people to the direction of everyone's movement. Cai Hu stopped him behind him: "Be serious! Don't be nervous! Although Director Chen is strict, he is actually quite kind!"

Tong Da, Qi Haoyan's manager, also patted Qi Haoyan on the shoulder, and everything was revealed in the meeting of eyes.

The two are like old parents at home. They are sending their two children to the college entrance examination. One is worried on the surface, and the other is worried.

Xiao Qi made a gesture of cheering on the side: "Come on, Brother Fu! Come on, Brother Qi!"

Oh……

In addition to the old parents, there is also a younger brother in the family. The population is very prosperous and full of masculinity!

It's just that the two who were sent off didn't show any nervousness at all, one was calm and the other was curious, Yazi who didn't need to worry at all.

Originally, it was relatively far away from the door over there in the corner, and because of the delay, Fu Zizhan and Qi Haoyan, who was beside him with his head up in curiosity, fell directly to the back of the line.

The audition team was huge, at least there were more than [-] people.

The staff member just said to let artist friends go, and there were a lot of escorts staying in the spacious hall, and the two followed the tail of the team with the curious eyes of the detained people all the way.

A group of people walked through a long corridor in twos and threes, like students finishing get out of class, and turned east and west into a large open space.

A row of tables was set up in the open space, with various ingredients, knives, and stoves on the tables. The people who were handing over joints just now became quiet in an instant.

After Fu Zizhan and Qi Haoyan walked around the people blocking their view and saw the scene in front of them clearly...

"..."

"???"

What kind of big chef recruitment scene is this?Or the scene of the New Oriental final exam?

Anyway, no scene looks like an audition scene.

But there were several cameras set up around, and it was obvious that this was the audition scene.

The corners of Fu Zizhan's eyes twitched slightly, and Hanhan's younger brother had already moved closer to him, his voice was so low that only he could hear it, "Do you think Director Chen and the others are hungry?"

Otherwise, how could you do such a thing.

Fu Zizhan: "..."

"Not really."

A big director still thought that they couldn't eat at this point, and from what he knew, the guy next to him didn't touch the sun at all, and the things he made might not be eaten by ghosts.

While the artists and friends were guessing wildly, a staff member shouted with a loudspeaker: "Those who audition for Lu Yingzhuo and Cui Shi choose their own positions."

When Fu Zizhan heard the voice, his ears twitched. Lu Yingzhuo was the role he was going to audition for. It was an extremely complicated role. Not only was he good at cooking, but his skills were also superb. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to use a kitchen knife as a weapon.

It seems that this is going to be a hard test.

But this Cui Shi... is very interesting.

How could Fu Zizhan, who has read the script several times, not know the role of Cui Shi? If Lu Yingzhuo is the king on the cutting board, then Cui Shi is the vegetable chicken on the cutting board.

After hanging out in the back kitchen with a special mission for a while, there is a plot where Cui Shi almost blows up the kitchen.

Is letting Cui Shi go up to test his ability to fry the kitchen?

The director is very good at playing!

……

After the staff member yelled through the loudspeaker, some people in the crowd started to walk towards that side. It is very important for a group of people to try their positions together, and the C position will always attract more attention.

Fu Zizhan and the others were standing on the side of the crowd. When he left, someone had already occupied the middle position. He walked towards the farthest position. He had just taken two or three steps when a familiar voice sounded behind him: "Wait a minute. I, Brother Fu"

Fu Zi beheaded and turned his head: "You try...Cui Shi?"

Qi Haoyan smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes, are you surprised?"

Fu Zizhan rolled his eyes and said, "No, it suits you quite well."

According to the character set of Cui Shi's Fried Kitchen, ghosts would probably not eat the things he made, so it just happened to be his true colors.

But Cui Shi is not a good-looking character, with scars on his face and dark skin, the script says...

Fierce with naivety.

Except for Han and Zakitchen, none of them matched the person in front of him, so Fu Zizhan didn't think about it at all.

Qi Haoyan smiled and followed Fu Zizhan to the two positions on the far side.

On the right side of Fu Zizhan stood Qi Haoyan, and on the left stood an unknown artist. He looked quite young, but he didn't know him, but the other party seemed to know him.

His eyes were full of danger and alertness, and he looked at the table with a very serious expression, and he was very ready for battle. I didn't know that he thought he was going to fight with others on the battlefield.

Fu Zizhan took a look and then looked away. He somehow felt that this person was a good match for Cai Hu. The two looked so similar that they were carved out of the same mold. If they didn't look alike at all, he would have thought they were separated. Brothers for many years.

"It's started now, you can do it yourself!", the staff member with the trumpet shouted again.

He had just finished speaking when there were rustling sounds all around.

Fu Zizhan closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, his opened eyes seemed to be a different person, with a worldly indifference in them.

A white radish was picked up from the chopping board and turned around in the palm of the hand. The peeling action was like a machine, and each piece of skin that fell into the trash can was like pasting and copying, so perfect that there was no flaw at all.

This is one of Lu Yingzhuo's labels, obsessive-compulsive disorder is close to pathological.

After the peeled white radish was put in the pot, another carrot was picked up, and everything seemed to go back to a minute ago, and all the movements were perfectly replicated. The only difference was that the color of the carrot in the hand changed.

After a while, there was a uniform sound from the chopping board between the hand and the knife. The ups and downs of the sound were like a beautiful movement, or...

What signal is it sending.

The knife fell, and two piles of shredded radishes were neatly placed on the chopping board, as if they had been measured, and then they were replaced by a pair of big hands.

The red and white shreds of radish rolled in the water are intertwined, just like the entanglement of cinnabar moles and white moonlight. The collision of poles and poles indicates different psychology.

A variety of seasonings were added to the clean basin, and the wooden chopsticks were stirred in the iron basin. The original white and dark red were added with other colors.

A plate of cold shredded radish was placed in an empty place on the table, and the person who looked at it had a smile on his lips, which meant nothing.

When he raised his head again, the indifference in his eyes was swept away, and he was a young man who was indifferent and Buddhist, and the aura around him became peaceful as far as the naked eye could see.

Fu Zizhan glanced at the staff member. There were only a few people sitting there, and Director Chen was not there at all. It seemed that he really wanted to test everyone's basic skills.

A person who feels good about himself is free and easy, he has completed it seriously, and the rest is not up to him to decide, just leave it to God, otherwise what can happen!

Fu Zizhan looked around, one or two of them were still busy, as if they were about to make a full banquet.

When he glanced to the right, the child stopped immediately.

This……

The batter in the basin is like playing with mud. The original pure white of the wheat has become a little gray. I don’t know what was added to it by the people next to it during this period. The gray color seems to express its The whole flour career... bleak.

Noticing Fu Zizhan's gaze, the person next to him who was having a great time raised his head and smiled. Although there was no scar on his fair face, his eyes showed calm and prestige.

Simple and fierce, some people are still in the play.

The person with the play has to perform his own character design due to his duty, and the potato in his hand is strangled by the throat of fate on the chopping board.

The mobile phone page in the corner was always on, and it said the recipe of hot and sour potato shreds. Fu Zizhan glanced at the mobile phone on the next table, and then looked at the potatoes that had been dismembered.

how to say.

It's not accurate to say that it is a potato stick. It may be more appropriate to call it a potato stick.

I really feel sorry for the potatoes for three seconds, and spend the rest of the time feeling sorry for the batter in the pot, because...

He already smelled mush.

Gray smoke gradually rose from the pot, Fu Zizhan's nose moved slightly, and he quietly held his breath, the smell of burning at the bottom of the pot was not very pleasant.

The gray smoke gradually became thicker, and it took a while for the person who was still tossing the potatoes to realize it belatedly.

As expected of a person who can fry the kitchen, he is so insensitive to the smell of paste, whoever he doesn't fry.

Qi Haoyan frantically turned off the fire, and stopped a scene of burning a table in an open space in time. The moment the wooden spatula touched the bottom of the pot, it seemed to be scalded.

The tentatively called gray burrito was turned over under the prying of the spatula.

then……

The burrito miraculously disappeared.

Fu Zizhan who witnessed everything: "..."

He almost laughed out loud, the corners of his mouth twitched trying to control the laughter that was about to overflow from the cracks in his lips.

Hey guys, what new type of magic is this?

Big pie disappearing technique?

If the Spring Festival Gala didn't have this program, he wouldn't want to watch it.

Qi Haoyan also seemed to be stunned for a moment, a trace of confusion appeared in his fierce eyes, the spatula moved, and then...

The dark bottom of the pot also moved.

Oh, no, it was the flatbread that was as black as the bottom of the pot and moved accordingly.

In a daze, the fire was turned on again.

Fu Zizhan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he could see that this person didn't want to make spring pancake rolls and potato shreds, but he was planning to make a big one.

Bottom of the pot cosplay?

And fried potato columns?

Combined, the roof and beams and columns are all there, the kitchen version of architecture...

Just great!

Unfortunately, before Qi Haoyan finished his masterpiece, the loudspeaker stopped.

The ferocious expression was absent, and his head drooped, looking a little regretful.

As if the fried kitchen game wasn't enough.