Han Ming gritted his teeth, he thought, no matter what, he would never allow other factors to threaten this propaganda plan.
Predictable fame and fortune are part of it, but another reason is more important.
—He is planning to take this opportunity to make the fake show come true.
When An Xumo returned to the living room, Han Ming just came back. There are four main rooms in the stone house, two are bedrooms on the second floor, and the bathroom and living room are on the first floor. Although there are not many rooms, each one has plenty of space. The kitchen and the living room are integrated into one, and this is also the place where the six people have the most activities.
Han Ming saw that An Xumo was about to call out to him, but before he could speak, there was a knock on the door suddenly.
Several people in the house were attracted to look at the door. It had rained for a while outside the house just now, and the sky has not completely cleared up yet. Even the outdoor seats have been withdrawn. Who will knock on the door now
"Who is it?" Yan Xiangshen raised his voice and asked, but there was no response from outside the door. He walked towards the door in doubt, reached out and opened the door, "Who is it..."
Before Yan Xiangshen finished speaking, he was drowned in the crowd that squeezed into the house. I saw seven or eight strange young people wearing ethnic minority costumes breaking into the house one after another. They filed in one after another, and only after they all got in did they explain their intentions in full view.
"It suddenly rained outside, we were soaked all the way, and finally found a place to shelter from the rain, kind people please take us in!"
An Xumo on the side couldn't help touching the tip of his nose. This group of people were all well-dressed, and the so-called "wetness" was only a little bit of water stains on their sleeves. He made up for the previous season, and this group of people was obviously arranged by the show crew.
Others naturally saw the routine of the program group. Zhou Jinshen and Yi Tianming got up to make way after cleaning up the ingredients. Fortunately, the room was spacious enough to accommodate so many people.
Yan Xiangshen smiled and said, "Okay, do you have any other requests?"
Seven of these eight people are obviously plain | people, they have not opened their mouths, only one leader is talking, seeing that his identity has been seen through, he said directly: "Please learn from us a little about the local ethnic | Let’s dance, if you can dance completely, we will give local specialties to kind people.”
The specialty they were talking about was exactly the coconuts held in the hands of several people, and it happened to be six when counted. Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the coconut and said: "Success, it happens that coconut chicken is still short of coconuts, come on, let's dance along."
The two teams lined up in four rows, eight people demonstrated and six people learned, and the scene became very lively for a while. They say they are learning dance, but they are actually just imitating it. What they teach is the local folk dance of Hainan, which focuses on the characteristics, and the difficulty is not high, and the dance is only three or four minutes long. Not to mention Han Ming and An Xumo with professional backgrounds, even Yan Xiangshen and Zhang Zhiwei, who had little contact with each other, successfully followed the team to complete the task.
A group of people came in noisily, and after leaving coconuts, they left in a huff. Zhang Zhiwei shook his head holding a coconut: "Hey, I'm getting old, and I have to sell my old arms and legs for food."
After he finished sighing, he greeted the others and said, "Pry open the coconut, divide the coconut juice first, and leave only the pulp and shell for cooking."
The chef has said so, and the others are not polite. It's just that coconuts are delicious and hard to open. Yi Tianming and Han Ming worked hard for a long time but didn't open any. Han Ming turned around and shouted, "Brother Shen, can you help me?"
He speaks very naturally, and his tone is familiar with a touch of intimacy. If it is edited and put on the show, it will definitely attract many CP fans to scream.
An Xumo also heard Han Ming's voice. He looked back at Zhou Jinshen, and the man had already turned sideways towards Han Ming. He took the ravaged coconut from Han Ming's hand, picked up the dagger and gave it to the top, and the hard coconut shell was easily |inserted into it like tofu.
Zhou Jinshen pulled out the dagger|dagger, and opened all six coconuts under Han Ming's movements one by one. The program team provided straws, and Yi Tianming sent two coconuts to Yan Xiangshen and Zhang Zhiwei. Han Ming inserted the next straw and said, "Brother Shen is so good, he can do everything, he can do decathlon... just danced Also very handsome."
When Han Ming was speaking, the camera was pointing in the direction of the two of them. An Xumo glanced at it twice and then stopped looking at it. He continued to tidy up the cushions. But he wasn't busy for long, and there was one more person beside him.
An Xumo looked up and saw Zhou Jinchen standing beside him holding two coconuts with straws in his hand, and Han Ming not far behind him was looking at him.
Zhou Jinchen handed over a coconut, and An Xumo quickly wiped his hands and took it: "Thank you, Brother Jinchen."
As soon as An Xumo's words fell, Han Ming's voice rang out, and he called Zhou Jinshen, as if to ask the man to help. Seeing that the two of them were busy, An Xumo turned around and went to the table, and brought out a few more straws.
The colorful straws were inserted into the coconut. An Xumo carefully held the coconut and walked to Xiao Yang who was not far away: "Brother Yang, do you want to try it?"
Xiao Yang was An Xumo's follow-up director, but now that he was indoors, he didn't continue to follow An Xumo, and when he saw An Xumo bring the coconut over, he was also taken aback: "Hey, okay, thank you Xiao Mo. "
An Xumo smiled: "It's okay."
After Xiao Yang finished drinking, An Xumo went to the corner of the room again, where there was a photographer hiding behind a block, along the gap where the camera was placed, An Xumo sent the straw of coconut juice over: "Brother Wang Thanks for your hard work."
The photographer who had been standing inside for a long time did not expect to have his share, so he stretched out his head and took a sip before remembering to thank him. An Xumo smiled back again, and then walked to the next photographer.
There are more than a dozen camera positions in the stone house. An Xumo turned around and came back. The coconut juice had basically bottomed out. He didn't feel anything, but the cameras were very moved. An Xumo only had one follow-up photo, but he took care of all the cameramen who were fixed in the house and couldn't move at will. This is no longer a superficial effort, they can all see that this newcomer really has a heart.
An Xumo took a sip of the last juice, and ran to hand the coconut shell to Yan Xiangshen. Because breakfast was late, and everything needed to be done by myself, by the time the six of them really had lunch, it was nearly three | o'clock.
The coconut chicken has also been processed, and the crab has not been steamed in the pot. Lunch is just a transitional meal, and the real feast will have to wait until evening. However, the shrimp and egg, cold salad and fried rice with eel are on the table, and several people are already very satisfied with the fragrant and steaming lunch.
An Xumo helped put the last dish on the plate, and several other people had already taken their seats. Zhou Jinshen was surrounded by Yi Tianming on one side and Han Ming on the other, and An Xumo sat next to Han Ming. Yan Xiangshen got up to pour water, and seeing An Xumo coming, Han Ming took the initiative to hand him the chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Come on Xiaoan, try this fried rice, Vigo's cooking skills are really good."
An Xumo thanked him and was about to move his chopsticks when Zhang Zhiwei's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Hey, Xiao Mo, don't touch that."
After finishing his work, Zhang Zhiwei just came back from washing his hands. He came over and sat down, and moved the last dish to An Xumo.
This is a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice fried with eggs and diced vegetables, which is clearly different from eel fried rice. Zhang Zhiwei knocked on the back of An Xumo's hand with his chopsticks, angrily and funnyly said: "Eat seafood even if your hand is hurt, you little glutton."