Chinese director, Interstellar hits episode 182

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Yu Jing likes to lie on the sofa like a lazy man when he has nothing to do. Ji Yasu has been with him for a long time and has unknowingly picked up this habit.

The soft sofa wraps around the body, soothes the tense back, and relaxes the whole person.

"Xiao Jing, is there anything you want to eat for lunch?" Ji Yasu asked him with a smile.

Yu Jing’s hobby has never changed: “Shrimp!”

Tianxuan's recording and broadcasting area is a massive video library, and all the completed videos on the site are here. Yu Jing searched the search bar above to find out all the tastes of life, and the video that came out had a small flame behind it.

When Lu Yang got off work, the three of them held bowls and started watching the recording.

In order to take care of Ji Yasu, the food on the table was very light, except for a plate of spicy chicken in front of Yu Jing.

The barrage was dense.

【Come here for the fame! Jing guides thousands of generations and unifies Tianxuan, which is just around the corner! 】

[Laughing. I received an order at one o'clock in the morning. It's a thousand at least. The problem is that the chef has taken a break. Where can I get you food? 】

[I finally ordered takeout and it turned out to be super unpalatable. After watching the show and then watching the takeout, I wanted to die instantly. 】

[Eat it like our ancestors did. There are thousands of kinds of morning tea to choose from. I can go with my family. I am so envious of the slow pace of life. 】

[Is that fat man the protagonist? Help, he’s even hungrier after eating! He is poisonous! 】

[Are you going to be so exaggerated? I don’t believe it! 】

Wu Yue has a round head and a round head but is not greasy. He loves to exercise and stay strong. Besides being a junk star, he takes food very seriously. Many comments in the comments were inspired by his eating habits.

There are also viewers who do not believe in evil and shout that they will never be greedy.

But as the video played, more and more saliva was secreted in his mouth, and his stomach began to protest accordingly.

In the end, they could only order takeout in despair.

Ji Yasu stared at the big screen, her reaction was not as exaggerated as the audience's. She really liked the fireworks in the video. Especially when the camera zooms in and shows the old people sitting in a circle under the trees in the ancient alley drinking tea and playing chess, with children running around next to them, this scene can bring out the softest side in her heart.

Seeing Ji Yasu eating mechanically, Yu Jing blinked her eyes, gently picked up the mushrooms and put them into her grandma's bowl.

Ji Yasu seemed unaware and ate slowly.

Yu Jing's eyes lit up and he continued to pick up food for her. Ji Yasu stared at the steaming steamer and unknowingly ate a bowl of rice.

After the meal, she touched her swollen belly, burped obscenely, and looked at the empty bowl in a daze.

How much did she eat?

After the meal, Yu Jing took Ji Yasu for a walk. Ji Yasu smiled and handed him the latest camera.

Yu Jing was surprised and happy: "I remember it hasn't been released yet. How did grandma buy it?"

He was still thinking about grabbing it on the day it was released. It was said that the lens was a model that was eliminated by the military satellite, and it was shockproof and anti-shake, and could also automatically track.

"It was a gift from my grandma's friend. I thought you might like it, so I accepted it."

Yu Jing chuckled and rubbed her head against Ji Yasu's shoulder: "Thank you, grandma. With this, I don't have to take off my clothes all day long. Moreover, when photographing food, you have to be exposed to oil fumes, so your clothes always feel greasy when you use them."

The camera is compact and can be put in your pocket like a pen. Yu Jing played with it for a while and couldn't put it down.

"Have the audience given you any trouble?" Ji Yasu was concerned about this issue.

Yu Jing shook his head: "I can't decide when the show will be released. They won't trouble me."

Everyone went to scold Tianxuan. Yu Jing's comment area was quiet, with only a few people lamenting that they were greedy.

In the afternoon, the doctor came over to check Ji Yasu's body. Seeing her walking in the garden in high spirits, he nodded with satisfaction and praised Lu Yang next to her: "Your grandson is very filial."

Lu Yang smiled proudly. At this moment, he was not the chairman of the group, but just an ordinary elder who liked to show off his grandson.

"Have you seen the variety show "Bai Tao of Life"? Xiaojing came up with it overnight in order to make Ya Su feel better."

The family doctor's hand shook and his smile gradually disappeared.

"What's wrong?"

The doctor pushed up his glasses and said in a calm tone: "Nothing's wrong, I just ate an extra bowl of rice without realizing it."

He has maintained his health habit for ten years!

Lu Yang always praised his grandson for being filial to everyone he met, and the reason why the show came about was also posted online.

After learning that Yu Jing filmed a variety show to make her grandma have a better appetite, the audience: "..."

You were not merciful when you kicked us into the trap.

Not only that, when they returned home, the elders watched the variety show and sighed: "Yu Jing is so filial, how different is she from my grandson/granddaughter..."

Many people were speechless and choked.

I'm so tired and don't want to live anymore.



No matter what the commotion is on the Internet, the first episode of Life’s Taste of Life is here as promised.

It's still eleven o'clock at night.

This time the audience learned wisely and ate like crazy hungry ghosts at night until every gap in their stomachs was filled, and they lay down on the sofa with belly pats in contentment.

How can you seduce them by watching a show?

You won’t want to eat when you’re full.

Lei Zhiming thought the same way. It was his father's turn to cook today. He barely ate much rice and picked up vegetables with chopsticks like crazy. When his parents were full, he even scraped the plate clean.

Lei's father was stunned and asked Lei's mother: "You didn't cook for lunch?"

Lei's mother was playing a card game with her little sisters, and she answered him casually: "No, he ate more than this at noon. The boy is already growing, so don't make a fuss and do more tomorrow."

Father Ray nodded hesitantly.

The time slowly came to half past ten. They had to go to work tomorrow. The couple took a shower and lay down on the bed to rest. Only Lei Zhiming was left in the living room.

The entire community fell silent, except for the occasional barking of a pet dog. After closing the window and dimming the wall lamp in the living room, Lei Zhiming rubbed his hands proudly.

Yesterday was an unexpected situation. He had eaten enough today and would be able to withstand the temptation.

The familiar opening song sounded on time, but the scene changed. The previous episode was about morning tea in the downtown area and the steps the chef took to make the morning tea. In this episode, the scenes are mainly about frying and frying.

A male voice that could become a broadcast host slowly echoed in the living room——

"China is a country with a long history and popular culture. It has a superior geographical location and rich natural resources. Food can reflect the unique appearance of a country. There are eight major cuisines in China..."

The picture flashed quickly, and the exquisite food disappeared in a flash. Lei Zhiming stretched his neck like a turtle begging for food, trying to see clearly what they were.

One episode passed, and Lei Zhiming finally remembered the protagonist's name, Huang Ju.

Huang Ju is a social animal who loves food and likes to visit stores in his spare time. Accompanied by the voice of explanation, he stood in front of a store.

"Dongpo Pork is a famous traditional dish of the Han people. Blanch large pieces of pork belly and cut it into pieces. Use chopsticks to test the softness of the skin. Bind it with hemp rope to prevent the meat from falling apart. Put it in a pot and simmer it slowly..."

Huang Ju ordered the food and sat down to watch eagerly. The square Dongpo Pork was brought up, and the red sauce flowed into the plate along the Dongpo Pork. The flawless white porcelain, the sugar-colored soup, a little bit with chopsticks, the smooth and elastic meat pieces turned out to be like... It swayed left and right like jelly.

Gudong——

Lei Zhiming swallowed subconsciously.

With a pinch of chopsticks, the soft and waxy Dongpo pork is divided into small pieces. The rich soup is spread on the white rice, dyeing it a light red, which is really beautiful.

Lei Zhiming: "..."

I will endure!

The explanation of magnetism continues.

"When it comes to Cantonese cuisine, I have to mention the traditional famous dish Sour Plum Duck. To make this dish well, plum sauce is the key..."

A chubby master chef chopped off half of the duck and put it in a pot to blanch. With a squeaking sound, the duck slides into the oil pan. With each spoonful of hot oil poured into it, the duck skin becomes redder and brighter, and is served with the sweet and sour plum sauce...

Lei Zhiming subconsciously wiped his saliva and covered his stomach.

He was hungry again.

Speaking of which, there is a century-old Yipin Duck in the city center, which makes sour plum duck.

In view of what happened last night, Lei Zhiming had no hope. He opened the optical computer and logged into the takeout platform, only to find that the store was actually open!

Lei Zhiming: "Hmm?"

He jumped up excitedly, quickly placed the order, and left a note: everyone in the family was asleep, so be gentle when delivering food.



The boss of Yipinya is going crazy!

The store was passed down from the grandparents, and the parents were not interested so they left it to their son.

The little boss also has a sincere personality and would rather limit the quantity than lower the quality. In line with the Buddhist motto of running a business and making money as the situation arises, the small boss sets the business hours from 8 a.m. to 8 a.m. and gives employees extended holidays during holidays.

When he opened the business this morning, he found that there were thousands of unfinished orders. The little boss was stunned and didn't figure out the whole story until he went online.

Out of curiosity, the young boss said hello to the chefs and employees in the store and decided to open the business tonight, with wages starting at five times.

It's okay at nine or ten, there are only a dozen orders.

At eleven o'clock, the alarm in the store was ringing like a fire alarm, and there was almost no pause.

"Put more sour plum sauce on No. 119. Boss, where is the remaining sour plum sauce?"

"No. 403 is served with white rice, but the white rice is gone."

"The takeaway robot is asking if the order is ready. Master, hurry up!"

The kitchen was a mess, and everyone wished they had eight hands to help. The master chef was quick and not messy, and the fried duck and chopping formed an assembly line, which was continuously delivered to the delivery robot.

When the order came to an end, even the owner of Yipin Duck had to run to the kitchen to help. He couldn't cook, so he had to put on his hat, apron and gloves, take out the duck from the clean freezer and start chopping it.

The little boss said in a weak tone: "Go and change the takeout page. Each person is limited to buying half a piece."

The employees quickly complied.

The beep kept ringing, and there were more and more robots outside the door. The little boss stretched out his hand to find something empty, and when he lowered his head, he saw that the duck in the freezer was gone.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Go to the warehouse and move two more boxes of ducks."

Box after box of ducks were moved to the counter. I touched one with my left hand and put it on the chopping board. I raised the knife with my hand and chopped the duck into two halves. The waiting staff quickly delivered the duck to the master.