There were many employees busy working, just like on a set. Yu Qian was the host and had serious business to do. He sat down on a chair and took out his manuscript to familiarize himself with it.
To put it simply, just take a video.
The name is "One Meal".
Through the cooking and dialogue between the old and the young, a positive energy is conveyed. The young one is called Pan Pan, and the old one is called Zheng Xiusheng. Yu Qian really knows Zheng Xiusheng.
He is 49 years old, a chef at a Beijing hotel, and a master of cooking.
In 1999, the 50th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Capital Hotel held an event to restore the "First Banquet of the Founding of the People's Republic of China", hosted by Zheng Xiusheng.
Yu Qian loves to cook, so when he heard that the chef was invited to come over, he agreed.
Of course, what he didn't know was that a few years later, Zheng Xiusheng took charge of the catering work for Olympic guests, as well as catering services for major national events, and later served as a consultant for the Winter Olympics.
Unfortunately, he passed away before the opening of the Winter Olympics at the age of 67.
After he retired, he and several chefs created an account called "Lao Fangu" to teach people how to cook online, which became very popular - you can see what food bloggers are like!
After waiting for a while, Pan Pan came over.
Not long after, Zheng Xiusheng arrived on his bicycle. He was short and squat, with a plump and cheerful face, and he was very friendly.
He was thinking about filming a program and posting it online, maybe making a small fuss, but he was shocked when he walked in the door.
Good guy, we hired a big yard, with more than a dozen staff waiting, and the most expensive equipment, just like shooting a movie - the cost is much higher than Zhu Tiantian.
"Teacher Zheng, hello, hello!"
"No, no, I'm not a teacher, just call me Lao Zheng."
"No, no, at least call me Uncle Zheng."
"Okay! If you don't think you are inferior, just call me."
Zheng Xiusheng is 50 years old, so calling him uncle is not too much. He said to Qian: "I've heard you talk about cross talk. It's often played on the radio. What's your partner's name..."
"Guo Degang!"
"Oh, yes, I will go to your teahouse to listen to it when I have time. It's really good."
Then, Yu Qian brought Pan Pan over. The little chubby girl was extremely nervous. Zheng Xiusheng smiled with a Buddha-like look on his face and even shook hands. As soon as they shook hands, he knew that this kid often cooks.
When we met for the first time, we didn’t say anything. We went through the shooting process first.
Zheng Xiusheng often went abroad to participate in exchange activities and had seen big scenes, but he really didn't understand it today.
There are no words, no sensational script, just cooking and chatting. What kind of energy can this convey?
While I was getting ready, the sun was setting in the afternoon.
The sunshine was soft but not strong, which was a good time. A battle array was set up in the yard, with several tables forming a semicircle, two stoves, and three photography cameras, each focusing on one person.
Zhang Yin was outside the venue, taking photos of her private room with her camera.
The show starts filming.
From the moment Yu Qian entered the hospital, Balabala did a stand-up to explain the theme of the show. Then Zheng Xiusheng and Pan Pan came in, and Yu Qian greeted them and introduced them again.
"I can't be called a master. I've only been in the industry for a long time and have some small achievements. I came here today to hear that I have a child. Hey, come on..."
Zheng Xiusheng was not afraid at all, and even knew how to find a camera for Pan Pan, so he pulled her over and said: "There is a child who really likes cooking. I posted it online and many viewers liked it.
I don’t know how to surf the Internet, but I am very curious about this novel way. Today we, the old and the young, will work together to cook a dish for everyone.”
Pan Pan was nervous, so Yu Qian asked: "Then I'm the one who does it. What are we going to do today?"
"It's summer, and the weather is getting hotter. Let's start with an old-fashioned watermelon soup to relieve the heat. How about some eggplant noodles as a staple?"
"Oh, watermelon juice, I tasted it when I was a kid, but I haven't seen pure watermelon juice in a few years."
"This is an old sweet drink in Beijing. There are not many on the market now. If there is, they won't use watermelon for you. It's troublesome. Add some coloring, saccharin or something. Can the taste be right?"
"Yes, it's a good meal today. I also miss the taste of my childhood."
Zheng Xiusheng loved to talk, not to mention Yu Qian, the two of them didn't take any words off the floor when they chatted.
"Come on, kid, let's do it together!"
Zheng Xiusheng kept holding Pan Pan, asking her to wash and dice some eggplants, and asked casually: "Do you know how to pick eggplants?"
"If you pick a light eggplant, it means it has too many seeds and is old."
Pan Pan now feels confident when it comes to shopping for groceries.
"Yes, you should buy light eggplants."
Zheng Xiusheng paid to do the show, but he also had to look at the people. When he saw that this kid was nice and enthusiastic, he shouted at the same time: "Teacher Yu, please pour some oil!"
"Come here, please don't call me Teacher Yu, just Yu Qian."
"Then I won't be polite?"
"I'm afraid you'll be too polite!"
"Yu Qian, cut the meat!"
"Yu Qian, shoot the garlic!"
"Yu Qian, cut out the watermelon!"
Good guy, Teacher Yu is running around and sweating all over.
Cooking two dishes at the same time was a trivial matter to Zheng Xiusheng. He stir-fried the eggplant in his hand and asked Pan Pan to chop the ingredients, and told him: "Boil the agar!"
"Which one is agar?"
"This this!"
Yu Qian took the pot and showed it to the camera. There was something like white fungus inside, and said: "This thing is for making jelly and eight-treasure porridge, right?"
"That's right, it's carrageenan and Gelidium. After being refined, it turns into agar. Do you understand that?"
"You know a little bit about it, but you can do nothing if you have nothing to do."
Yu Qian knew a little about it and was extremely skilled with his hands. According to Zheng Xiusheng's instructions, he boiled the agar and poured it into the watermelon juice, then stirred evenly and skimmed off the foam.
Pour the ruddy color into several small bowls.
Put it in the freezer of the refrigerator, freeze it for ten minutes, and then boil the sugar.
After they finished stir-frying the eggplants, they started stir-frying the diced pork. The old man and the young boy gradually cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding. Zheng Xiusheng was talking while doing it, and he was very meticulous, all of which were basic skills.
"Look, why do you cut the meat into bigger pieces?"
"It will become smaller once you stir-fry it."
"Yeah, right!"
Pan Pan gradually became less nervous. This is because he is in the field he is good at, and ordinary people will have confidence.
After a while, two dishes were ready, a large plate of eggplant noodles, and three small bowls of watermelon syrup topped with sugar sauce.
In the end room, three people sit down and start eating!
"You need vinegar and garlic to eat noodles. This vinegar is added, hey! It's amazing!"
"Try the watermelon juice, oh!"
"A cool air and the smell of mint hit my throat. It tastes much better than watermelon. It tastes just like my childhood, so it's authentic!"
Pan Pan became more and more relaxed, and he could make a joke from time to time. Three people from the capital, which can be regarded as three generations of old, middle and young, had to dig out the whole city's roads after a meal, leaving only the authentic ones.
Zhang Yin couldn't stop laughing, and Yao Yuan gestured to Yu Qian, "It's enough to eat, but you're talking about words, you're talking about words!"
Oh yes!
Yu Qian almost forgot that words are the key, pointing to the theme of sublimation.