Duan Yihong's greeting caused the entire crew to burst into laughter. Director Kang Honglei helplessly pointed at her beloved general downstairs, speechless.
In that atmosphere, Qin Guan got closer to the actors, who had joined the cast first and had become good friends with him.
A relationship known as comradeship was quietly being established between them.
This kind of friendship, which was different from the past, also sped up the filming of the whole TV series.
Because of their chemistry, and also because of their mood.
Only the producer and director of the TV series could sense his rising mood.
Qin Guan was the main investor of the film. Even if the Huayi Brothers were included, Qin Guan was still the main investor.
Apart from renting scenes from the army and hiring extras for field training, the ordinary scenes didn't cost much. Soon, Qin Guan couldn't smile anymore.
Early winter left and spring arrived. The crew could finally film this group of people in one go without any scruples and undergo inhumane special training at Old A.
Wood resistance, shooting training, long-distance running, cross-country kayaking, and mud obstacle courses.
These military training programs were perfectly reflected in the camera through the actors' actions.
At this time, the Best Actor Halo was no longer of any use, and the Retentive Memory skill could not withstand the attacks of the mud and rain.
Under the sun, all the members had bronze skin. Qin Guan, who had never been so tanned before, had short hair and a rustic aura about him.
Because his skin was more sensitive than other men's, his neck and chest were often in a state of red sunburn.
This made Wu Zhe's image of a scholarly soldier appear even more vivid in the camera.
Finally, Duan Yihong realized the plan he had wanted to implement ever since Qin Guan had joined the crew.
Let the Best Actor experience the style of a modern soldier.
As Old A's instructor, he had a unique advantage. He didn't have to do the shooting himself. When Qin Guan rolled around in the mud, he was still in charge of spraying water in front of the camera.
That's right, a high-pressure faucet for military use.
It mercilessly sprayed high-intensity water spray at the few actors who had been eliminated in the mud pit.
Director Kang Honglei, who was behind the camera, saw a lot of emotions.
Pleasure, happiness, contentment.
It was as if this scene today had fulfilled Comrade Duan's lifelong obsession.
Who has used water to moisturize the Best Actor?
I've done it before.
He had no regrets in this life.
Qin Guan had climbed out of the pit with great difficulty, but he had nothing left to live for.
There was only one thought in his mind right now. It wasn't past lunchtime in the cafeteria, right?
That's right, these people were riding on the coattails of the military. Naturally, they had to follow the rules of the military.
However, the military canteen was not the same as the night clubs in the city. They could find a place to fill their stomachs within 24 hours.
They closed the cafeteria on time. Supper? What was that?
Naturally, the filming of a TV series could not be done at a fixed time. There would always be delays, so the military canteen became their only hope.
The taste of ready-to-eat food was not good for Qin Guan, who valued food above all else. Now that the scene was over, a hot meal would be his real salvation.
The crew members had a tacit understanding of one another. As soon as Director Kang's voice stopped, they didn't even bother looking at each other. Instead, they all ran in the same direction as fast as they could.
I'm coming to the cafeteria.
In fact, eating at the cafeteria was not a rare thing, but on Tuesday of every week, it was a little different from other times.
On Tuesday, there was a treasure of the military cookhouse, called meatballs and buns.
The chef had to be a northerner, as he had made the best steamed buns.
The skin of the bun was soft and delicious. The dough was soft but not sticky. It carried the unique aroma of pasta. The air holes in the middle of the bun skin could be seen clearly. Waves of hot wheat fragrance came out of the sealed bun.
The only thing that could prove that the chef was a northerner was the size of the buns.
Qin Guan had never seen such a big steamed bun before.
Perhaps only in the Shandong province could one see such a big steamed bun.
A standard military field lunch box. The size of the lunch box's lid should be big enough. The buns in the canteen were even bigger than the lunch box's lid.
Let me ask you, isn't that scary?
If it was a delicate girl... No, girls could eat more than men nowadays.
If it was an ordinary person, he would be full after eating a bun.
If it was an ordinary person, they would probably think that such a big bun was made of dough. Could it be that the stuffing inside was the kind of pocket-sized meatball that they hadn't eaten half of before they had eaten half of it?
The third feature of the bun was that the meatball was big and solid.
The meat stuffing here wasn't as delicate as the xiaolongbao we usually ate. It was made with finely chopped scallions mixed with a 3: 7 ratio of fat to lean meat stuffing. It wasn't too finely chopped, and it even had the unique fiber of pork. The large pieces were mixed together, seasoning was mixed, and finally, a kitchen staff with strong hands rolled it into a palm-sized ball. This was the most original meat stuffing in a steamed bun.
After being steamed at a high temperature, the original juice in the meat would be squeezed out and absorbed by the tough and thick skin of the steamed bun.
If it was a slightly thinner skin or a steamed bun, it would either drown the entire army, or the skin of the steamed bun would be bulging from being soaked in juice. It would be impossible to eat at all.
But now, the big buns that came out of the pot were all white and plump, full of fragrance. Their round faces were plump like beauties, full of temptation at all times.
"Hey! The one in front, hurry up! "
"Brother Qin, have you made up your mind?"
There was no distinction between seniors and juniors in front of the special Tuesday buns. All eyes were on the main character of the day, the big steamed bun.
Standing at the window, Qin Guan watched as the steamer, which was bigger than a man's arm around, was opened. Steam filled the windows in an instant.
The cookhouse soldiers, whose faces were gleaming with oil, were shrouded in this kind of atmosphere and became more mysterious.
His mood inexplicably became better.
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