Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

After the talk show ended, Han Xun returned to his lazy and fulfilling writing life. He lazily stayed growing mushrooms by the French windows of the villa, and when Xu Simiao came back late at night, he began to make requests.

"Mr. Xu, I want to eat a small hot pot."

"Mr. Xu, I want to eat firewood chicken."

"Mr. Xu, I want to eat Bingshan Snow Lotus and Tianchi White Crane."

"...What the hell is this?" Xu Simiao didn't even know which one to go to for a takeaway order!

Han Xun lay back on the cushion of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his feet lifted up and lying on the dead body, he said weakly, "I just thought of some things that ordinary people would not eat. You can order a supper."

During this period of time, he couldn't get excited about anything, and "Delicious Heart" encountered a major bottleneck, because he didn't want to follow the award-winning script in his previous life, but he wanted to avoid the already formed ideas and recreate a script that satisfied him. Harder than writing a new unrelated story.

The plot and characters of the old story kept reverberating in his mind, and if he didn't pay attention, he wrote down the unsatisfactory plot again.

Xu Simiao ordered midnight hot pot, and sent someone out to bring back the pot together.

Because of his generosity, the boss also sent a small bottle of liquor.

The table was full of pork, beef, and mutton. Han Xun looked thin and was a carnivore. Only Xu Simiao ate some cabbage and lotus root with meat and vegetables.

The bottom of the pot was steaming hot, and two people burned it on the induction cooker, watching old movies while eating.

Han Xun has watched "Witness for the Prosecution" in 1958 countless times, and he can even memorize the lines of the supporting roles, but he will still watch these classic movies repeatedly to learn the control of the picture and rhythm of the older generation of filmmakers.

It was the first time for Xu Simiao to watch "Witness for the Prosecution". When the unexpected ending appeared, he couldn't help sighing: "What do you think this woman is trying to do?"

"Because love can make people crazy." Han Xun pinched the chopsticks with his right hand to scoop up meat, pointed to the front with his left hand, and said, "Mr. Xu, look carefully, this is the most important thing in the whole play."

When Xu Simiao looked up, he saw the white prompt at the end of the movie——

For the viewing experience of more people, please don't spoil it.

Xu Simiao: ...

I didn't expect the 1958 movie to be so forward-looking.

After confirming that Xu Simiao had seen it clearly, Han Xun changed to an old movie. His daily hobby is to watch classic movies repeatedly, and this hobby has also become Xu Simiao's hobby.

In the evening, eating a small hot pot and watching black and white movies, the two of them can still chat happily while eating.

This time, the owner of the small hot pot made the base ingredients abnormally spicy. Xu Simiao finally realized what it means to be spicy and want to eat it. He said with a smile, "Why do people like spicy food so much in China?"

Han Xun said, "Because it's delicious."

Xu Simiao looked for it, unscrewed the white wine on the table and took a sip, the spiciness was relieved a lot.

He frowned and said, "No wonder the boss sent baijiu, it turns out it's for relieving spicy food."

Han Xun stared at him. Xu Simiao drank the cheap baijiu in a small bottle as if drinking brandy. He shook the bottle before the entrance and sniffed the wine, as if he was holding a treasured baijiu.

Xu Simiao has many small habits, and they all maintain the elegance of a gentleman. Han Xun asked the question he had always wanted to know: "Mr. Xu, are you a mixed race?"

In an instant, Xu Simiao glanced over, and the light golden pupils emitted an inquiring light in the deep eye sockets.

"Why did you ask this all of a sudden?" Xu Simiao's tone was a little low, as if he didn't want others to ask this question.

Feeling his repulsion, Han Xun said bluntly, "Because your appearance and habits are not like the ordinary rich second generation."

Although he often pretends to be rich and brainless, he is pampered and has a demeanor that cannot be ignored.

"My grandfather is the first generation of Chinese immigrating to the UK, and my grandmother is British." Xu Simiao put down his liquor and said, "So I'm a quarter mixed race."

Oh, after the British lady, Han Xun asked with bright eyes: "Then what do you eat in England?"

Xu Simiao knew that he was writing a food drama and was interested in food from all over the world.

But he raised his chin slightly, and jokingly said: "When I'm not busy, I eat iceberg snow lotus and Tianchi white crane, and when I'm busy, I even eat raw roasted lizards."

Han Xun didn't retreat because of the joke at all, he was eager to know what other people think about food, "Then what do you think is the most delicious?"

Xu Simiao lowered his eyes and thought about it seriously, "It should be...a fried egg."

Han Xun waited to hear the delicacy like iceberg snow lotus and Tianchi white crane, but the answer surprised him.

Seeing his blank expression, Xu Simiao smiled and said, "When I was young, there was a special chef at home, and the food tasted good. But one morning, my breakfast was only a fried egg, and the edges were still mushy, so I poked it up. It's hard, eat it in your mouth...ah, it's as bad as it looks."

As he talked, he couldn't stop smiling in memory, "But I think it's the most delicious food in the world. Because this fried egg is the first time my mother cooked it, her expression is very I was apprehensive, and kept asking me if it tasted bad, and if it tasted bad, don’t force it. But I told her, it’s delicious, it’s the best fried egg I’ve ever eaten.”

It was so delicious that ten years ago, he could still recall the taste of that fried egg. It was salty and burnt on the edges. Compared with the usual breakfast, it was a completely dark dish.

But Xu Simiao likes the expectations in her mother's eyes, as long as it makes her happy, Xu Simiao is willing to eat such battered eggs every day.

what.

Han Xun suddenly had a dazed look on his face, and his brain was thinking quickly.

"That, that..." Han Xun opened his mouth a few times, organized his words, and finally straightened out his thoughts, and asked, "Then when you were in England, did you know traditional Chinese food?"

"I know, I know, but I'm not interested in food, and our family doesn't eat much Chinese food, but ah, my grandfather loves wine, and our wine cellar has all the fine wines he collected from all over the world. There are several rooms in it, which are placed separately There are fine Chinese wines, and special precious ones are set up according to the environment they need, such as daughter red, burning knife, bamboo leaf green, and he personally wrote poems and hung them on the wall in each wine cellar."

Holding the wine bottle, Xu Simiao imitated his grandfather, and read: "Lanling's fine wine is full of tulips, and the jade bowl is full of amber light, but it makes the owner drunk, and I don't know where is another land."

He drank it down in one gulp, the white wine he gave was obviously not to his liking, his brows were frowned after drinking, the amber light in his light golden eyes was more intoxicating than wine.

Xu Simiao put down the liquor bottle with a wry smile and said, "Unfortunately, after Grandpa's death, those wines have been kept there, and no one will drink them while reading poems."

Xu Simiao's every move perfectly presented the wanton and free and easy in the wine culture in front of Han Xun.

A beautiful woman is a poem in itself.

He suddenly became enlightened, and the emotions he wanted to express came out sentence by sentence, which made him uncontrollably grabbing the notebook, writing vigorously, and working hard.

Seeing Han Xun start writing, Xu Simiao frowned and asked displeasedly, "What are you writing again?"

"Write you."

What an Italian foodie!

What a collision of Italian food and Chinese food culture!

Han Xun finally knew where he was dissatisfied in his previous life, it was his feelings!

How can it be possible for Italians to praise the mystery of Chinese cuisine? It is impossible for those who understand the mystery of Chinese cuisine to have no affection for this land.

The most delicious food in the world does not exist. Even if the most delicious food in the world is selected, some people will sigh lightly after trying it: but that's it.

Because everyone has their own emotions, a delicacy without emotions may not even compare to a raw grilled lizard.

Han Xun concentrates on revising the script and returns to the long dead house life.

He was so full of ideas that he gave up revising the script and started again.

By the time he got out of the revised script in a daze, the whole "Delicious Heart" was quite different from the award-winning script in his previous life, even the gist of it was completely different.

A Chinese gourmet who grew up in the UK set foot on the homeland of China for the first time. He followed the road that his grandfather had walked alone, walked the streets and alleys, and reminisced about the taste of food that his grandfather mourned all his life.

The protagonist is set to be 60 years old, and Han Xun created an old urchin-like Chinese American based on his feelings. He does not understand the language and Chinese, but he can clearly recite Li Bai's "Guest Traveler".

Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.

But so that the owner can be drunk, I don't know where it is.

For the protagonist Francis Chen, England is his hometown, while China is his hometown.

But for the supporting actor Chen Mingshu, Britain is his hometown, and China is his hometown.

The 100-year memory of ancestors and grandchildren shows the earth-shaking changes in China in the past 100 years.

The old and dilapidated small streets turned into a bustling and tidy commercial street, and the small stalls with greasy tabletops turned into restaurants with clean tables and chairs.

The strong contrast between the Egg Drop Soup served in the gap-shaped clay bowl and the ceramic blue-and-white bowl made Han Xun excited.

From the writing of the opening scene to the ending, Han Xun's inspiration ran wildly in the script, his heart beat violently in his chest, and every word was like blood flowing from his soul, burning his fingertips.

If it is to win the "Best Screenplay Award", the script should remain intact, and write about an Italian who does not understand the language as in the previous life, and praise Chinese food without hesitation.

But now, what he cares about is not the award, but a perfect story that satisfies him.