Live broadcast: My leisurely life on the island

All the coveted hearts caused by food can find the best outlet here, and all the emotions of homesickness, nostalgia, and homesickness can be put in the warmest and most appropriate place here.

Most people's feelings about food are nostalgia, nostalgia, and nostalgia for the taste of childhood.

From the migration of individual lives, to the exchange and transportation of ingredients, from the evolution of cooking methods to the flow of life and destiny, the hasty pace of people and food never stops.

The ancient occupations and long legends are being harvested by the machines one after another.

Zhang Heng was lying on the beach, and every word he said was full of philosophy in the ordinary and thought-provoking.

In the entire live broadcast room, there was no sound, except for the non-stop likes, even the subtitles were frozen.

Kidney pain, these big names in the comedy world, also looked up at the starry sky, and seemed to have found a sympathy and comfort in the busy half of their lives.

Half a lifetime of wandering, bringing a rich family business, full of children and grandchildren, walking the footsteps of a lifetime, the starting point, the end point, in the final analysis, is the place where the home is. This is the belief that the Chinese people have upheld for thousands of years, simple but powerful.

Life is like lighting a fire, life is like cooking.

Whether we like it or not, life is always urging us to move forward.People pack up, set off, trek, settle down, wherever they stop, there will be a stove ignited.

East and West, Jiangnan and Saibei.The migration of people has led to the meeting of food, and the separation and separation of food has witnessed the gathering and parting of people.

The sea breeze blows, like a virgin's shy jade hand, after touching it, it is slowly retracted.

In the sky, there are stars, and the moonlight is sprinkled on the yellowed sandy beach, like the fluorescence of a summer night.

The weak flame is burning heartily under the iron pot, like a contemporary poet.

Every day I overdraw my life, just to pursue the warmth and three meals of that family.

In the live broadcast room, someone finally typed a subtitle.

"Why did the people who scumbag me back then couldn't even keep up with the bottom of the scumbag's trousers?"

"Scumbag, I have been scumbag by you in this life, and I will die with no regrets."

"Scumbag, please accept my knees, even if I learn a little bit from you, I can choose women in this world."

"Don't look at the appearance, it's all deceiving."

"Besides being handsome, I only have talent. This world has treated me too unfairly."

Zhang Heng waved his hand at the camera, looking hopeless.

But now he is happy in his heart. The big gift package of the system not only gave him the skills of a top chef, but also gave him so many literary words.

And the lethality was so great that he was taken aback.

"If I can be more ordinary, I will have a lot less troubles."

"Please take back my handsomeness and talent, and let me concentrate on cooking."

Zhang Heng stood up and bowed deeply to the hopeless starry sky.

"Scumbag, you are not human."

"Scumbag, are you really okay?"

"Killing is nothing but nodding, how do you want us to live?"

"Give a reward, and wake up this man with a gift."

The sky was full of gifts, and the fans swiped like chicken blood, not for anything else, they just wanted Zhang Heng to shut up.

What he said was really shocking.

"Since you can't hear my complaints, then I can only cook with my heart."

"One porridge and one meal are hard to come by, and one drink and one peck are full of bitterness and sweetness."

"A successful chef depends not only on his handsome face and outstanding talent, but also on his solid experience."

"I started a fire at the age of three, cooked at the age of five, and cooked at the age of seven. It has been more than [-] years since then."

Zhang Heng took out a two-meter-long sea bass, put it on the chopping board, and spoke eloquently.

"Scumbag, please shut up."

"A good meal is called martial arts by you."

"In the next sentence, should you say that the family is in trouble, your fiancée leaves you, you swing your sword to the sky, and shout, don't bully the young and poor?"

"Don't guess what's on a man's mind, you won't be able to guess it right."

Zhang Heng waved his hand, secretly delighted, he didn't expect that among these fans there were also some experts.

It seems that when bragging in the future, we should use some new words.

"Wasting time is tantamount to wasting life. There are some things that only those who have experienced them will understand."

"Ado."

Zhang Heng raised his head, stared blankly for a few seconds, and then said something that made people laugh and cry.

Take the pot and heat the oil.

Join the fountain of life!
Onion, ginger, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, if possible, add some authentic soybean paste...

After throwing a lot of seasoning into the pot, everyone in the live broadcast room was dumbfounded.

Lord Zha's changes are too fast, one second he was thinking about life, and the next second he was already cooking.

And this method is too unique, some fans from New Oriental also looked at it for a long time but couldn't tell which cuisine it is.

"Scumbag, can you tell me the cuisine that this recipe belongs to."

"It should be revealed that this is a skill other than the eight major cuisines."

"If you have the right way, you don't let it out, but for me, fans and I are like brothers and sisters. I would like to share this secret recipe with you."

"Next, grab your pen and paper, please listen carefully."

"Everything stewed in Northeast China can be stewed!"

puff……

Everything can be stewed?
The first thing I couldn't bear was the kidney pain.

He is a native of the Northeast, and grew up eating stews from his hometown, but this is the first time he has heard that everything can be stewed.

"Dahengzi, I suggest you follow me to film."

"If you don't go, it's really a waste of talent."

Seeing Zhang Heng's operation, the four heavenly kings really sighed.

"Hey, Yuan Hua, can you improvise a poem based on Zhang Heng's current operation?"

"Swipe up!"

"District Chief Yuan, please."

As soon as the suggestion of kidney pain was mentioned, it immediately received a response from the fans in the live broadcast room.

Everyone clamored, wanting to see how Yuan Hua described Zhang Heng.

"This is really difficult!"

Yuan Hua frowned and didn't dare to answer.

"Brother Hua, I believe in your talent. Come and compose a poem for my hard-working life as a commemoration. Many years later, when people see this poem, they will also remember that there was once a man with both talent and appearance, named It's called Zhang Heng."

"Brother Hua, sit down quickly, or the scumbag is about to float up."

"Brother Hua, please write a poem to bring him back to his original form."

"Then I'll try."

With long hair fluttering, Yuan Hua took another step slowly.

At the third step, he had already walked in front of the iron pot, and he breathed a sigh of relief, it was really fragrant.

The scum, the scum, the scum, the air.

Stewed chicken stewed duck stewed sea bass.

Hahaha!
Wonderful, wonderful.

Brother Hua is domineering!

Brother Hua's talent has not diminished.

In today's world, only you can fight the scumbag.

"Yuan Hua, you have really seen through Dahengzi, and you have summed it up well."

"I have a suggestion, Lao Xu, your God of Medicine is pretty good, or let's make a scumbag, and the character design has been thought out, so use Dahengzi as the prototype."

"Exactly what I want!"

"I acted with zero pay!"

"As long as the movie is released, I will never owe you movie tickets."

"That's a good proposition, but I would like to add one more word."

"Handsome scumbag!"