Laid-off and re-employment

Gao Budong was indeed different. He spent an hour studying the recipe carefully. When Zhang Bieyu brought back the whole wheat bread and chicken breast he needed, Gao Budong watched several videos and finally realized that this thing has no technical content. conclusion.

The green vegetables should be brighter, some small tomatoes should be placed, the plate should be more beautiful, and the packaging should be more exquisite. A light meal that drives up prices is perfect for a meal.

Zhang Bieyu said it was good after seeing it, but he couldn't imagine that it was an exquisite product that a strong chef in his own local restaurant could make.

"If there are ten levels of attainment in light food, now I'm on level nine or nine." Gao Budong faced Zhang, the most legendary godfather of the local restaurant in the back kitchen, puffed out his chest and was very confident.

Zhang Bieyu asked suspiciously, "Why not directly on the tenth floor."

Gao Different didn't look sideways: "Because I want to get rid of a highest score."

It can be said that the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, modesty, was severely manipulated by Gao Butong. Zhang Bieyu was full of emotion, and patted him on the shoulder with an affirmative smile: "Continue tomorrow."

However, Gao Donghong's great success lost its color in the eyes of the diner Yan Zhuoying, who was wearing a dirty costume and chewing slowly with a light food custom-made lunch box.

There is no too much taste, no carbohydrates that make people happy, Yan Zhuoying, who is chewing vegetables, looks forward with a numb expression, but he is singing in his heart Don’t look at me, I’m just a sheep, the grass also becomes more fragrant for me Hypnotizing myself .

Zhang Bieyu sat next to him, observed his expression and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." Yan Zhuoying's idol personality nodded.

Seeing his forced smile, Zhang Bieyu frowned and coughed, holding back his desire to laugh, and said in silence for a while: "It's just as long as you like it."

When the filming of the night scene started in the evening, Yan Zhuoying felt a surge of hunger, wondering if the carbohydrate meals of the previous few days had stretched his stomach.

Yan Cheng watched him give the final guidance: "This scene is simple, with almost no lines, but your expressions and actions must have emotional expressions, and you must have the feeling that silence is better than sound at this time, do you understand?"

"Understood." Yan Zhuoying nodded.

This scene was when Liu Zhongheng was at his worst. He failed to pay his salary and was kicked out of the dormitory. He failed to find a job and couldn't afford a cheap hotel. In the end, he slept on a park bench all night cold and hungry.

Yan Zhuoying, who wears less and eats less, is almost acting in his true colors. He leans on the chair and looks up at the night, as if he is in a daze, but he is counting the meals he ate a few days ago.

One after another, the meat dishes turned into white water vegetables. The moment of sadness and the fierce pinching of the thigh made the eyes turn red.He raised his hand, rubbed his eyes and told himself not to bow his head, tears would fall.

I have to say that my emotions are really in place.

Suddenly someone passed by in front of him, and casually threw the unfinished food into the trash can next to the bench. A scent penetrated his nostrils, and Liu Zhongheng turned his head to look at the trash can.

He frowned, but his eyes did not move away from the trash can.

At this time, Yan Cheng, who was sitting on the side, stared closely at Yan Zhuoying's expression on the screen, nodded and whispered to Qi Yun, "That's the look, he grasped the point."

Just at this time, a loud belly sound suddenly came from Yan Zhuoying's body, and it was picked up by the on-site radio. Yan Zhuoying was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously covered her stomach, her brain was basically blank. There is only one sentence left——

My showbiz career may be coming to an end.

"It's amazing!" Yan Cheng didn't expect the effect to come out in an instant, and after Yan Zhuoying slowly lay down on the bench according to the script, he yelled a card with the loudspeaker, telling Yan Zhuoying that it's over.

It was the first time in his life that Yan Zhuoying should be happy, but he was still immersed in the aftertaste of his belly growling, and he condemned his unbelievable stomach in his heart.

He should have expected it since the last time he called out in Zhang Bieyu's car!However, however...

He was not defeated by Chuanxin, but by a stomach cry.

Hate, I hate so much!

"Tonight I have to stay up late to shoot a night scene. It will be Qi Yun's scene later. You should rest for a while. When it is almost dawn, you will have a scene where you wake up on a park bench."

Yan Cheng came over and saw the young man was blushing and clutching his stomach, his tone suddenly softened: "Oh, young people are thin-skinned, but there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Actors have to sacrifice a little for filming. Before Qi Yun filmed The scene in Huang Qiaoshan is still rolling in the mud and being chased by dogs to climb up the tree, what is your stomach growling?"

He reached out and patted Yan Zhuoying's shoulder, and said with some relief: "But you can think of not eating when you are hungry, and come to film this scene. It is already very good to have this awareness."

Once again, another artistic process belonging to a great director rescued Yan Zhuoying from the brink of social death.

He suddenly raised his head to look at the bald director next to him, a moon hung behind his barren head, if someone else is an atmosphere beauty, then Yan Cheng is now the atmosphere bodhisattva in Yan Zhuoying's heart.

Putting the reason behind her real hunger to the back of her mind, Yan Zhuoying firmly grasped Yan Cheng's hand twice: "It's all guided by Director Yan, if it wasn't for you to teach me plays, I wouldn't be able to make such progress at all. big."

Yan Cheng smiled, his brows suddenly wrinkled and his face drooped: "Don't flatter me, just pass it for the first time, it's best to stick to it in the future, don't beat me back to my original shape, and play some shit that doesn't make sense."

One jujube and one stick, although Yan's education method is clichéd, it works.

Yan Zhuoying returned to her seat, covered her stomach and ate two fiber biscuits quickly. She felt a little full and didn't have the desire to sing, so she stopped, and rested while reading the script.

The business scene with Qi Yun is over soon, and the dawn is coming soon. Yan Zhuoying, who is half asleep and half awake, will play the role again, and will be woken up from the bench by the sanitation workers. Facing the strange eyes of the morning exercise citizens, he is full of embarrassment and indignation Showed up.

Pass again.

Yan Zhuoying heaved a sigh of relief, and Assistant Yang at the side immediately handed Yan Zhuoying a glass of sugar-free Americano, and asked Yan Zhuoying to drink it to refresh himself: "Mr. Yan has worked hard, we will go to the hotel to rest for a few hours before coming back, there are two more at noon Your play."

"Understood." Yan Zhuoying nodded, took a sip of the American style, and immediately sobered up.

"One is a rivalry scene with King Qi, and there is another scene where you interview the waiter in the restaurant." Yang Qianming was talking, but was suddenly interrupted by Yan Zhuoying.

"What's the rivalry with the film emperor Qi? I remember that I didn't have any rivalry with him." Yan Zhuoying read the script three or four times, there shouldn't be any omissions.

Yang Qianming pushed his glasses: "It's outside the restaurant, he eats inside, you watch him eat from the window, and then..."

"Then I was almost seen by him and ran away. Then I saw that the restaurant was recruiting waiters, so I went into the restaurant and asked if I could." Zhang Bieyu looked at Yang Qianming and said seriously: "Mingming, not even a single line can't count as a rivalry."

"But if you have eye contact, it's still a rivalry." Yang Qianming said that as Yan Zhuoying's assistant, she just wanted to carry him to the end.

Yan Zhuoying hesitated to speak, but finally the heavy sleepiness in his mind defeated him, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's all right, go back to the hotel to take off your make-up and sleep."

After a few hours of simple rest, Yan Zhuoying returned to the set, and his lunch was delivered by Zhang Bieyu, still the same light food in the same box.

The difference is that there are two more eggs in it, and the chicken breast becomes quinoa rice.

Zhang Bieyu lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "You didn't feel like you were full yesterday, and the quinoa rice served you a little bit more."

Yan Zhuoying smiled at his thoughtfulness, but even so, some food was eaten, but it was still the same as not eating, and the psychological comfort it could bring was almost nothing.

The noon scene started filming soon, and Yan Zhuoying, who was standing outside the restaurant window, looked at Qi Yun in a suit and leather shoes inside the restaurant, and saw him holding a dangling red wine glass, and swallowed hard.

But after the people inside looked over, he was about to walk away quickly, but when he saw the recruitment notice posted on the window of the restaurant, he couldn't help but stop.

At the end of a long shot, the assistant director stood up and shouted a card, gestured OK to Yan Zhuoying, beckoned the scene manager to move things to change the scene, and start the next scene quickly.

After the last scene of the first round of the interview scene was over, Yan Cheng, who had rested, returned to the set. He watched it for a while, and then called Yan Zhuoying to do it again with a loudspeaker.

It took a total of three times before Yan Cheng said that Zhuoying had passed. Seeing his dizzy eyes, he waved his hand and told him to go back to the hotel and rest quickly, and don't be an eyesore here.

Tomorrow is mainly for Huo Hongyun and Qi Yun's scenes, and it has nothing to do with Yan Zhuoying. He can finally have a good rest and give himself a little vacation.

After returning to the hotel, Yan Zhuoying took a shower and lay on the bed, struggling in his mind whether to order a takeaway to do something sinful, when the phone rang, reminding him of new news.

Picking it up, I found that it was a greeting text message from Zhao Xingxing. The implication was to find out how he was thinking.

After a few words of politeness, Yan Zhuoying dragged his words and played a few rounds of Tai Chi with Zhao Xingxing, barely coping with it.Throwing the phone away, he closed his eyes, and when he was drowsy, he heard someone talking outside.

After hearing Zhang Bieyu's voice, he turned over and sat up.

The meal is here.

But remembering that big fish and big meat had become a light meal, he fell back again.

Outside, Zhang Bieyu delivered the meal to Assistant Yang first, and after letting her look at Yan Zhuoying's light food through the transparent cover, Zhang Bieyu knocked on the door.

Yan Zhuoying came over to open the door for him, turned on the light and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's six o'clock." Zhang Bieyu handed over the lunch box, sat down on a chair beside him, looked at him with a smile and asked, "I came a little late today, am I hungry?"

"Fortunately."

That is to say, hovering on the edge of starvation madness for a while.

Yan Zhuoying opened the lunch box with a smile, and inserted the chopsticks into the quinoa rice. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He turned the rice inside up, and suddenly a smell of meat rushed into his nostrils. Meat!

Yan Zhuoying subconsciously looked at Zhang Bieyu, saw him take off his sunglasses and smiled at herself, and said softly, "Filming has been hard work."