Another scene ends, Hua Zhao goes to Yang Li and the screenwriter to have a small meal at night.
Yang Li happily agreed immediately.
He thought that Hua Zhao’s craftsmanship was better than that of the serious grassland people. The lamb was roasted so well that it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It was even more delicious than Batu’s roasted lamb!
"The main thing is that the seasoning is good. Hua Zhao's family owns a restaurant, so they must have a secret recipe." The screenwriter praised it from the side.
He eats and drinks every day and likes to be nice and obedient.
"That's it for today. The rest of the sky cannot be shot in one shot," the screenwriter said.
Yang Li immediately glared at him: "Are you the director or am I the director?"
He hates having people point fingers at him and challenge his authority, except for today's matter.
Thinking of the delicious roasted whole lamb, he was no longer in the mood to work, and looking at the sky, screenwriter Wang was right.
"Call it done." He turned around and said.
As an old bachelor, his only hobby besides work is eating.
He didn't like to go to Miao Lanzhi's house before. The idea was because Miao Lanzhi's house didn't have good food, and Miao Lanzhi's own craftsmanship was poor and not as good as him!
It was only later that he learned that Miao Lanzhi had received guidance from an expert and was no longer the same as before, so he went there more frequently.
"I heard that your restaurant has expanded in size? Where is it? Tell me, I will definitely go to support you when I have time in the future." Yang Li said.
"Forget it, I won't be able to hold on to my position anymore, so I don't need your support." The screenwriter would also try to undermine him.
Yang Li glared at him again.
Hua Zhao was used to them hurting each other and said with a smile: "The hotel is still under renovation and will not open until half a year later."
After she returned to the capital, she found a new location and opened a garden hotel.
I only had a few talks with Teacher Sun, who took over the project, and she left the rest alone.
People know more about traditional architecture than she does, so all she has to do is pay for it.
Before she came here, she had just heard that it would be renovated soon and asked her when it would open.
Hua Zhao set the date for half a year later.
Even though she has chosen the most environmentally friendly decoration materials at the moment, she still feels uneasy, and she has to be conscientious as a restaurant cannot exceed the standard for formaldehyde.
"At that time, our drama will almost be released. When the time comes, let Director Yang invite us to your restaurant for dinner!" the screenwriter said.
"Why should I invite you? Why don't you invite me?" Yang Lida said.
"I have no money. All my money supports my family. You don't know that I have a lot of children and grandchildren. They all need to be clothed and fed. Unlike you, you have been able to feed yourself and the whole family so much that you have saved a lot over the years.
Money?" the screenwriter asked.
Hua Zhao looked at Screenwriter Wang. He must have had a life-long relationship with Yang Li to dare to run against him like this, right?
Yang Li has been squeezed to the point of losing his temper.
He stared at the roasted whole lamb on the fire without saying anything. Thinking that he would be able to eat delicious food in a while, he felt much better.
Hua Zhao looked at Yang Li with a pitiful expression...
Released in half a year?
She may not think so.
A few people talked and chatted, and the sheep was almost roasted.
Song Xue frequently looked at the kitchen tent: "Why haven't you put on your clothes yet? People are starting to eat over there! I'll go take a look."
Dinner was served next door by the fires.
There are no electric lights on the prairie now. When the weather is suitable and there are many people, everyone lights a bonfire outside to eat.
Of course, more often than not, we eat it at dawn.
It's just that today's meal was a bit late, and everyone's meals were not ready until the last ray of sunset set.
A group of people share a pot of mushroom soup and add a few steamed buns.
After all, it was 1982. Do you really want to eat meat and drink alcohol and eat openly? How many families in the country have such a good life?