Four o'clock in the morning. The rolling shutter door turned up, and the Ping An store quietly opened. An iron pot was set up at the door. After a while, the boiling water rolled and thick white mist rose, and dozens of kilograms of fried silver carp were poured in.
Under the dim yellow light, figures were busy walking in and out of the small store. Ten minutes later. The first batch of customers came to the store. Some were old people who got up early, some were drivers who worked late at night, and some were employees who had just gotten off work.
But today they discovered something different about the store. Several people carrying cameras were surrounding Hao Pingan to take pictures.
They all cast curious glances, but tacitly agreed not to ask. They ordered the dishes familiarly. Seeing that Ping An was a little busy, several old customers took the initiative to help fill the soup and serve the dishes, and finally ate their own portions. .
The staggered figures sitting on the plastic stools made the light much softer. Seeing this scene, Zhou Ping smiled knowingly and led his assistant to the guest table.
"What do you think of the fish soup noodles here?" The camera focused on a young man who was watching a short video on his mobile phone. He was a little surprised, and then smiled: "I think it's very good. The fish soup is delicious, and the noodles are chewy and refreshing. I come here to eat every day." After a while, the camera focused on a couple again.
"Hello, are you locals from Binhai?" The couple looked at each other, and Yunan said, "No, we went to school in Binhai."
"Oh! Are you used to fish noodle soup?" Zhou Ping asked curiously.
"Of course. I originally thought the noodle soup would be very fishy, but it turned out not to be fishy at all. It's very fragrant." The girl smiled and said, "If you are not used to the strong aroma, you can wait for Ping An's third pot of fish soup. The flavor of that pot will be better." I’ll be more righteous later.”
"It seems that the evaluation is very good." The assistant smiled.
"That's right, Ping An is very attentive in everything he does." The old man at the next table was speaking. In addition to the noodles, he also ordered a plate of braised dried beans and a small drink.
He pointed at the menu on the wall and said, "In addition to noodles, there are also fried dough sticks, soy milk, wontons, etc. There are so many choices." The old man was still more discerning and knew to take the opportunity to promote Ping An's store more. .
Zhou Ping and the thin assistant looked at each other and smiled. Next, the camera slowly turns to the protagonist, a man wrapped in a cartoon apron.
Holding bamboo chopsticks in his hand, he carefully put the strips of dough into the oil pan for frying. After a while, crispy and golden fried dough sticks emerged from the oil.
"Peace." A soft call. Despite this, Hao Ping'an was still startled, and the laughter of the guests suddenly sounded outside the camera.
Immediately, Ping An glanced at the camera curiously, remembering what Li Kui told him yesterday, he raised a bright smile and waved.
An innocent and childlike smile. Spotless, a smile that shouldn't appear at this age. The shooting proceeds in an orderly manner.
The story between the customer and the store, the story between people, this is the spark that Director Zhou wants to create.
Opposite of the road. Under the gradually dimming street lights, a slanting shadow was drawn. Li Kui crossed his arms and looked at the scene in the store with a smile.
Suddenly, the shadows under my feet boiled like boiling water, and I was shocked to see two ordinary people.
The "man" rises from the shadows.
"From now on, you two will be employees of the store. If anything happens, please report to me in time." Li Kui moved his lips and gave an order indifferently: "When the filming is over, you can go in and help." Since Xu Zhao said to the store He took it seriously when it came to recruiting employees.
Usually there is only Hao Pingan in the store. Hao Kaixin is at school except for holidays, Saturdays and Sundays. It is really not enough to rely on Pingan alone.
Thoughts came and went, and Li Kui soon came up with an idea. That is to let your subordinates work there, which is both reliable and reassuring!
The two Nether Legion soldiers took off their armor and put on ordinary clothes. They were disguised by magic. Apart from their expressionless faces, there was nothing weird about them.
On the other hand, now that the Tiger Talisman is in his hands, the Netherworld Legion naturally belongs to him. Compared with before, the number of elite warriors today has been greatly reduced, but there are still nearly a thousand.
The two soldiers nodded silently and did not speak. At this moment, a small truck drove in from the intersection and stopped on the side of the road.
I saw Xu Zhao jumping out of the passenger seat, calling for people to move the fruits and vegetables to the store, and then eagerly watched the filming of the show with a curious look on his face.
"Xu Zhao."
"Good morning, Director Zhou." Zhou Ping was wearing a vest today and had curly hair. He was quite artistic.
He took out the cigarette case from his coat pocket and handed one to Xu Zhao, who waved his hand: "Director Zhou, I don't smoke."
"It's better if you don't smoke." Zhou Ping smiled nonchalantly, pinched the shell of his ear with his backhand, and asked curiously: "Xu Zhao, are you working in Ping An's store now?" Since he started observing Ping An's store, he found that Xu Zhao comes here every day, but he always wears different clothes every time he comes. Sometimes he wears work clothes from a fast food restaurant, and sometimes he wears a doll suit.
"No, I just come here to help occasionally." Xu Zhao looked around for a moment, pointed at Li Kui not far away with a smile and said, "Brother Kui is my boss, and he and Ping An are good friends. He was on a business trip some time ago, and I spent my free time Come and help.”
"You are really good people." After hearing Xu Zhao's words, Zhou Ping said from the bottom of his heart. In today's impetuous world, how many people can do this for their friends? This kind of friendship is really rare.
"Hey, I just do what I can, it's nothing." Xu Zhao rubbed his nose and smiled shyly.
Zhou Ping said, "May I ask what you do?" Xu Zhao glanced at him twice and said bluntly, "Arranging the relics is to help the deceased organize the relics."
"Oh, sorting out the relics." Zhou Ping nodded thoughtfully, and then said with a smile: "Among the people I know, this is the first time I have seen a friend who does work in this field."
"Hey, I like this job very much." Xu Zhao tilted his head to look at the customers in the store and smiled slightly: "It's a very meaningful job." There seemed to be a different kind of light in his eyes.
Zhou Ping saw this and turned to look at Li Kui under the street lamp, silently thinking about another thing in his heart.
.........The early morning time always flies by. In a blink of an eye, it was past seven o'clock, and more and more customers were in the shop, and they began to sit down at the small tables outside the shop.
The cold steel jungle becomes full of life and noise with the flow of people and vehicles.
"Give way, give way." The little electric donkey squeezed through the crowd like a loach.
"Brother Zhou, the filming is done." The thin assistant ran over and said, "The rest... just come over tomorrow and take more shots."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Zhou Ping patted his assistant on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'm treating you today. You can take the others to find a place to sit down and eat."
"Hey, the iron rooster is plucking its feathers today!" The thin assistant raised his eyebrows, turned around and shouted, "Brothers, Brother Zhou is treating us today, so hurry up and order whatever you want!"
"Okay!" Several people in the filming team burst into cheers.
"These little rabbits." Zhou Ping smiled and shook his head, then found a secluded corner, took out his mobile phone, opened the address book, and made a call.
Beep...beep...
"Hello, who's there?" A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Oh, you stayed up late again?" Zhou Ping understood instantly when he heard the voice, and immediately joked: "I, Zhou Ping!"
"Brother Zhou, who did I think was calling me?" The man's voice suddenly became weaker: "I've been working overtime in the editing room these days, and I almost died."
