Food: starting from feeding Fat Reba in the crew

Chapter 290: CCTV is coming to broadcast the Chinese New Year’s Eve meal live?!!

“Brother Yang, did you read last night’s weather forecast?”

“No, I slept a little early yesterday, what’s wrong?”

“The weather forecast says that there will be snow at night, I don’t know if it will affect the finishing banquet.”

Wang Dahai put his luggage in the house, and when he came out, he always said something.

Hearing the sound, Yang Zhe took out his mobile phone and glanced at the weather forecast on it.

Sure enough, it was the same as what Wang Dahai said.

There seemed to be a snowfall around six o’clock this afternoon, and the wind was just at the beginning of Chinese New Year’s Eve dinner.

Eating on a snowy day? Also in the open-air restaurant.

It is estimated that the actors will be frozen into dogs.

I don’t know if Director Zhu and Director Song have read the weather forecast.

Yang Zhe turned off the weather interface and opened WeChat.

Neither Director Zhu nor Director Song sent him a message.

Did the finale banquet start as originally planned?

Or did they simply not have time to look at today’s weather forecast?

Yang Zhe thought about it for a while and felt that this matter still had to be communicated in advance.

“Brother Dahai, you help me wash the dishes first, I’ll go to Director Zhu and ask if you want to change the time.”

“Oooooh, okay.”

Yang Zhe threw out the tea roots in the pot and led the big golden retriever nested under the tree to leave the open-air restaurant.

Five minutes later, they arrived at the filming location where the crew of “Folding Heaven” was located.

As soon as he walked to the position of the studio, he saw five cameras pointed at a strong man of five big and three thick.

This strong man is squatting on the ground, holding a coffin board and gnawing angrily.

Yang Zhe had read the original book of this novel when he was in school before.

He knew that the character played by this strong man was a very good person.

He was trapped in the tomb of the demon emperor, and broke through and upgraded all the way by gnawing the coffin board of the immortal emperor to become a big demon.

I didn’t expect that the adaptation of this play was so restored, and it was really gnawing the coffin?

“Eh, Chef Yang, why are you here?”

Yang Zhe looked at the oncoming field affairs Lao Jia: “I have something to do with Director Zhu and Director Song, what about them?” ”

Lao Jia looked around the crew twice: “No, Ying Xiao went out to make a cameo appearance.” ”

“Hmm???”

“Those guest actors who came before were addicted to eating your food, and every morning they came to threaten Director Zhu and Director Song, asking them to find roles to make cameos for them, and the two of them couldn’t stand it, and they didn’t dare to offend people, so they went outside to hide whenever they had time.”

The corners of Yang Zhe’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch: “Then where can I find them?” ”

Lao Jia scratched his head: “This is not possible, they are hiding everywhere, and we may not be able to find it if we want to.” ”

“Okay, I’ll call them directly.”

“The phone can’t get through, as long as they go out and hide, they will definitely turn off, otherwise they will have to call them if they want to make a cameo.”

Yang Zhe frowned slightly, and said in his heart what could be done about this?

If it really snows tonight, is this Chinese New Year’s Eve still high?

If he handles the ingredients but doesn’t do it, the ingredients that are too short in storage time will definitely be wasted.

But if he didn’t move first, he would just wait for Director Zhu and Director Song to come back.

So what if the Chinese New Year’s Eve meal is held normally?

At that time, it will be too much to reprocess the ingredients, maybe even the time for the opening of the table will be delayed.

Just when he hesitated, he didn’t know how to make a decision.

Suddenly, a large hand slapped on Shi T’s shoulder.

Yang Zhe turned his head and saw that the person behind him was exactly Director Song.

“Chef Yang, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, it’s Director Song, I’m looking for you, do you know that it will start snowing at six o’clock tonight?”

Director Song was slightly stunned: “Is it?” Isn’t our Chinese New Year’s Eve meal starting after six, so coincidentally? ”

Yang Zhe nodded: “Yes, so I came over and asked, should this Chinese New Year’s Eve meal be earlier?” ”

“Let’s talk about this later, you come with me first.”

“Huh? What to do with you. ”

“Come on, come on, you’ll know when you arrive.”

Director Song couldn’t help but say, pulling him and walking towards the front lounge.

As soon as he opened the door, Yang Zhe felt a warm air flow rushing towards him.

At this time, Director Zhu was sitting on the sofa directly opposite the door, and on the left were the two heads of Penguin Pictures.

Opposite them sat CCTV host Bingbing, accompanying photographers, and a middle-aged woman wearing a white feather suit.

When the two people entered the house, the cold wind poured in from the crack in the door, making the people in the house subconsciously guard their clothes.

Seeing this, Director Song quickly turned around and quickly closed the door tightly.

“Chef Yang, long time no see.”

Bingbing looked at Yang Zhe and revealed a standard sweet smile.

Yang Zhe nodded and greeted her, and his eyes began to look around.

What are these people doing in a room?

Discuss publicity?

Or is the drama “Folding the Sky” to be broadcast on CCTV?

However, this drama has just started filming, is it too early to discuss where to broadcast it?

But then again, even if they discuss the broadcast, what does it have to do with being a cook?

Why did Director Song still have to pull him over and insert a kick?

“Ahem, use one. Small. ”

“Let me introduce Director Wu first…”

“This is the chef of our crew, Yang Zhe.”

As Director Song spoke, he turned his head to look at Yang Zhe again: “Chef Yang, this lady next to Bingbing is CCTV’s program director Wu Shan, you can call it Director Wu.” ”

Although Yang Zhe didn’t know what happened, he still had basic literacy and courtesy.

So he stretched out and said hello to the middle-aged woman opposite.

“Hello Director Wu.”

“Hello.”

Wu Shan shook hands with him gently, his expression slightly flat.

Seeing this, Zhu Daoying got up and pulled Yang Zhe to his side and sat down.

“Director Wu, look at the appearance of our Yang Kitchen, is it more handsome than many male stars?”

Wu Shan nodded: “Handsome is handsome, but you know, our CCTV is different from those satellite TVs, we don’t look purely at faces.” ”

Director Zhu and Director Song looked at each other: “We also know this, but if he looks good, he will definitely have a little hemp.” ”

“This…”

“Director, we just want to do a live broadcast, it just so happens that you also need to shoot the material of Chinese New Year’s Eve meal, we belong to killing two birds with one stone.”

Director Wu frowned slightly, and his expression was a little graceful.

She really asked Bing Bing to shoot Chinese New Year’s Eve 0.0 rice material.

But whether this material will be adopted in the end is not certain, because about the Spring Festival Gala, the chief director has always had the final say.

But who knew that Penguin Pictures valued this shooting and felt that it was a good publicity opportunity.

So I want to cooperate with CCTV Spring Festival Gala to engage in a live broadcast of the crew’s Chinese New Year’s Eve dinner.

If this was a state banquet-level chef cooking Chinese New Year’s Eve, Wu Shan would definitely agree without the slightest hesitation.

But what level can a crew chef have?

Can you still do live streaming like this?

The focus of their crew’s live broadcast is definitely on the actors.

After all, what this play needs is publicity and exposure.

But what did CCTV join this live broadcast picture? It’s no good.

If they want to shoot Chinese New Year’s Eve meal, they can go somewhere else.

Therefore, Wu Zhuangren’s proposal was full of hangshu…