Taking a quick glance before, Zhuang Jiachuan only felt that the original chicken nuggets in the basin seemed a little different. Out of curiosity, he pushed aside the pieces that he had poured in without stopping his hands, and the bottom layer of chicken nuggets cut by Song Shiyue was exposed.
Looking at it again, yes, something is different.
Zhuang Jiachuan reached out to fish out a few pieces, and saw that the chicken pieces from the chicken legs and the chicken body were similar in size, the cut surface was neat, and the chicken skin on the top was smooth. Although it was still a raw chicken, it looked a bit inexplicably pleasing to the eye.
and…
Zhuang Jiachuan touched the cut surface of the chicken nugget, it was complete and smooth, the bones were neat and neat, and it was broken in the meat in an orderly manner, even if he pressed it down with some strength, it was not rough.
How fast the knife is, or how powerful it is, or what kind of skill it is.
Artists don't make money by cooking, but Zhuang Jiachuan felt a little in awe at this moment.
The knife that he wiped his fingertip just now was not a coincidence.
Look at what Song Shiyue cut, and then look at what I cut... The chicken pieces are barely the same size, but let alone the squareness. , uh... with some broken bones...
Embarrassed, Zhuang Jiachuan wiped off the bone fragments on the chicken nuggets with his fingers, and his fingers were scratched twice by the uneven broken bones, which caused some pain.
"Cough... There are two more." Song Shiyue, who was handling potatoes, saw that Zhuang Jiachuan stopped his hands, and couldn't help reminding him in a low voice.
"What?" Zhuang Jiachuan looked back, but he no longer thought of Song Shiyue as just a little girl in his heart.
Song Shiyue pointed to the sink next to Zhuang Jiachuan.
Zhuang Jiachuan moved his head down to look, oh... There are two raw chickens in the basin of the sink.
Two raw chickens
On Xingwang, Zhuang Jiachuan's bewildered expression made the audience smile.
The round eyes that were opened to see the close-up of the chicken nuggets before seemed not so sour.
It has to be said that the power of technology is always great.
Although the audience couldn't reach out and touch the chicken nuggets that Song Shiyue cut like Zhuang Jiachuan, but the close-up shots provided by the Xingwang intelligent shooting system in time made them not miss the very aesthetically pleasing raw chicken nuggets. As long as you have some cooking experience, it is not difficult to see that it is not an easy task to chop chicken nuggets like this.
However, Zhuang Jiachuan, who has touched it before, knows better about the quality of this chicken nugget.
There was so much contrast, the phrase "Let me do this, you little girl can't cut this." when he came in before became a joke.
When cooking at noon, Zhuang Jiachuan checked the refrigerator, and there was only one whole raw chicken. Now looking at the two extras in the sink, I couldn't help being a little confused. But when he thought of the pot of peeled potatoes, he wasn't so surprised.
So there is no other surprise, is it to make a real "big" plate chicken
However, after seeing Song Shiyue's chicken nuggets, Zhuang Jiachuan couldn't continue chopping up the remaining two chickens.
Zhuang Jiachuan, who has filmed a lot of scenes, is not completely ignorant of how intelligent and clear this small aircraft-like camera is.
Over the years, Zhuang Jiachuan has learned something.
For example, if you fail or make a mistake, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is to correct it in time and don't make the same mistake again and again.
Zhuang Jiachuan admitted with a smile that he was not as good as Song Shiyue, and changed jobs with Song Shiyue.
Cutting is not cutting, Song Shiyue quickly chopped up the second chicken.
Zhuang Jiachuan, who was standing by the potato pot, was much more cautious than before. Before he started cutting the potatoes, he took a look at the ones Song Shiyue had just cut.
A fist-sized potato, cut into four pieces, the edges... rough... bumpy
"Potatoes for big chicken are better when you break them open than cut them open." Yu Nianbing seemed to see Zhuang Jiachuan's hesitation. He brought a small knife and walked from the sink. The knife poked deeply into a whole potato and broke it in half.
Zhuang Jiachuan took the knife from Yu Nianbing's hand, imitating what she did just now, stabbed it twice, then broke it twice, breaking the two halves of potatoes into four pieces.
It's just... I always feel that something is wrong.
The size is very similar to what Song Shiyue made.
But the edges are rough and uneven in some places, and smooth in other places. Song Shiyue's ones are not so regular.
The feeling is the feeling, but the movements in Zhuang Jiachuan's hands didn't stop.
However, it was Song Shiyue who moved quickly.
Two raw chickens, easy...in less than two minutes.
Then Zhuang Jiachuan knew what he felt was wrong before.
Because before Nian Bing came over with a knife to demonstrate breaking potatoes, there was no knife in the potato basin at all!
Song Shiyue, this guy!
It's breaking potatoes with bare hands!
Zhuang Jiachuan, holding a knife, watched Song Shiyue, who had finished cutting the chicken, walk over and reached for a potato. Seeing that neat look, those who didn't know thought she broke a piece of tofu...
Competitiveness made Zhuang Jiachuan want to pick up a potato and try it with his bare hands, but reason and thirty-six years of life experience told him not to slap himself in the face like this.
Isn't that strange
Does anyone find it weird
There are three people in the arena, one is not human, and there are only two people left.
Zhuang Jiachuan couldn't help looking at Yu Nianbing.
Yu Nianbing took out a bag of flour from the cabinet, and just looked over.
No, to be precise, Yu Nianbing's gaze quickly passed over Zhuang Jiachuan and Song Shiyue.
Zhuang Jiachuan's eyes were burning, it was hard to ignore.
"What's wrong?" Yu Nianbing put the flour on the table and asked with some doubts.
"Xiao Song, it's amazing..." Zhuang Jiachuan moved over silently, lowered his voice, and finally said the emotion that he wanted to say a long time ago.
Yu Nianbing glanced at it, and just as Zhuang Jiachuan said this, Song Shiyue, who had broken another potato, slightly bent the corners of her lips and nodded.
that's it
Gone
Not curious
Isn't it strange
Is it just him who thinks something is wrong
"Thank you." Not far away, Song Shiyue turned her head and smiled friendly.
Zhuang Jiachuan's face froze slightly.
"Pfft..." Seeing everything in Yu Nianbing's eyes, for some reason, he couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
Zhuang Jiachuan didn't avoid talking to Song Shiyue. How did he say it before, it felt like he was looking for an alliance under abnormal circumstances.
But obviously, there is no alliance.
It was said in the circle that Yu Nianbing was very arrogant, he was so cold in and out of the play, and he didn't laugh much. Looking at it now, isn't it very happy
Whether it was Song Shiyue or Yu Nianbing, the real person seemed to have different information from Zhuang Jiachuan's.
However, this does not prevent him from working hard to adjust his mood and continue to participate in the production of dinner.
As for why he had to do so much, Zhuang Jiachuan didn't want to ask anymore, he was a little tired.
Twenty-one potatoes and three chickens made three large plates of chicken.
How big is this plate? It's probably twice the size of the plate of chicken in the restaurant. I don't know where Yu Nianbing got it from when he went out.
Zhuang Jiachuan is also a person who has eaten a large plate of chicken in a restaurant. He must say that this must be called a large plate of chicken.
For dinner, there were no flying guests as Zhuang Jiachuan had guessed, nor were there any program crew members who were hiding somewhere.
Just the three of them, sit down and start eating.
Three big pots of chicken, one pot of belt noodles, oh, and a soup with mixed vegetables and mushrooms, all placed right in front of Zhuang Jiachuan.
Zhuang Jiachuan felt that it was because Yu Nianbing noticed his own taste from the noon recipe, and gave it a thoughtfulness. He first started to drink soup, drank two bowls, and then started to stretch his chopsticks into the big pot of chicken.
Unexpectedly, that mouthful of chicken, the meat is tender and juicy, the mouth full of fresh fragrance moistens the tongue and throat, and the spicy fragrance comes out of the nose, which makes people feel reluctant to exhale.
With only one chopstick, the thoughts in Zhuang Jiachuan's mind turned and turned. Although there are many three pots, it is not without reason. Mixed vegetables and mushrooms are hard to beat. The information obtained should still be accurate.
Anyway, this big pot of chicken...is really delicious!
Yu Nianbing's chef is also responsible for setting the table.
First came a large plate of chicken, a bowl of belt noodles, and a bowl of mixed vegetable and mushroom soup. The other two bowls of chicken were not served because they had to be kept warm on the induction cooker.
The three talked about eating and eating, and after a while, a pot of chicken was gone.
Just like this one pot, then another pot, and another pot. When it was about the same time, there was almost only the bottom of the three pots of chicken left, and there were only the last few chickens left on the belt.
After eating the first pot of chicken, Zhuang Jiachuan didn't feel anything. After all, the chicken was really delicious, and Song Shiyue cut it well, the bones were not scratched at all, the skin was sticky, and the potatoes were soft and chewy. It was normal for everyone to eat more.
In the middle of eating the second pot of chicken, Zhuang Jiachuan felt something was wrong.
The large plate of chicken sold in the store is reluctant to use a whole chicken and seven potatoes. That plate is enough for two or three people to eat. How to get here, it seems that just blinking an eye, a pot and a half are gone.
Afterwards, when Zhuang Jiachuan ate, he became a little more attentive.
Soon, he discovered where the problem was.
Song Shiyue's eating frequency is a bit fast.
Of course, it wasn't just Song Shiyue.
Yu Nianbing, who frequently took the initiative to help them empty out the bone plates, was also a little strange.
Thinking about it this way, instead of sharing a pot of chickens for each person, but eating them together, isn’t that also a kind of cover-up
so…
Yu Nianbing knew Song Shiyue would eat more
Those potatoes, those three chickens, and that big bowl of flour made from the belt noodles were also specially prepared for Song Shiyue because Yu Nianbing knew about it a long time ago
Then why didn't they say anything when they were cooking by themselves at noon
When did they have friendship
what…
Could it be...
Zhuang Jiachuan suddenly remembered, was that half a year ago, or more than half a year ago? Song Shiyue confessed to Nian Bing, right
Are these two people...
No, it's impossible.
It is impossible for that person to give himself false news.
Zhuang Jiachuan frowned slightly, trying to stabilize his emotions, but lost his appetite all of a sudden.
It's just that the two people on the table didn't pay much attention.
Mainly too busy.
One was busy trying to maintain civility and elegance while eating, and the other was busy finding some topics to attract the camera and clearing the bone plate by the way.
It wasn't until Song Shiyue, facing Yu Nianbing's disapproving gaze, insisted on wrapping the last few pieces of belt noodles in sauce and eating them, that today's dinner was considered over.
Yu Nianbing was also very satisfied with feeding this round. It's just that I know something is wrong in my heart.
Even with some cover-ups, those who are interested can see from the live broadcast that Song Shiyue is definitely the main force of this meal.
However, if this was Song Shiyue's nature, how could he hide for more than ten days if he could hide it for a day or two during the live broadcast. It's better... just show it slowly.
This was the compromise Yu Nianbing made after he went into the kitchen at night and saw the pot of peeled potatoes and laughed angrily.
After a meal, the large plate of chicken and belt noodles were wiped out, but there was still some mixed vegetable and mushroom soup left.
Zhuang Jiachuan took the initiative to pour it into a bowl, drank it, looked at Yu Nianbing with a faint smile, and asked, seemingly unintentionally: "Speaking of which, the large plate of chicken tonight is really delicious, but the mushroom soup is a little bit more delicious." It’s a 10% drop. I’ve heard before that Mr. Yu is very serious about filming, and he always learns the knowledge that will be used in many scenes beforehand. This big dish of chicken seems to have appeared in Mr. Yu’s drama, right?”
Yu Nianbing put down the paper towel in his hand, his eyes still fell on it, and then nodded: "Yes. I learned this dish from the chef in the hotel before filming the drama."
"Teacher Yu is really sweet and hearty. This big plate chicken is so delicious, it's the best." Zhuang Jiachuan boasted with a smile.
"I don't know. Who told you that I will always learn the things in the scenes I want to shoot in advance?" Yu Nianbing didn't answer Zhuang Jiachuan's words, but raised her head and asked.
"Ah?" Zhuang Jiachuan was frozen by the coldness in Yu Nianbing's eyes, and he couldn't react. Suddenly, there was even a chill that the little calculation behind her was seen clearly...
On Beichenxing, a woman who was half lying on a soft bed and watching the live broadcast angrily smashed the cup in her hand, and the cup and the cup fell to the ground at the same time.