The tragic Shura field sandwiched between the protagonist and the villain

"Gourmet Love" starts.

Early in the morning, the program team carrying the camera knocked on the door. Cheng Fatty was completely unprepared, and opened the door with a messy chicken head on his pillow, his face was blurred by the camera at close range.

He waved his hand: "Don't shoot me."

"Hahahahaha. Chen Chen looks so cute when he wakes up in the morning. Don't you usually sleep with your pillow in your arms?"

Chen Chen nodded: "Yeah." Hugging his little pillow tightly, this pillow is his wealth and life.

The tour guide laughed, thinking that Chen Chen was like a child, unexpectedly funny, and wanted to rub his stupid hair: "Do you mind if we go in and have a look?"

Chen Chen thought for a while: "Okay."

Open the door and let them in.

The big brother of the camera followed the young lady of the show guide and walked in. Compared with Chen Chen sleeping in a mess, the house was very clean and tidy, and there were no cigarette butts, beer, or unpacked luggage.

You must know that many artists are glamorous on the surface, but they are very sloppy in private.

The lady tour guide touched her chin: "It seems that there is no topic, I was planning to make a big news."

Cheng Fat yawned for a long time, and the tour guide quickly said, "Thank you for letting us in, then we will go to other artists first. Remember to meet in the conference room at ten o'clock."

Cheng Fat nodded.

After they left, they continued to lie on the sofa.

When I was woken up, I couldn't fall asleep at all, and I turned over and hugged my pillow and lay flat on the sofa. Why did I want to shoot artists even though it was a food show?Shouldn't you get up early in the morning to take food photos?

No, have to get up and see what this restaurant has for breakfast.

At ten o'clock, all the artists gathered on time, and followed the filming all the way from the room to the meeting room. There were also huge cameras in three corners of the meeting room.

A lot of people have already arrived in the conference room. Seeing Chen Chen coming, Luozhou patted the seat next to him: "Sit here."

Cheng Fat sat down, and then Wang Qiji and the others also came.

Seeing that Cheng Fatty was already sitting next to others, they found another place to sit.

Wang Qi glanced at Cheng Fatty. He calmly thought about it yesterday. He really went too far yesterday. He wanted to apologize but couldn't hold back his face.

When Director Zhong saw that everyone was here, he took a notebook and said, "Our next stop is Liuxian Village, 85 kilometers away. The population of that place is only a few thousand. It is a village left over from the Tang Dynasty. The folk customs are simple, There are special drunken chicken and mustard green pancakes. There is not enough time, and there are also pure vegetarian artists. The program group plans to divide two routes, to eat drunken chicken and mustard green pancakes respectively. As a reminder, the route of eating drunken chicken will be more difficult than The mustard green cake is much taller, and the shooting time will be longer, and the artist who eats drunk chicken raises his hand."

Cheng Fatty was the first to raise his hand, and asked seriously: "If you have time after eating drunken chicken, can you still eat mustard green pancakes?"

Director Zhong smiled subtly: "As long as you have time, it is logically possible. Chen Chen is the representative group, and if you go, the whole group will go, no problem?"

Qiu Yu and the others said, "No problem."

Director Zhong: "Okay, is there anyone else who wants to go?"

Luozhou and Zhou Ren also raised their hands, staying beside Chen Chen.

Director Zhong said: "Very good, there is one quota left, is there anyone else?"

Tian Miaomiao immediately raised her hand, Luozhou and Zhou Ren are the two biggest traffickers, following them will be exposed, and she has to eat any chicken.

Director Zhong: "Very well, then it's decided. Zhou Ren, Luozhou, Brother, Tian Miaomiao went to eat drunken chicken, Li Future, Jing Duo, He Yuezhen, Shi Hua, and Yu Ling went to eat mustard green pancakes. Now that it’s settled, let’s start directly, go back and pack your luggage, and leave in an hour!”

It was so vigorous and resolute, Cheng Fatty was secretly excited, he liked to treat such a director who spared no effort, and he gave him thumbs up with both hands.

He wanted to pack it up as quickly as possible and set out on the road with the most beautiful mood. When he was leaving the door, Wang Qi deliberately walked up to Cheng Fatty and coughed.

Cheng Fat blinked, not knowing why: "Actually, do you have a cold?"

Wang Qi pretended not to care after a while and said, "Aren't you angry yesterday?"

Cheng Fat wondered, "Why are you so angry?"

"I'll beat you in public," Wang Qi said.

Cheng Fat said: "Oh, what's there to be angry about?"

"Don't you even have dignity?" Hearing what he said, Wang Qi felt a lot better, but in order to hide himself, his attitude became more and more arrogant.

"Whatever dignity you want, as long as you have something to eat."

"..."

After walking for a while, Cheng Fat clenched his fists and said, "If someone farts while eating delicious food, I can't bear it, it's too damaging." He turned his head and said to Wang Qi, "Also, I won't be angry with you. Hey, I know you treat me well."

I don't know why, but with a simple and simple sentence, Wang Qi actually felt inexplicably teased.

——I know you treat me well, so I won't be angry.

Fatty is quite measured.

The corners of Wang Qi's mouth curled up slightly, and Cheng Fatty continued: "You all treat me very well, so I won't be angry at anything you do."

As soon as Wang Qi's girlish heart swayed, he cut the rope short with a click and fell down.So he is not only good to "Wang Qi" alone, but to all of them.

He couldn't help but hit him again: "Fatty!"

Last time it was farting, this time Fatty Cheng consciously answered that there was no problem, why was he beaten again, alas, teenage boys.

It's okay, there is still food in the distance, waiting for me.

A group of people took a bus to their destination and arrived at noon.This village is just as Director Zhong said, the folk customs are simple and simple, so simple that it is a bit desolate, you can't even see a supermarket, and there are square ditches everywhere.

As soon as they got out of the car, there was a group of dark children watching them, as if they had never seen such a good-looking person.

Cheng Fat thought they would stay in a hotel, if not a hotel, at least a hotel.Unexpectedly, after Director Zhong Guo took them out of the car, he held up a red flag and said, "We have already contacted the local people and asked him to allocate a room for us. Everyone follow me!"

There are not many cement floors that have been repaired here, and they are all dirt floors.

It rained last night and the ground is slippery and dirty.Tian Miaomiao was still wearing high heels, walking carefully for fear of falling.Even so, after going to the destination, the soles of the shoes are still covered with wet mud.

What greeted them was not the clean farmhouses often seen on the Internet, but the kind of large tiled houses that often appeared in TV dramas in the Republic of China, a bit like Beijing courtyards.The house is a square as a whole, surrounded by white walls, filled with dried radishes, pickles, fish, pickled pork, etc., and the kitchen is outside, which burns firewood.

Even though she didn't want to show too much dislike, Tian Miaomiao was still terrified during the inspection: Do you want to live in this kind of place?

As soon as Cheng Fatty came in, he smelled a fragrant smell. He followed the smell and saw an old lady wearing a headscarf delivering firewood to the big stove. He saw the lid of the black cauldron vibrate slightly, and white steam came out from the edge.

"Grandma, what are you burning?"

"What about the meal?"

"It smells so good." Cheng Fatty sniffed hard, and then sniffed hard.I don’t know why there is a very friendly feeling. People in the city now use electric rice cookers. How can it compare to this kind of stove pot? .

Cheng Fatty immediately said, "I'll help you."

He moved a small stool and sat down, and imitated the old lady to send firewood inside. The old lady told him: "Don't put too much firewood at once, it's easy to suffocate the fire."

Fatty Cheng nodded, holding back his saliva.I don't know if I help the old lady to burn firewood for a while, will she treat myself to dinner? (mouth﹃mouth)

All of this was naturally recorded on the camera, and those who didn't know it felt that Chen Chen was a bit pretentious.

After all, people who have stayed in big cities for a long time can't immediately adapt to this kind of bitter rural life. The program team deliberately put them in this kind of rural village that is in great contrast with the city, for the sake of strong program contradictions and effects. YXZL.

You must know that the urbanization process is so fast now, and it is not easy to find such a simple village. They searched for more than a month and visited countless ancient villages before they found it.

Tian Miaomiao was very displeased, but it had to be said that Chen Chen was indeed very smart and knew how to catch people's attention. She quickly approached and said, "Grandma, I'll help too."

Cheng Fatty immediately refused: "No, there are too many people."

Tian Miaomiao: "..."

The mother-in-law raised her head and said, "You are dressed so nicely, hurry up and rest indoors."

The owner of the house came out to greet them. He was a middle-aged man in his 40s, wearing a new big red T-shirt, and said happily, "Welcome, welcome."

His wife and two dark children also ran out, and looked left and right around the camera. In a blink of an eye, a group of people were already standing at the door.

Director Zhong Guo: "This is Mr. Wu who is willing to let us rent a house this time."

Mr. Wu said hastily: "You're welcome, just call me Lao Wu, please sit in the room."

Not to mention Tian Miaomiao, even Qiu Yuwang and the others are a little uncomfortable. The living room, or should it be called the lobby, is very large.When you walk in, you will see a row of quiet and peaceful ancestor portraits on the wall.

The table is a decent square table, no wood material can be seen, but there are traces of a knife sliding.There are also scribbles on the table legs with black oil-based pen.

They all use iron porcelain cups, which are obviously the kind that are shared by everyone every time they are cleaned.Most people who have lived in the city for a long time are not used to using things that others have used. It is better to use disposable plastic cups, let alone artists.

None of them drank water, except Zhong Guo, who liked to drink this kind of local tea, and chatted enthusiastically with Lao Wu, asking him about his job, his children's schooling, and so on.

Cheng Fatty finished burning the firewood outside, and the rice was already very fragrant.

The old woman asked him to open the lid of the pot to have a look, and Cheng Pang hurried away.The hot paint came out, and the chubby fragrant rice grains were next to each other, all of them were plump and transparent, soft and delicate.

More water, rice soft; less water, rice hard.

It seems that anyone can cook rice, but in fact, there are also university questions.I think the old lady who has cooked rice for 56 years and knows how to cook rice in a big pot is the master hidden in the crowd.

Seeing him staring at him, the old grandma added half a bowl of rice to him with a spatula: "You have a taste."

Cheng Pang took it gratefully. The bowl was still hot. He found a small stool and sat down. After eating, feeling the chewiness of the rice in his mouth, he couldn't help admiring: "It's delicious!"