Lunch time.

In the old man’s garden, a lot of people gathered.

In addition to the staff of the program group, there are also many villagers who come to observe.But the eyes of all of them were deeply drawn to a table.

The table that moved to the yard contained ten dishes.

Each dish looks very ordinary, but it emits a seductive aroma, and the crazy impact on the taste buds of everyone, so that people can't move their feet at all.

“It smells good!”

Some can't resist.

At this time, the director of the program team is a little difficult, and I don't know who to give the ten places, it is not enough.Watching them grabbing one by one, if they don't give the position of laying work, the director really wants to slap himself.

What is it for Mr. Yan to eat?

Like hungry wolves, they stared at the table, constantly dredging and licking their tongues.

"I don't want today's salary."

Some staff shouted, hoping to be able to divide a place and eat a fascinating meal.And the rest heard, one by one, shouting...

On the other side, three stars, such as Mr. Li and Mr. Wu, saw the food made by Chef Wang, and there was no appetite at all.

A face of inconvenient.

“Eat, why not eat?”Chef Wang said, "Although my cooking skills are not comparable to Mr. Yan, but it is still possible, have you not been hungry all the time?"

"Mr. Wang, I doubt you made it with your eyes closed."

Teacher Li couldn't help but Tucao, pointed to the pot with chopsticks, and said, "I saw you with my own eyes, and put no less than ten tablespoons of salt, and this one, all charred black..."

Chef Wang said, “How is that possible?”I looked at the other three, "Even if I close my eyes, I won't give you ten spoons of salt."

"Mr. Wang, you are not in the state all the time when you are cooking."Teacher Wu smiled bitterly, "This pot of soup, you really put no less than ten spoonfuls of salt, don't believe it, you tasted it yourself."

"No."

Chef Wang did not believe, how could it be.

At this time, he personally put up half a bowl of soup, looked at them and drank it, and then his eyes suddenly glared, and the soup was sprayed out.

He looked up at them and whispered, “Do I really have ten spoons of salt?”

Teacher Li, teacher Wu and other three stars seriously nodded, and said: "No less than ten spoons, it may be 20 spoons."

Chef Wang was full of disbelief, and then went to taste other dishes.

Some salty, some sweet, some not yet cooked, some go to focus...

At this time, Chef Wang stared at her eyes, some couldn't believe it, and the table dish was made by himself, and asked, "This is what I made?"

“Mr. King, haven’t you woken up yet?”Teacher Li couldn't laugh.

"That's impossible."Chef Wang was stunned and said, “Even beginners, the dishes made are not so outrageous?”

"But now, that's so outrageous."Teacher Lee.

At this time, Chef Wang, Teacher Li and other four stars were curious to look at the other side, because there was a dispute over that place.

If it wasn’t for the director, I’d have already fought.

This makes Mr. Li and others stunned, isn't it just a table dish?Do you want to be so crazy, or even confused?

“Isn’t that exaggerated?”

Teacher Wu couldn't help but say, some couldn't believe it, "If it wasn't for my own eyes, I thought it was too much to say..."

At this point, the director caught fire.

“Mr. Yan, how much more do you do?”The director approached, his face sad, and asked in a low voice, "Not enough, they almost hit."

“Do you want the show to please me?”

Yan Qingkang couldn't help but smile, "I don't want to talk big, according to the price given by Malay, you can let me do as much as you can."

The price given by the Malays is 100 million a year.

One day is more than 270,000.

The director was trying to speak, just shut up immediately, and his program team simply couldn’t afford it.

Isn't that the lion's mouth?

Ask, don't say that it is Datang, even if it is the whole world, which chef's annual salary has reached 100 million?

Twenty!

What an evil door.

Aren’t they just a few home-cooked meals?

And how do you see everyone with red eyes?Can't eat it?

The director did not understand, could not understand, and felt too absurd.

After the old man finished eating, he looked at what Yan Qingyue wanted to say, but in the end he did not say no, after all, Yan Qingyue had already helped make ten dishes.

After eating, he said to the old man and left.

At this time, he went to the rice field again, even pulled a few grains of rice, put it in his mouth to chew, and then spit out the chaff.

Some are full, some are not yet full.

Soon, he returned to the village and chatted with some villagers, talked about the harvest, talked about chickens and ducks, and then went to the land temple in the village.

The land temple of the village is a three- or four-square-foot brick house.

The north side against the wall, there is a case of God, there is a statue of the god of the land, the incense burner, the small wine glass and so on.

It is the center of the temple, and there is also a table.

This table is a sacrificial offering.

Yan Qing circled a circle, left with some disappointment, and then heard a sound from the sky, looked up, and saw a helicopter.

This Malay guy is coming?

The sky is a bit surprising.

Although the helicopter has not yet landed, it is not known who is sitting inside, but who is there except Malay?

For a moment, the helicopter landed on a flat ground in the village, and saw the horse coming out from the inside, followed by a bodyguard and an assistant.

The Malays wandered around the village for a while and went straight to the old man’s house.

When the Malay appeared in the old man's yard, everyone was a little boiling, and the Malay really came.

“Has the horse really come?”

Some of the staff couldn’t believe it.

Although Chef Wang, Mr. Li and others already knew that Malay might come, it was hard to believe when the Malays appeared in the yard.

"I can't believe you're here."Teacher Wu went up in surprise.

“Come to dinner.”

The Malay laughed, reached out and waved around, and asked, “Where is Mr. Yan?”Where is he?”

"I don't know, it's like going to the village."Teacher Wu paused for a moment and quickly asked the others, “Do you know where Mr. Yan has gone?”

"I don't know."

“It’s like walking around the village.”

“I see him on the terrace...”

A lot of people say there are dozens of answers.

At this time, Malay and Chef Wang, Teacher Li and others said hello, and after chatting with the director, he immediately went to the village.

When the Malay left the yard and went to the village, several stars could not help but sigh.

I'm afraid that Mr. Yan's identity is not simple.

The director is worried.

A Yan Qingyang, has been seriously affected to the shooting, and now there is a Malay, my program still needs to shoot?

Do you want to film?!

Nima, don't you go out to see the yellow calendar?

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