bullyxtreme Chapter 468: Mapo Tofu that No One Cares About
Chapter 468: Mapo Tofu that No One Cares About
Since Su Ying and Chen Ming were traveling in Heilongjiang, Chen Jinnian sent the shooting location to his parents earlier and planned to fly back to Shenzhen with his parents after the program was recorded.
But he didn't expect that the two of them would go straight to the shooting site.
She didn't even have time to take off her apron and ran out of the kitchen in a hurry.
Chen Jinnian's accompanying cameramen stood there in confusion, not knowing whether they should give it or not. It was normal to shoot artists. They even followed Zhang Yixing into the bathroom.
However, photographing an artist's family members requires permission, as not everyone can appear in the film.
The cameraman looked at Yan Min with some difficulty. Before he could ask, Yan Min urged him, "Hurry up! He's already disappeared, why don't you chase him?"
After a group of people ran out, Huang Lei, who was concentrating on cutting vegetables opposite, noticed the situation and looked up.
"Why are they all running out?"
"Jinnian's parents are here and are joining in the fun." Huang Bo explained casually.
Huang Lei opened his mouth thoughtfully after hearing this, then asked with a smirk on his face, "Then why don't you go? You're teammates after all, why don't you go take a look?"
"I'm not going. People of our age should have some self-awareness. If I go, Jinnian's father might have to call me brother. I'll instantly become an uncle. No, a grandpa. Uncle is a bit young."
After Huang Bo finished speaking, he stopped the knife in his hand and looked at Huang Lei, who was holding back his fart.
The two old foxes smiled at each other, but for a moment they were unable to break their moves.
When Chen Jinnian ran out, he saw his parents waving at him.
Su Ying asked happily: "How is Xuanyue doing recently? Is she doing well over there? Is she eating and sleeping well?"
"Mom, you came to the filming site specially just to ask about Xuanyue. Do you still have a son in your eyes?" Chen Jinnian showed a resentful look. It's no human rights to bully the boss.
Seeing her son jealous, Su Ying immediately raised her hands to support his cheeks, "How could I forget my precious son? My sister is young, and my mother only cares about her a few words. Look how stingy you are."
Then, Su Ying turned her gaze to her son, "Hey, why are you wearing so little? The temperature here is very low. Once the sun sets, it will be so cold that you will freeze to death. And why are you wearing an apron?"
"It's necessary to record the show, and compete in cooking skills and cooking."
"Cooking? Then ask your dad to help you. What you cook is not tasty." Su Ying said frankly. Her son's cooking skills were only passable. It was definitely not delicious.
"Mom, you're such a good mom. Can you please stop ruining the show? There are cameras behind us."
After Chen Jinnian finished speaking, he turned around and waved to the cameraman, indicating that he should step back a little. He didn't want to expose his parents to the public and cause unnecessary trouble.
Chen Ming stuffed the snacks and treats he was carrying into his hands and said, "Do you need help? If you need, Dad can help you cook two dishes."
"Don't do that. If you want to cook, then no one else can play. You'll always win no matter what."
After hearing his son's praise, Chen Ming smiled from ear to ear, but pretended to be modest and said, "Hahaha, it's just average. My cooking skills are just at the average level."
Chen Jinnian looked at his father's proud expression and said nothing much. Chen Ming was at the level of an ordinary person, but there were also good and bad people among ordinary people. Some of them liked to cook and could cook better than professional chefs of lower levels.
And even if Chen Ming can't beat the chef, he can at least beat Huang Lei. Huang Lei likes to cook, but his first identity is an artist. He is busy filming movies and recording variety shows, so he actually has very little time to cook.
"Son, what time do you want to finish the filming? Your dad and I are waiting for you outside." Su Ying asked with concern.
"That's not necessary. Finishing by two or three in the morning is considered fast. You should go back to the city and have a look around first."
The script for this episode of Go Fighting was very heavy, with very little improvisational slapstick, and a lot of content that required immersion in the performance.
In other words, Huang Bo, Hong Lei, and Huang Lei are all actors who have won the Best Actor and Best TV Actor awards. If they were ordinary variety show stars, they would not be able to take on such heavy roles in one day.
Chen Jinnian didn't even have to think about it. In the next family segment, the three of them would definitely be the backbone. If he were in Yan Min's position, he could only shoot like this. He definitely couldn't rely on Xiaozhu and Zhang Yixing.
"It's so late." Su Ying hugged her son with some heartache.
"It's because the production team pays high wages. It's only natural that we have to work hard." After Chen Jinnian said this, he quickly urged his parents to leave and stop waiting outside.
Chen Ming, who had received his son's affirmation, wanted to show off and quickly said, "Hey, aren't you going to cook? Tell me about the dishes you want to cook and I'll give you some guidance."
Chen Jinnian thought it was right. Chen Ming couldn't be allowed to go to the kitchen, but it couldn't be considered cheating if he learned on the spot.
So he named the three dishes, took out his cell phone, and wrote down everything his father told him.
"Three Fresh Vegetables, this thing is too simple. The main thing is to use a lot of oil, a strong fire, and a high oil temperature, so that the fried eggplant will not be greasy. The rest is very simple. Sprinkle a lot of minced garlic before serving to enhance the flavor, and it won't be too bad."
"Dried tofu with spicy peppers. There's not much to say, because it seems to be a local dish in Northeast China. I've never made it, so I don't know how to make it delicious."
"As for Mapo Tofu, it's a bit particular. It's supposed to be spicy, fresh, fragrant, tender, crispy and hot. It should be eaten while it's hot, so you'd better save it for last."
"First, when you blanch the tofu, be sure to add some salt, and then the Sichuan peppercorns. Roast over low heat until they're dry and fragrant, then use a rolling pin to slowly roll them into a fine powder. The rest is simple. Just heat oil in a wok and add the ground beef, Yongchuan fermented black beans, Pixian fermented bean paste, Sichuan peppercorn powder, green onion, ginger, chili powder, and light soy sauce..."
Before Chen Ming finished speaking, Chen Jinnian interrupted him hurriedly.
"And ground beef?"
His memory was first-rate, especially the ugly handwriting on the blackboard, which was particularly memorable. He didn't remember that the side dish for Mapo Tofu was written as minced beef, otherwise Huang Lei wouldn't have said that they were all vegetarian.
"Of course, even if there's no ground beef, you have to use ground pork. Otherwise, how can the aroma come out? You can't just eat spicy food."
After Chen Ming asked the question, Chen Jinnian realized that it was a mistake made by the program team.
There were so many people at the scene, but no one noticed anything wrong. This is enough to prove that they are all laymen.
"Mom and Dad, you guys go back first. I'll come find you after I finish recording the show." He was now anxious to go back and settle the score with Yan Min.
"Okay, then you should put on more clothes. It will be cold soon. Don't catch a cold."
"Okay, don't worry."
After Chen Jinnian agreed, he took the snacks his father gave him and ran back.
Following the camera teacher, he gritted his teeth and carried the camera to keep up. He spent a whole day filming Chen Jinnian, and the amount of exercise he did was more than twice that of his colleagues. After finishing the filming in the evening, he had to ask the assistant director for more money. It was really tiring.