NOVEL NEXT Chapter 78 The Eve Before Parting
The atmosphere in the small courtyard was a little more awkward.
How can this work.
Teacher He quickly stood up and clapped his hands.
"Everyone, listen to me. Everyone is here now and the ingredients for dinner are ready. Let's get started while it's still early."
After saying that, he winked at Teacher Huang and asked him to arrange the task.
"It's still the same division of labor. Xiao Han and I are responsible for cooking, and Teacher He will take you to do the preparations."
Teacher Huang said briefly and took Xiao Han to the kitchen.
"What happened? What happened when you went out in the afternoon? Did you have a conflict?"
Taking Xiao Han in his arms, he asked quietly.
Everyone in Lin Qingluo's background circle basically knows that he is afraid that if Xiao Han offends her, it will be difficult to get along in the circle in the future.
"There was no conflict. I don't know what happened. It just happened all of a sudden. I'm also confused."
Xiao Han spread his hands and sounded helpless. This matter was really a bit baffling.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be telling lies, Teacher Huang scratched his head. He didn't know why this was difficult to handle.
I'll ask the cameraman later, they may know something from following the whole process.
After patting Xiao Han on the shoulder, Teacher Huang picked up the apron and stopped talking.
When Xiao Han saw this, he lowered his head and started busy.
He boiled the water and poured the eel into the basin. He would run the hot water through it later to remove the mucous membrane.
After doing this, pick up the stick and run towards the pool.
Seeing this, Xiao Feng followed closely like a bug.
She likes to watch Xiao Han kill fish.
The grass carp caught in the morning was swimming slowly in the pond, and Xiao Han saw the right opportunity and caught it in a net.
He picked it up with both hands and threw it to the ground.
The fish's tail slapped on the ground, attracting the attention of Lin Qingluo and Wu Fan next to it.
Xiao Han raised his wooden stick and knocked it hard. The fish stopped moving instantly. Wu Fan's eyes twitched and he immediately trembled.
This guy doesn't look like a good guy, his hands are quite dark!
He shrank back and started chattering next to Lin Qingluo again.
There aren't many opportunities to sit so close to her, so you have to hurry up and develop a good impression.
Clowns like Xiao Han have been removed from his threat list.
While killing fish, Fang Qing took the initiative to enter the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves and started to help clean up.
Judging from her skillful movements, she is also a good worker.
Picking vegetables, washing vegetables, and chopping vegetables are extremely natural.
Teacher Huang glanced at her approvingly. She had strength and didn't pretend, she was down-to-earth, diligent and discerning.
The key is that he still maintains his original intention and is a good seedling. If the resources are in place, there should be a place for her in the film and television industry.
I just don’t know what she would choose when faced with temptation.
If you don’t have the resources and background to do something, it may be difficult to get ahead in this circle.
Not everyone has such a good life as Lin Qingluo and Wu Fan.
Thinking of this, he glanced in the direction of the two of them and sighed softly.
The sky is getting dark, and the alluring aroma wafts in the small courtyard.
Everyone held their stomachs and couldn't help swallowing. The vegetables they had eaten for lunch had long been digested.
Amid the fireworks, Xiao Han's figure loomed, with Xiao Feng and Fang Qing helping inside.
Xiao Han is the chef today, and Teacher Huang is only in charge of the most complicated Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.
Lin Qingluo helped set up the dishes and did some chores within his power.
She really doesn't know how to cook. She hasn't been in the kitchen a few times in more than [-] years.
At this time, there are several dishes on the table. Of course, we can't just cook what the guests ordered. There are too many people and there is not enough food.
‘Fried dragon scales, dry stir-fried eel, stir-fried bacon with bamboo shoots, crucian carp soup, stir-fried water spinach, stir-fried eel with sauce, stir-fried mutton with green onions. ’
Full of them.
"Buddha jumps over the wall to get out of the pot, the stew time is a bit short, you just have to make do with it!"
Teacher Huang came over with a tray.
Xiao Peng and Ahua quickly took it and each shared a bowl.
"The fish is ready, please stop it from burning."
Xiao Han walked over carefully carrying a large basin full of pickled fish.
Some were left in the pot for the director's team.
Seeing that the dishes were all ready, the two teachers, He and Huang, stood up with cups in hand.
We didn’t drink tonight, our relationship wasn’t that good yet, so all we had was drinks.
"First of all, welcome to our national goddess Lin Qingluo. Your arrival has made our courtyard a little more colorful. The goddess looks more beautiful up close than in front of the camera, but you won't have this blessing."
As he spoke, Teacher He winked at the camera mischievously.
Lin Qingluo was also amused and chuckled. He raised his cup towards Teacher He and said hello generously to the camera.
The camera turned and the three stewards came into view.
"Next is our guest today, Mr. Guan You, the director of "Tian Xuan Bian", the actor Wu Fan and the heroine Fang Qing, welcome you. This weekend "Tian Xuan Bian" will be broadcast on all major platforms, I wish you a great viewing .”
After saying that, Teacher He took the lead in applauding.
The steward and the two of them waved towards the camera.
This is what they came here for today.
During the dinner, I ordered it a few more times under the guidance of Teacher He, which was enough to give me face.
"Come on, let's all have a try. The pickled fish made by Xiao Han is a masterpiece. I'm ashamed of myself."
Teacher Huang picked up the spoon and greeted everyone, scooping it up one by one.
With stirring, the sour aroma becomes more intense.
Needless to say, the three little ones have already started to work hard.
Seeing how delicious they were eating, the netizens in front of the screen were drooling and wanted to try it.
Lin Qingluo thanked Teacher Huang and filled it up a little.
"Qingluo, try it quickly. Although that boy is not a good person, he is really good at cooking. If you can't get around in the circle in the future, you won't starve to death as a chef."
Wu Fan came over and applied eye drops softly.
Ignoring him, Lin Qingluo scooped up a little soup and gently put it into his mouth.
Her eyes lit up the moment she entered the mouth, and the fresh and sour taste of the soup exploded in her mouth.
Delicious!
I picked up another piece of fish. The meat was elastic and tender, with no fishy smell at all.
Her eyebrows were slightly arched, this was the most delicious pickled fish she had ever eaten.
Xiao Han was sitting diagonally across from her, secretly observing while picking up the vegetables. When he saw her picking up the fish, he couldn't help but sit up straight.
It wasn't until he saw her smiling that he breathed out and relaxed.
It seems to be cooked to her taste.
Under the wise words of teachers He and Huang, the atmosphere at the table became heated.
In the midst of the laughter and conversation, the dishes on the table unknowingly disappeared.
Everyone rubbed their round bellies and groaned while lying on the chairs.
After a busy day, and Xiao Han's cooking skills were a bit extraordinary today, he couldn't help but eat a little too much.
"I feel so comfortable today. I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time. It reminds me of my childhood days in the mountains."
Fang Qing said with emotion. She had been working hard since she was a teenager, and she got a role as a bit player by chance after being introduced by a fellow villager.
In this way, I entered the entertainment industry in a daze. After nearly ten years of hard work, I finally got the leading role.
She is a principled person, so the road is particularly difficult.
Xiao Han looked at Fang Qing, who was a little sentimental, and patted her arm gently.
This is a man with a story.
Night conversations around the fire, insects chirping in the autumn night, until late at night.
Looking at the beating fire, several people had their own thoughts.