There was an event within the group today, and most of the employees went to the meeting. The hall was unusually quiet, and only Han Dong and Wang Zhongding got on the elevator.
After standing still, Han Dong couldn't wait to open the lunch box.
Since there will be no problems with this elevator, there are only a dozen seconds left for Han Dong. How to achieve the same disgusting effect in a short period of time is a test of one's acting skills.
One of the important criteria to measure acting skills is the eyes.
Han Dong's attention was always focused on the toon. This kind of focus was not staring at it deliberately, but turning around naturally. The most obvious manifestation is: when Wang Zhongding stretched out his hand to press the button, although Han Dong glanced at him, his gaze was scattered, and he could only focus when he turned back into the lunch box, which showed that his skill had reached its peak.
Similarly, acting also requires brains.
It's like Han Dong's chopsticks, which clearly pick up scrambled eggs with toon, but use the brains of picking up glass balls! Knowing that the audience is digitally controlled, I chose an extremely precise angle and strength. When the friction reaches the maximum value, the speed of pinching things is the fastest, and the state shown is also the most eager.
Finally, good talent can make the character itself shine.
Han Dongxiu created his own "assembly line" eating method: the mouth, teeth, tongue, and throat work together to operate continuously. That is, the moment he opened his mouth, there were egg yolks chewed by his teeth, toon leaves rolled by his tongue, and miscellaneous debris transported to his throat... Alternating green and yellow, what a "little freshness"!
If Wang Zhongding hadn't tried it with a toon branch in advance, it would be impossible to tell that Han Dong was acting at this moment.
Han Dong acted very well, and it was really painful to eat. It's not easy to be an actor! Especially when you are the villain, if you disgust others, you also disgust yourself, what are you trying to do
With a ding, the horn of victory finally sounded.
Just when Han Dong was about to go out, the bad news came again, the elevator door couldn't be opened!
Strange, I haven't tampered with this elevator, why can't it open
And it doesn't break sooner or later, but it happens to be on the floor of Wang Zhongding's office! This is like pouring the last sip of water into the nose and eyes in the desert, it's so fucking deceptive!
At the same time, Wang Zhongding turned his attention to Han Dong again.
Han Dong suddenly realized something, and turned his gaze to the toon in the bowl, as if seeing Hitler's butcher's knife.
Before he could make up his mind to move his chopsticks, Wang Zhongding unexpectedly opened his lunch box in the elevator filled with the smell of toon, revealing the freshly baked flatbread with browned and crispy skin and a box full of canned meat in sauce. Then, like when Han Dong was sleepwalking, he rolled the meat and sauce into the cake, and ate it like no one else was there.
Han Dong watched eagerly, and Harazi could water two acres of land.
So no matter how good your acting skills are, no matter how focused your eyes are, no matter how flexible your chopsticks are, no matter how glamorous your assembly line is, it’s useless. One piece of pancake and two pieces of meat will kill you!
How could such a stubborn man give up so quickly? He even eats things that have changed their taste... Han Dong swallowed while looking at Wang Zhongding sympathetically with his eyes that were horribly abused by gluttons.
Later, when the elevator door opened, Han Dong was still chasing after Wang Zhongding. He was obviously going for the disgusting Wang Zhongding, but he was dragged into the office by Wang Zhongding.
"Eat it, I asked the kitchen to make it fresh, without the smell of toon." Wang Zhongding said.
Looking at the pancakes and canned meat on the desk, Han Dong suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar and friendly, and this damn feeling couldn't be removed no matter what.
"Why don't you eat?" Han Dong asked Wang Zhongding.
Wang Zhongding said without raising his head, "I'm full."
Han Dong couldn't wait to wrap the pancakes with meat, bit and swallowed fiercely, still looking generous, "Hey, I said... eating your pancakes is for your face, but it doesn't mean I won't tomorrow Keep eating toon!"
"As you wish." Wang Zhongding's tone was flat.
Seeing that Wang Zhongding didn't even say a word of rebuttal, Han Dong snorted inwardly: "Look at your pitiful appearance, it's really unbearable...