The first thing to open your eyes is to greet the cameraman to get up and go to the morning market with him for food. Before going to bed at night, I will also use a brush to write down the steps of the dish to be made the next day, how to introduce the history of this dish to the audience in front of the camera, and what is the interesting or joyous story of this dish.
Mr. Song was born in the Republic of China and grew up in China's most turbulent era. In fact, his stomach was filled with the joys and sorrows of China for nearly a hundred years. Some of these stories are legendary secrets he heard from his elders when he was a child. At that time, the Song family hadn't fallen. Although the direct descendants of the family had withered, there were still elder brothers, and they were also a big family. Every night, when the family was at leisure, Song Daozhen’s father would sit under the old locust tree with his little Song Daozhen in his arms. The moonlight was cool, the locust flower exuded a faint fragrance, and a large group of elders gathered around the old locust tree and sat there. On the railing outside the corridor, smoking a pipe to talk about ancient times.
Some of these stories are personally experienced by Song's parents, and some are anecdotes of celebrities in the era. Song Daozhen has seen it with his own eyes during so many years of wandering and lonely life in the city.
The Song family was also regarded as a family of cooks earlier, and when the old man Song was young, he was also a private school for several years. He was still a scholar in the last years of the Qing Dynasty. So Song Daozhen's handwriting is good. He even writes hairpins in lower case.
The daylight was slightly drunk, and Mr. Song, wearing a simple cloth jacket, picked up a pen at his desk, and wrote a number of cooking techniques on the gilded rice paper. Such a scene is simply too beautiful, as if there is scholarly ink stain coming out of the lens like this, the warm winter sun comes in along the window, one by one climbing the mountain and the various furniture in the eight-treasure grid in the study, Mr. Song is talking about it while writing the recipe. It seems that the years are quiet and good, and it seems that the mood is waning.
It is like a pool of cold water that has experienced turbulent waves, flowing through spring, summer, autumn and winter, flowing through rivers, lakes, and seas, flowing through the dark underground river with a strange clock ru, and finally flowing into a secluded well covered with moss. There is no wave in the ancient well.
Tao Mu has been filming with several shows, but she can't stand it. He knew that coming down this show would be tantamount to covering the old man Song with a scar that hadn't been known for decades, and tore it again fiercely, picking up the softest part that was bleeding. Look.
He didn't know whether his approach was right. Even if his original intention was to avenge the Yao family, he wanted to tell the world about the nasty things that the Yao family did back then, so that everyone would know how Yao Shengan ungratefully took revenge. But if this revenge is based on the pain of Mr. Song, does it really make sense for him to do so
In the end, it was Mr. Song who grabbed Tao Mu and talked frankly.
Song Daozhen personally cooked eight dishes and blanched two pots of wine. The two of them were in the main hall, and when they glanced away, they could see the old locust tree still luxuriantly outside through the window.
Mr. Song said that he had never forgotten the old things in his life. He couldn't sleep every night, and when he dreamed back at midnight, he could dream of the Song family back then. His father and mother, sons he hadn't seen, and the wealth of the elders gathered together.
He said that even if there is no Tao Mu's show. He still couldn't get past this hurdle in his heart. So he was very grateful to Tao Mu for making such a show, at least giving him a chance to talk. It's like suppressed magma rolling in a volcano. Finally there is a chance to gush out.
After that night, Tao Mu once again visited Teacher Bai An, who was responsible for dubbing the documentary, and Teacher Pu Lincang, who wrote the documentary.
If he invites the two to Song Ji, Mr. Song will cook a table of good dishes himself, and pair it with two pots of warm white wine. In the cups, plates and chopsticks room, talk about what to do later in the show.
Bai An and Pu Lincang said with emotion that what they had eaten with this meal was particularly like a glass of wine and life. Pu Lincang said that before he came, he had already had a draft in his mind. But after eating this meal, the main reason was that after chatting with Mr. Song for a meal, he had a different perception.
The so-called "Listening to the king is better than reading ten years." Bai An echoed these words inexplicably. They say that cities are developing faster and faster, and the economy is getting more developed as it gets older. Young people have adapted to the fast-paced, and they pay attention to efficiency in everything they do, but they have lost the humanistic feelings that were slow and leisurely back then. Today in Song Ji, in this seemingly old but simple and clean restaurant, I finally feel the breath of the year again.
This meal made the two teachers and Mr. Song meet each other at first sight. In the end, there was almost nothing to do with Tao Mu. Three people Xinxin
However, the slightly drunken tasting of wine and tea squeezed Tao Mu out.
Bai An even suggested that this documentary should not ask him, a retired host of the National Channel, to read the narration, but should use his own voice. Such vicissitudes, mellow, with the simple emphasis of the old Yan Jinger's melody, talk about the joys and sorrows that have been ups and downs or drifting away. Only then have the feelings of recording life.
Pu Lincang knocked the cup with a chopstick and readily agreed. The older generation of artists really talk about feelings, not making money with feelings. Their ideas may not be in line with the general values of businessmen's interests, but in terms of emotional rendering, they are definitely more qualified than Tao Mu.
The two old artists even offered to help Tao Mu check the desk, excluding all the parts that were deliberately sensational about Mianli's hidden knives, and let the old man speak in the most simple and straightforward way. Bystanders listened, but they felt more emotional.
As the old saying goes, the authorities are obsessed with the bystanders. Sometimes, people in the bureau do not have extra emotions to sigh about life in order to survive as hard as they can. Only bystanders can taste more meaning from these shocking stories.
Pu Lincang told Tao Mu: The so-called blank is sometimes better to sublimate the theme. At this time, silence is better than sound, and only by not forgetting can there be repercussions.
If you ran out of everything, you would lose meaning.
"What is the biggest regret in life?" Pu Lincang said with special emotion: "It's not that I can't ask for it, it's that I can't get it right."
Can't ask, it's something you won't get in your life. Like a mirror, a mirage, it can be viewed from a distance, but it is not to be indecent; it is difficult to calm, but it is something that should belong to you, but it does not belong to you in the end.
Tao Mu was stunned. Just like in the previous life, when he first recognized Shen Yu, he learned that Shen Yu came from a family and was loved by his parents and family members. Although he envied him, he felt calm because he couldn't ask for it. Later, when he learned that everything about Shen Yu should belong to him, but he had suffered 18 years of suffering for him by mistake, but was complained about not being accepted and not understood, Fang felt that it was hard to settle. It's like a heart tormented repeatedly in a frying pan, can't hold it and can't let it go.
Thinking about it this way, it's really harder to calm down than to ask for more heartbreaking.
Tao Mu was inspired by two old artists. The people who caught the show crew were stunned to change the script, trying to make this food documentary more natural than artificial.
On the other side, after Zhang Dafu returned home, he couldn't wait for Tao Mu's actions for a long time. People who scratch their hearts and liver every day are afraid that Tao Mu will get fat by breaking his promise, and that this matter will eventually come to an end. Recalling the scheming tongue I spent to record this recording—the two bottles of liquor, six bottles of beer, and a table of cooking, also fell into the hot oil pan like a heart, and fell into a state of difficulty.
After several days of suffering, Zhang Dafu finally couldn't help it. He took the initiative to find the media that Tao Haiguo and his wife had collected one million people to discredit Tao Mu. He also said that he originally recorded the recording and gave it to Tao Mu—because Tao Mu saved their nephew's daughter, Zhang Dafu was grateful, so he wanted to repay Tao Mu. As a result, Tao Mu didn't do anything after receiving the recording. However, Tao Haiguo and his wife still smear Tao Mu during interviews on TV and the media.
Zhang Dafu said that he couldn't understand Tao Haiguo's couple making black money without their conscience and hurting a good person like Tao Mu. He also said that he also understood Tao Mu's concerns about the image of his adoptive parents, and that he did not want to have adoptive parents to be constantly criticized by netizens.
But he couldn't help it anymore. He didn’t want to see kindhearted people shed blood and tears (yes, when Tao Mu instructed reporters to comment on Zhang’s family, he was directly used by Zhang Dafu for ethics), nor did he want to see innocent netizens being used as guns by Tao Haiguo’s couple. So stand up and break the news.
He also told reporters that if you don’t believe it