"That's not right, director. Isn't it supposed to reflect the style of the countryside? In the past seven years, there hasn't been anyone who wore such clean and beautiful clothes. '
"And that mother of mine, Zhou Yun, is she here to play my mother or my sister? At first glance, she looks even younger than me."
"I say, Director, this isn't some unspoken rule in the industry, right?"
Jiang Wen kicked Qin Guan with his foot. "I don't need unspoken rules in my film. They were sent by three investment companies to take care of the needs of everyone."
"We can't make a bad film. It doesn't match the beautiful scenery. Why are you complaining when I tell you to dress nicely? Hurry up and get ready! "
A wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him. Qin Guan hurried to their house, which was the bamboo house they had lived in in the movie.
A prop team member put a ladder in front of Qin Guan. It was an important prop for the beginning of the film.
The assistant helped Zhou Yun climb up the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village. Jiang Wen turned on the camera and ordered the assistant and the cameraman to start shooting.
"The story of the banyan tree, scene one. Three, two, action!"
Qin Guan was the only one left in front of the camera, who had already retreated. He looked confused.
"Qin Guan, your mother is climbing the tree again!" A kind-hearted villager informed the young man and handed him a ladder made of bamboo.
Holding the ladder under his armpit, he ran towards the entrance of the village like a gust of wind, worried about his mother who had suddenly gone crazy.
The cameraman was a nimble young man. He ran along with Qin Guan and got a clear picture of his expression.
With a little bit of disbelief, anxiety, and helplessness, he ran toward the direction of his only family member in this world with the responsibility that he had just established as a young man.
Qin Guan's house was not far from the entrance of the village. It was only a few dozen meters.
He placed the ladder on the trunk of the tree and jumped up like a nimble monkey. Jang Wen, who had been observing the scene, was very satisfied with his performance.
"Good! Cut! Change your clothes! Let's do it again! "
Why did he have to do it again? It was because Zhou Yun had climbed the tree more than once.
In order to express his determination to save his mother again and again, he had to change his clothes.
This kind of situation was not uncommon. Most of the scenes were filmed on the branches of the big banyan tree, so the necessary continuous running scenes were spent in the process of changing clothes and makeup.
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia After work, Qin Guan looked at the big round table in the middle of the village speechlessly. The farm dishes must have been the result of the film crew's exploitation.
Every dish here was the specialty of the Hani people and the delicacies of the ethnic minorities in Yunnan. It looked, smelled, and tasted great in front of the group of people who had been working for a whole morning.
Qin Guan didn't care about his image anymore. He glanced at the bamboo stool that Wang Liying had put there for him and sat down quickly.
He didn't even have time to take a sip of the local Pu'er tea to moisten his throat. Instead, he started to eat the most special dish.
Because at this time, the strong men of the director team, who were as fierce as wolves and tigers, had already started to fight after tasting the taste of the food.
If Qin Guan didn't seize the opportunity, there would only be half a chicken left on the table. In the end, the one who ate the chicken would have to sigh at the sight of the meat.
Speaking of chicken, the first thing that came to mind in Hani was Hani Chicken Dip.
Logically speaking, dipping water was only used as a seasoning in a small corner of the dining table in Chinese cuisine all over the country. It was a sour and spicy taste in the mouths of those who ate it.
This was a clever solution that China found difficult to reconcile.
Only Yunnan's dipping sauce was so sumptuous that it could be treated as an individual delicacy.
On the contrary, the square chicken in the middle of the table became the background of the splendid Hani dipping water.
That's right, Hani's dipping sauce consisted of red, green, yellow, and white. The color combination was dazzling, and the ingredients were colorful.
The dipping water here was not only made with the most common seasonings such as salt, chili, and natural plant spices.
It also added peppermint, catnip, garlic, Chinese toon, and many other flavorful vegetables into the huge white porcelain bowl. It picked them when they were the most green, mixed them with the Hani tribe's special black bean, cut them into fine pieces, and mashed them.
In this way, no matter what kind of meat was being cooked, he would use the old method of turning the soup into the original food. He would pour the thick broth left over from the cooked meat into the stirred dipping water.
Just like that, a bowl of basic Yunnan dip was completed.
Why Yunnan dipping water and not Hani dipping water? That was because the Hani tribe was most famous for their chicken dip.
On top of the most traditional dipping operation, they added their own treatment.
After that, he cut a cooked egg into several pieces and carefully processed all the edible internal organs in the chicken's body.
Chicken liver, chicken gizzards, chicken intestines, as well as the chicken blood released by the most vigorous rooster, minced chicken, fragrant and soft eggs, together with the taste of the bath dip.
Putting aside the big bowl of clear chicken soup, just the bowl of honey chicken dipping water was enough to make a strong man eat 80% full.
This was the attraction of the Hani Village in Yunnan, and it was also the target of the people at the table.
He handed an empty bowl to Wang and put half of the chicken soup into their bowls together, as if there was no one else around.
Only then did he calmly join in the fight for dipping in the water.
Affected by the humidity in the southwest, the people who lived here brought the style of Southeast Asian hot and spicy cuisine. Red chilli peppers, steeped sour broth, and large sesame seeds were the unique charm of Southwest cuisine.
The most delicious part of the dipping water was the egg yolk, which had absorbed the broth, and the chicken intestines, which were the thinnest and chewiest.
Qin Guan helped Wang Liying put some rice into her bowl before he started his first trip to Yunnan.
Wang Liying was moved to tears. For the first time, she understood Qin Guan's dedication to delicious food after tasting the ordinary egg in his bowl.
This egg yolk originally only had the fragrance of eggs. When eaten, many people would dislike it for being too dry and soft, and even classify it into the category of not eating.
However, the egg yolk in Wang Liying's bowl was no longer a low-grade egg yolk. It had been sublimated by the broth.
The original taste of the chicken soup, the saltiness of the fermented black bean, the sour and spicy broth, and the soft aroma of the mashed vegetables and sesame seeds. Such a complex taste made people feel moved to tears.
Qin Guan ate quickly, not forgetting to tease the young manager. "It's just a meal. Why are you crying?"
Wang Liying hurriedly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to cover up her tears. "No, it's my first time eating hot and sour Yunnan dipping water. I didn't expect it to be so strong."
"I know what to do at this time!" Qin Guan pushed the tofu on the table towards Wang. "Try this. The tofu is slightly fermented, so it doesn't have hair or stink. It'll be golden brown on both sides, and it'll be soft and crisp. It'll be nice to reduce the spiciness of the dipping water. "
Look! She's so good at eating!
With a little bit of devotion to food, and a little bit of devotion to the wisdom of the masses.
The whole crew welcomed the shooting in the afternoon happily.
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