From yearning to entertainment master

Chapter 291

"Mr. Huang, don't give it away, really don't need to give it away!"

Chen Chichi stood alone under the mushroom house with his luggage. Teacher Huang was in the gazebo wearing an apron. The others were busy with their own affairs, and no one paid attention to Chen Chichi.

"No, let's go!"

"Am I really gone? Really really gone?"

It's desolate, it's not summer at all, Chen Chichi felt a few fallen leaves whirling above his head and drifting past his eyes.

"Let's go?"

In fact, everyone washed their hands and prepared to go down to see him off, but Chen Chichi couldn't see it, so he thought there was no one to see him off.

"You...don't send me off? Isn't this too embarrassing?"

"I sent you off, just kidding with you."

Teacher He took the lead to go down the stone steps of the mushroom house, and explained: "I was making dumplings just now, and I washed my hands with the flour in one hand."

"I thought no one would send me off, so let's just say, I can't be so popular!"

A long line was lined up, stepping on the country path, accompanied by the smoke and the afterglow of the setting sun, Mr. Huang leaned on the pillars of the gazebo and watched the group until they disappeared around the corner.

It is said that Mr. He is emotional, isn't the 48-year-old Mr. Huang the same?When I was young, I dreamed of walking around the world with my sword. As I got older, my heart softened. I seldom see off guests in person. Many times, Mr. Huang always leans on the door and looks out, but he is avoiding the touch of his heart.

The sky after the rain is blue, and the afterglow of the setting sun is like a painter, half of which is blue sky and half is golden clouds.

Humans are a complicated animal. When there are many people around you, you want to be quiet. When there is no one around you, you want to be more lively. Teacher Huang’s mood at this time is also the same.

Meng's was quiet all of a sudden, quite unaccustomed to it.

"Wow ~ woof ~"

"Well, it seems that I'm not alone, why didn't you go to see off the guests, little H?"

Teacher Huang pulled two dog ears.

"Woo~"

"Hey~ Why did you tear off your ears when you were so big? Did you feel wronged?"

Let go of Little H, watched it run away, and scolded with a smile: "Silly dog!"

"Little H got into trouble?"

After seeing off Chen Chichi, Mr. He led the crowd up the stone steps. As soon as he entered the door, he heard Mr. Huang scolding Xiao H.

"No, let's continue making dumplings!"

There are about 200 dumplings wrapped on the steamer, and the average number of dumplings for seven people is more than a dozen. After a day of hunger, this amount of dumplings is definitely not enough. No matter what, it takes more than 20 dumplings and an average of more than [-] per person is enough.

"There are so many, isn't it enough? Too much waste!" Looking at the huge pile of more than 100 dumplings, Mr. He had no idea about this, and felt that such a large pile should be enough.

"Not enough, Mr. He, Peng Peng can eat half of it alone, pack it!"

A few side dishes are ready, and there is nothing else to do. It is better to pack more than enough to eat for the staff than not enough.

"I can't eat it, I can't eat it!"

Peng Peng chuckled, he was already so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back. He felt that even if it wasn’t as exaggerated as Mr. Huang said, it wouldn’t be so bad. Thirty is easy, and it’s not impossible to support 45 ten !
Regardless of how many people there are, the speed of making dumplings is really slow. Wu Haiyan and Zhang Yining are very skillful, but the others are much worse. Ye Mingxuan, the best cook, is in charge of rolling the dumpling wrappers, and Zhang Zifeng makes dumplings like needlework. Seriously, it's just the shape... Forget it, as long as the bag is tight and it won't open when it is cooked, don't ask for so much.

"Brother, do you think this looks like you? The longest one, and the one wearing glasses is Peng Peng."

"It's time to play!"

Mr. Huang liked Zhang Zifeng as much as he saw it. The proper old father looked at his daughter with a smile on his face, full of relief.

"Girl, do you have mine?"

"Yes, this is you." Zhang Zifeng smiled, his small eyes narrowed.

"Hurry up, Mr. Huang, there are no more dumpling wrappers!"

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Ye Mingxuan was obviously very relaxed when he rolled the skin, why did he rush so hard when he got here?

The other five made the wraps slowly. Ye Mingxuan held a small spoon on the back of his hand with his middle finger and index finger, one every three seconds. Each dumpling was measured with a common caliper, and the size and shape were almost exactly the same. Although the time is fast, it is not so exaggerated. With the comparison, people around me doubt life.

"This... this... is too exaggerated? The dumpling making machine is not so fast!"

Wu Haiyan stared at Ye Mingxuan's movements, learned carefully, and tried to make dumplings with the same movements.

Spread the dumpling wrapper and put the stuffing, this is the same as everyone else, but then ordinary people pinch the folds one by one, Ye Mingxuan is different, pinch both sides with the thumb and index finger, and squeeze with both hands tightly, it is just one.

Wu Haiyan tried it, and the dumpling stuffing was squeezed out, let's wrap it honestly and slowly!

"Don't imitate him. His method is the way of making dumplings in restaurants. It is fast but requires a lot of skill and strength. Let alone you, I can't even learn it. It will fall apart after cooking."

This meant that everyone was hungry today, otherwise Ye Mingxuan wouldn't have made dumplings like this. Anyway, as a cook, it's awkward to see this kind of dumplings without folds, and the traditional dumplings are beautiful.

"Okay, it's almost done, Xiaoxuan, roll the skins, and I'll cook dumplings for you, fill up the stuffing, give the photography teacher more, don't give it to Xixi!"

Make an OK gesture, and take over the work of Mr. Huang. This time, the rolling is much faster. Once there are too many dumpling skins, put down the rolling pin to make dumplings.

"Mr. He, why don't you give Xixi the director?"

"Director Xixi, are you convinced that there are too many dumplings for the camera teacher?"

Teacher He didn't answer, but asked loudly to Zhang Hangxi who was lying on the director's chair beside him.

"Hey~ Be convinced!"

"Director Zhang is the chief director, and he is only responsible for controlling the overall situation. The photographer is the most tired one now. He sleeps the latest and wakes up the earliest. When do we go to sleep and when do we shoot? Before we get up, they have to get up and get ready. , Now it’s summer, do you think it’s winter? It’s okay to rotate indoors, but what if you’re in charge of shooting exteriors?”

Ye Mingxuan's answer made Zhang Yining nodded suddenly, thinking about it carefully, isn't that the case?
The life I yearn for is not very sporty, and it’s summer again, so I don’t have a deep understanding, so change to another show, Chicken Strips Running Man, this kind of confrontational sporty, you don’t need to bring anything when chasing stars, just follow the cameraman With such a heavy machine, you have to run with the stars. The stars and artists are exhausted after finishing the show. What about the photographers?
The danger of following photographers is greater than that of celebrity artists, but are their salaries high?Not necessarily, at least compared to the income of celebrities, it is a drop in the bucket.

(End of this chapter)