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In the back kitchen.

Chen Feng has already changed into costumes.

But no makeup.

The director just wanted to see his style.

No matter what role you play, even if it's a sidekick, you still have to look good.

Once you start to show off, you will naturally fall into the role.

As a result, a crowd of people crowded in front of the kitchen.

Lights lens camera in place.

The director sat outside and looked at the monitor.

The heroine Qu Dan also crowded at the door to watch.

Next to her stood the young man she had brought.

The young man looked at Chen Feng's back, leaned into the heroine's ear and whispered, "Sister, what's going on?"

"Let's take a look first."

Qu Dan replied softly: "He is also very young, and the style of a chef is not easy to imitate. Don't worry."

"Okay, sister."

In the back kitchen.

As the recorder shouted: "Action!"

Start shooting.

In front of the stove.

Chen Feng skillfully opened the fire and started the pot.

He wants to fry a piece of egg fried rice, a very common food.

Of course, what the director is concerned about is not whether the egg fried rice is delicious, but whether Chen Feng has the style of a chef.

As a result, when he saw Chen Feng on the monitor taking the pot and taking the spoon, his eyes immediately lit up.

This is the feeling.

in the monitor.

Chen Feng stood in front of the stove, his movements as smooth as flowing water.

Heat the pan and oil.

Pour it out again and add cold oil again.

Picking up an egg at random, using the chef's most classic technique, he gently squeezed the eggshell with one hand and broke the egg into the oil pan.

One, two, three, four, five.

Next, begin to quickly spread the eggs.

The hand speed is very fast.

At the same time, he put a rag on one hand, grabbed the iron pot, and began to stir the spoon.

That action...

That's a pleasure to watch.

This is what a real chef should be like.

The director was happy.

He nodded unconsciously.

At the same time, everyone crowded at the door looked at each other and nodded.

This is natural.

No matter how you look at it, he looks like a cook.

Qu Dan's face looked a little ugly.

Couldn't this guy have been a cook before?

Otherwise, why would they act so similar?

The shaking of the spoon is so natural. At this level, without three to five years of experience as a chef, it is impossible to be like this, right?

It's over now.

The key is that it didn’t work out so well that the assistant casting director found him.

Soon, the kitchen was finished.

A plate of egg fried rice is done.

When Chen Feng scooped the fried rice out of the big iron ladle, his technique was deft and fast.

When there was only the last remnant left in the pot, Chen Feng showed off his skill by scraping the long iron spoon backwards in the iron pot, then circled back to the stove and scooped out the fried rice. Pour it onto the plate.

Most professional chefs may not be able to do this well.

Many people cannot control the strength and angle of the shave and end up slapping it all over the floor.

At the door.

The assistant casting director’s face was beaming with joy.

This is professional.

He couldn't find fault with it.

It can be said that this is a chef, okay?

At this time.

Chen Feng shouted without looking back: "The fried rice is ready."

This is the first line.

It was natural to shout.

After waiting for two minutes, Chen Feng looked back at the door and shouted loudly: "Xia, the fried rice is ready, bring it out to the guests."

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice shouted from outside: "Ka."

The audition is over.

The assistant casting director walked in first, patted Chen Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Okay, this feels right."

Chen Feng has already quit being a chef.

He quickly smiled and said modestly: "Thank you, assistant director."

At this time, the director also came over.

Although his face still maintained a serious expression, his eyes could not deceive anyone.

He was satisfied.

After walking to the door of the kitchen, he shouted directly: "It's him. Hurry up and put on your makeup. Let's do it formally. That... Xiao Chen, make another egg fried rice. I hope the feeling won't change. It just felt right." ”

After saying that, he turned around and shouted to everyone: "Everyone is on your place. Xiaoqu, finish your part, hurry up."

"oh."

Qu Dan's voice revealed reluctance.

But she had no say.

No matter what, she could only pat the young man she brought with her on the arm comfortingly and signaled to go out first.

At least she got to finish filming.

So, the makeup artist put makeup on Chen Feng.

A chef in an old restaurant like this must look like he's covered in grease.

The director stood aside and gave makeup advice.

After just hearing a few words from him, Chen Feng knew that this young director was a very serious person.

The details are meticulous.

If the script of this low-cost TV series is passable, Chen Feng thinks it should be quite good.

The soul of a drama actually lies mostly with the director.

Actors come second.

The director finished giving instructions and was ready to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at the egg-fried rice that Chen Feng had just finished frying, and someone magically went over and took it away.

…

Ten minutes later.

Filming officially started.

The scene recorder is writing the board, the lighting and camera are busy.

Chen Feng didn't even show his face.

Just stir-fry in it.

At the door of the back kitchen.

Qu Dan plays a Cinderella-type heroine, squatting on the floor washing vegetables.

The camera was all given to her.

Occasionally, he would guide Chen Feng behind him.

Outside.

The director was sitting in front of the monitor and staring, but he was holding a plate in his left hand and a rice spoon in his right hand, and was wolfing down the egg fried rice.

He didn't realize it himself.

It tastes delicious.

…

More than two hours later.

Qu Dan's role is finally over.

Judging from the director's face, he probably passed with difficulty.

In just over an hour, Chen Feng cooked a total of twelve plates of egg fried rice.

To be honest, my arms are really tired.

But that's how he felt when he switched back from chef mode.

And when he was in the chef state, he never felt powerless at all.

Also magical.

After that, I shot a few short clips, but I didn’t spend much time on them.

Soon it was noon.

Seeing that the table outside was filled with egg fried rice, the director gave an order that everyone should eat egg fried rice at noon today.

Box lunches are free.

So, everyone had egg fried rice together at noon.

When everyone took the first bite, their pores opened instantly.

Holy shit!

This egg fried rice is delicious.

The rice grains are distinct and moderately salty. The rice grains are wrapped in egg skin and served with some chopped green onions. It tastes soft and salty, and the whole crew was immediately impressed.

The assistant casting director sat next to Chen Feng and asked with a smile: "Xiao Chen, have you ever been a cook before?"

"No."

Chen Feng replied casually.

"No?"

The assistant casting director looked confused: "You really don't have one?"

"Really not."

Chen Feng shrugged: "Since I graduated from the Film and Television Academy, I have been doing side jobs. I have never been a cook, but I like to cook. So, I know how to do it."

"Oh, that's how it is."

The assistant casting director nodded and gave a sincere thumbs up: "Young man, it's okay. At least you're good at egg fried rice."

Chen Feng said nonchalantly: "Egg fried rice is nothing. I can cook all the eight major cuisines, and I can also cook state banquet dishes, even Manchu and Han Dynasty banquets."

"puff."

The assistant casting director spit out all the food in one mouthful.