The rolling shutter door turned up and the Ping An store quietly opened.
An iron pot was set up at the door. After a while, the boiling water rolled and thick white mist rose. Then dozens of kilograms of deep-fried silver carp were poured in.
Under the dim yellow light, figures were busy walking in and out of the small store.
Ten minutes later.
The first batch of customers came to the store. Some were old people who got up early, some were drivers who worked late at night, and some were employees who had just gotten off work. But today they discovered something different about the small store.
Several people carrying cameras were surrounding Hao Pingan to take pictures.
They all cast curious glances, but tacitly agreed not to ask. They ordered the dishes familiarly. Seeing that Ping An was a little busy, several old customers took the initiative to help fill the soup and serve the dishes, and finally ate their own portions.
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The interlaced figures sitting on the plastic stools made the light much softer.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Ping smiled knowingly and led his assistant to the guest table.
"What do you think of the fish noodle soup here?"
The camera focused on a young man who was watching a short video on his mobile phone. He was a little surprised, and then smiled and said: "I think it's very good. The fish soup is delicious and the noodles are chewy and refreshing. I have to come here to eat it every day."
After a while, the camera focused on a couple again.
"Hello, are you Binhai locals?"
The couple looked at each other, and Yunan said, "No, we went to school in Binhai."
"Oh! Are you used to fish noodle soup?"
Zhou Ping asked curiously.
"Of course. I originally thought the noodle soup would be very fishy, but it turned out not to be fishy at all. It was very fragrant." The girl smiled and said, "If you are not used to the strong aroma, you can wait for Ping An's third pot of fish soup. The flavor of that pot will be better."
I’ll be more righteous later.”
“It seems the reviews are very good.”
The assistant smiled.
"That's right, Ping An is very attentive to everything he does." The speaker was the old man at the next table. In addition to the noodles, he also ordered a plate of braised dried beans and a small drink.
He pointed to the menu on the wall and said:
“In addition to noodles, there are also fried dough sticks, soy milk, wontons, etc. There are so many choices.”
The old man was still more thoughtful and knew to take the opportunity to do more publicity for Ping An's store.
Zhou Ping and the thin assistant looked at each other and smiled.
Next, the camera slowly turned to the protagonist, a man wrapped in a cartoon apron.
Holding bamboo chopsticks in his hand, he carefully put the strips of dough into the oil pan and fried them. After a while, the crispy and golden fried dough sticks emerged from the oil surface.
"Safety."
A gentle call.
Despite this, Hao Pingan was still startled, and the laughter of the guests suddenly sounded outside the camera. Immediately, Pingan glanced at the camera curiously, thinking of what Li Kui had explained yesterday, he raised a bright smile and waved
beckoned.
An innocent and childlike smile.
Spotless, a smile that shouldn't appear at this age.
The shooting proceeds in an orderly manner.
The story between the customer and the store, the story between people, this is the spark that Director Zhou wants to create.
Opposite of the road.
Under the gradually dimming street lights, a slanting shadow was drawn.
Li Kui crossed his arms and looked at the scene in the store with a smile. Suddenly, the shadows under his feet boiled like boiling water, and he was shocked to see two ordinary "people" standing up from the shadows.
"From now on, you two will be employees of the store. If anything happens, please report it to me immediately."
Li Kui moved his lips and gave the order indifferently:
"When the shooting is over, you can go in and help."
Ever since Xu Zhao talked about recruiting employees for the store, he took it seriously. Normally, there is only Hao Ping'an in the store. Hao Kaixin is in school except for holidays, Saturdays and Sundays, so Ping'an alone cannot do it.
Thoughts came and went, and Li Kui soon came up with an idea.
That is to let your subordinates work there, which is both reliable and reassuring!
The two warriors of the Nether Legion took off their armor and put on ordinary clothes. They were disguised by magic. Apart from their expressionless faces, there was nothing weird about them.
On the other hand, now that the Tiger Talisman is in his hands, the Netherworld Legion naturally belongs to him. Compared with before, the number of elite warriors today has been greatly reduced, but there are still nearly a thousand.
The two soldiers nodded silently and did not speak.
At this moment, a small truck drove in from the intersection and stopped on the side of the road.
I saw Xu Zhao jumping out of the passenger seat, shouting for someone to bring the fruits and vegetables to the store, and then he couldn't wait to watch the filming of the show with a curious look on his face.
"Xu Zhao."
"Good morning, Director Zhou."
Zhou Ping was wearing a vest today and had curly hair. He was quite artistic. He took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket and handed one to Xu Zhao, who waved his hand: "Director Zhou, I don't smoke."
"It's better not to smoke."
Zhou Ping smiled nonchalantly, pinched the shell of his ear with his backhand, and asked curiously: "Xu Zhao, are you working in Ping An Store now?"
Since he started observing Ping An's store, he found that Xu Zhao came here every day, but he always wore different clothes every time he came. Sometimes he was working clothes from a fast food restaurant, and sometimes he was wearing a doll costume.
"No, I just come here to help occasionally."
Xu Zhao looked around for a moment, pointed at Li Kui not far away with a smile and said: "Brother Kui is my boss. He and Ping An are good friends. He was on a business trip some time ago, so I came over to help in my free time."
"You guys are really good people."
After hearing Xu Zhao's words, Zhou Ping spoke from the bottom of his heart.
In today's impetuous world, how many people can do this for their friends? This kind of friendship is really rare.
"Hey, I just do what I can, it's nothing."
Xu Zhao rubbed his nose and smiled shyly.
Zhou Ping said: "May I ask what you do?"
Xu Zhao glanced at him twice and said bluntly without hiding anything: "Arranging the belongings is to help the deceased person sort out the belongings."
"Oh, sorting out the relics." Zhou Ping nodded thoughtfully, and then said with a smile: "Among the people I know, this is the first time I have seen a friend who does work in this field."
"Hey, I like this job very much."
Xu Zhao turned his head to look at the customers in the store and smiled: "It's a very meaningful job."
There seemed to be a different kind of light in those eyes.
Zhou Ping saw this and turned to look at Li Kui under the street lamp, silently thinking about another thing in his heart.
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Early morning time always flies by quickly.
In a blink of an eye, it was past seven o'clock, and more and more customers were in the shop, and they began to sit down at the small tables outside the shop.
With the flow of people and cars, the cold steel jungle becomes full of life and bustle.
"Give way, give way."
The little electric donkey squeezed through the crowded crowd like a loach.
"Brother Zhou, the photo is ready."
The thin assistant ran over and said: "The rest... just come back tomorrow and take more pictures."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Zhou Ping patted his assistant on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm treating you today, you take the others to find a place to sit down and eat."
"Hey, the iron rooster is plucking its feathers today!"
The thin assistant raised his eyebrows, turned around and shouted: "Brothers, Brother Zhou is treating us today, order whatever you want to eat quickly!"
"Great!"
Several members of the filming team immediately burst into cheers.
"These little bunnies."
Zhou Ping smiled and shook his head, then found a secluded corner, took out his mobile phone, opened the address book, and made a call.
beep……
beep……
"Hello, who's there?"
A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Oh, you stayed up late again?"
As soon as he heard the voice, Zhou Ping understood instantly, and immediately joked: "I, Zhou Ping!"
"Brother Zhou, who did I think was calling me?"
The man's voice suddenly became weak: "I've been working overtime in the editing room these days, and I almost died."