Director, please respect yourself

Yang Hao likes to plan ahead when doing things!

Since he has decided not to perform schizophrenia from tomorrow, he must find some other livelihood for Yang Chun.

He is so young, it is not a problem for him to be idle!

To be honest, Yang Chun’s cooking skills are really mediocre. On the first day after time travel, Yang Hao did an experiment and took a portion of noodles from a noodle shop and gave it to a stray dog ​​in the alley. In the end, the dog just sniffed the noodles. After sniffing, he shook his head and ran away.

But even so, this Yangchun noodle shop can still persist for four years near Beijing Film Academy without closing down. I have to say that Yangchun is really awesome!

Therefore, after lunch, Yang Hao was not in a hurry to go out for filming. Instead, he took the small notebook used by guests to order dishes, and then wrote and drew on it with a pen.

[Ingredients: 10 kg of fresh pork trotters.

Seasonings: 120 grams of salt, 100 grams of sugar, 100 grams of chicken powder, 75 grams of Erguotou, 250 grams of special sauce, 250 grams of natural oyster sauce, 200 grams of chicken rice and dark soy sauce, 100 grams of star anise, and 2 grams of Sichuan peppercorns.

Vegetable ingredients: 120 grams of ginger, chopped into pieces, 65 grams of green onions cut into sections, 1 coriander, 50 grams of red pepper.

Production process: First put the pig's trotters into cold water...]

"What are you writing about, son?" Yang Chun was curious when he saw that Yang Hao hadn't left after eating.

"Oh..., when I went back last night, I met Teacher Ge Chunzhuang at the gate of the community. The old man said that before liberation, he got a secret recipe for boiling pig's trotters from the family of a landlord in the Northeast.

Since this secret recipe was worth 500 Yuan Datou at the time, he never revealed it. Now that he is older, 80 years old, his son, Teacher Ge You, doesn’t need this thing, so he gave it to me..."

"real?"

Before Yang Hao finished speaking, Yang Chun's eyes widened with excitement. The secret recipe for gourmet food is something that is hard to exchange for money. For example, the formula of Coca-Cola is said to be worth 70 billion.

"of course it's true!"

At this time, Yang Hao wrote down the recipe and production process of Liuting pig's trotters in full.

After writing and checking it, Yang Hao tore off the paper, folded it, and handed it to Yang Chun.

"Follow the production process, and follow the ingredients and proportions of ingredients exactly as recorded here. Let's try making 20 pounds of it this afternoon. How does it taste?

In addition, you should follow the notes on this secret recipe and focus on the oven temperature and heat. "

"Okay, okay!"

It could be seen that Yang Chun cherished this "secret recipe" extremely much. He turned around and saw that there was no one in the restaurant, so he put the piece of paper close to his body.

"son…"

"Um?"

"Tell me, if we really get rich because of this secret recipe, how should we thank Mr. Ge Chunzhuang?"

"Oh, I almost forgot.

Mr. Ge Chunzhuang was very specific. He didn't teach me any secret recipe, and we didn't get any secret recipe from him. If one day our pig's trotters are not bad, we will give him a few from time to time to try. "

Well…

Hearing what Yang Hao said, Yang Chun was a little confused!

Are there really people in this world who do good deeds without leaving their names? What's more, if I make money because of this secret recipe, will it be real money?

"Ahem..."

Seeing that Yang Chun was confused, Yang Hao coughed twice, then lowered his voice and said:

"For example, if I were a well-known actor and a famous comedy star in China, as my father, would you be happy to see others associate me with pig trotters?"

"Of course I don't want to, it's so embarrassing..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yang Chun suddenly realized.

"Son, don't worry!

Our [Yangchun Pig Trotters] is passed down from our ancestors, and it has been passed down to me for the eighth generation. The reason why we did not do this kind of business before was because we wanted to keep a low profile..."

"Ha ha…"

Yang Hao laughed.

I have to say that Yang Chun is also a wonderful person.

At this time, Ni Ni, wearing a long black skirt, walked in from outside the noodle shop.

"Teacher Yang, Teacher Zhang Songwen, Zhang Jiarui, Wang Yu and others have already gone to the place rented by Senior Sister Gao Ye. Should we go there now?"

"okay!"

………………

When studying at Beijing Film Academy, freshmen and sophomores must live in the school dormitory because everyone has morning classes to attend.

But if you reach the third and fourth years of college, Beijing Film Academy basically encourages students to rent a house, because some students want to go out to take roles, because some students want to leave school for internships, people come and go, and everyone always lives in the school dormitory. Not very easy to manage.

The same is true for Gao Ye, a senior performance student. She rents an apartment with her classmates in Huangtingzi Community next to Beijing Film Academy.

At first, Yang Hao said that he would use Gao Ye's room to shoot the short film, but she still didn't agree, saying that the room was too messy, the house was too old, and it was shady...

But when teacher Zhang Songwen, who knew the inside story well, said that it didn't matter. Even if we were not lovers, we could rent together and share the rent. Gao Ye shyly agreed.

Director, I can let you into my room to shoot the short film, but please help me pay this month's rent. Well, a total of 200 yuan.

The house Gao Ye rented was a bit small. It was a two-bedroom apartment with a living room and two bedrooms. The bedrooms faced north and south. As a girl, Gao Ye lived in the large bedroom on the south side.

When Yang Hao and Ni Ni came in, Zhang Jiarui and Wang Yu had already arranged the shooting scene. Teacher Zhang Songwen was sitting in the living room telling a story to a child, with the child's mother standing next to him.

"Zhou Qi, I heard your teacher say that among all the children in the training class for tomorrow's superstars, only you have the strongest imitation ability.

Now I will act. After a while, facing the camera lens, can you imitate? "

"good!"

Perhaps because of the praise, the seven or eight-year-old child in front of him immediately puffed up his little chest.

"Zhou Qi, watch this. Suppose the beautiful aunt is sitting opposite you. You take out 200 yuan and hand it over, and then just stare at her..."

Standing nearby, he looked around and saw that there was no problem. Teacher Zhang Songwen basically took away all his work, so Yang Hao strolled into the shooting scene - Gao Ye's bedroom.

It seems that the 200 yuan in food expenses at noon today was not in vain, at least teacher Zhang Songwen worked very hard.

"Gao Ye..."

"Here you are, director?"

Although Yang Hao paid the rent, Gao Ye was still a little shy. In girls' bedrooms, men who are not familiar with them are rarely allowed to come in, even if the man is very handsome!

"Where's the dress you usually wear?"

"Well…"

"Where are your usual underwear?"

"Well…"

"There are also all the girls' messy cosmetics, all hung up and displayed, because only in this way is it suitable for the room of a woman who is engaged in a special service industry."

"Uh..., ah!"

~~~~~~~~~

Black Martin boots, blue jeans, white long-sleeved sweatshirt, black sunglasses, blue bucket hat...

Looking from bottom to top, Liu Yifei's outfit has already covered herself tightly. Youth idols are always afraid of being recognized by fans and moviegoers in public places.

Of course, this beauty's goal was achieved.

Because Liu Yifei just came out of the terminal of Beijing International Airport, she didn't get a scream.

The person who came to pick her up was Yao Beina. She was driving a red Beetle. When Liu Yifei got into the car, she immediately smiled and said, "Sissi, where is Aunt Li?"

"She hasn't come back. She will fly directly from Shanghai to Baodao on the afternoon of October 5th, because our crew is going to Baodao to film."

"Then... why are you back?" Yao Beina was curious, knowing that although Liu Yifei is 22 years old, she has never left her mother Liu Xiaoli.

"Well, there are three main reasons why I secretly returned to the capital..." Sitting in the passenger seat, Liu Yifei fastened her seat belt and held out three fingers in front of her childhood friend and best friend.

"One, I went to see a show today. The show time is exactly eight o'clock in the evening.

Two, go meet someone tomorrow night.

Three, at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow, you come with me to the Jiaodaokou Police Station. I have a gift for you. "