Several people were also starving, and while they were snoring the noodles, Jia Lin couldn't help but look in the direction of the photo. Su Yan was squeaking there, and the noise he made didn't need to be so quiet.
"Hey, are all your directors like this?"
Brother Nan raised his head and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand: "We are all used to it. Ever since the first day when Teacher Huang used limited ingredients to make dishes and let the director taste them, we have been eating them for almost every meal.
I even suspect that the menu every day now is all about what he wants to eat and we make it."
Luo'er came over and said, "I know why. Teacher Huang's food is really delicious. I really envy Teacher Sun."
Huang Lei smiled when he heard it: "Then find a chef as your boyfriend. It's such a simple thing, Jia Lin can just forget about it."
Hearing this, Jia Lin was dissatisfied: "Why should I let it go? There might be someone who likes me. I was not bad when I was young, right?"
Although Su Yan was eating noodles, her attention was still on the venue. After hearing this, the writer remembered to look for her old photos.
Xiao Nanyuan still knows how to be a good person: "Sister Lin, you are probably over 20 this year. I used to mean when you were in school."
Jia Lin laughed so hard after hearing this that he gave him the poached eggs in the bowl: "I can talk, here you go."
After the meal was over, there was basically nothing to do, and Su Yan would not insist on being busy all the time.
The cameras are still running, and the celebrities all know it, so nothing extraordinary will happen.
Regarding this matter, Xiao Nanyuan even came to ask him what would happen if he farted on the show. Su Yan directly said, if you dare to post it, I will broadcast it, but so far, it has not been photographed.
Director Chen, Wang Yangyang and others went to rest, while Su Yan and writer Lijun stayed in the yard.
Huang Lei was chatting with Jia Lin and Teacher Dong there.
"What kind of show is this?"
"Well, at first we thought it was farm work." Dong Dawei thought for a while and concluded.
"But later I discovered that it was probably a gourmet meal. If you look at today, it's almost 10 o'clock after breakfast and dinner, and it's past 2 o'clock when lunch is ready. Dinner is a late-night snack."
"So you basically spend the whole day cooking?" Jia Lin was surprised: "Would it be funny if it was filmed? This is not a variety show, there is less competition, less winning and losing."
Huang Lei took a sip of hot tea. Compared with others, he preferred this sip.
"The director said that this is called a slow variety show. It does not deliberately pursue conflicts, but only expresses the daily life side through the lens.
Let the audience see that celebrities are actually ordinary people. If they are beaten, they will feel pain, cold, and heat, and they will also have happy and unhappy things.
After recording a few episodes, I roughly figured out the routine. They just wanted the artists to take action.
In fact, the conflict you mentioned also exists, but it has become a trivial matter.
For a hundred dollars or so, most people don't care too much, let alone celebrities.
But here, in Yangfang, it's a big deal. If the director hadn't made a mistake and ate that dried meat, and you two just slapped your butts and left tomorrow, we might have suffered a lot."
Jia Lin became interested: "Brother Dawei, Xiaonan once went to clean up cow dung. Is it true?"
Dong Dawei narrowed his eyes due to the sunlight. He changed his position and sat down: "What do you think? I forgot about picking oranges just now. Did I cut corners?"
The production team can say anything, but the rules that have been set cannot be changed. Director Su is so cruel that I doubt that in future shows of his, people will go into the water in this kind of weather."
Su Yan was originally discussing the program process with Sister Hong, but when he heard this, he raised his head and looked at Teacher Dong.
Huang Lei patted him: "Don't talk nonsense, don't you know that good things don't work and bad things work?"
Jia Lin smiled: "You are very hopeful for this year's China Cup. "Run!" has set a ratings record."
"Well, I received the invitation, and I will attend with North Anhui Satellite TV. As for winning the award, I will leave it to fate.
There are so many excellent programs, it’s normal to choose anyone.”
Huang Lei naturally couldn't finish what he said, and he didn't know if this chat would be included.
"I'm being modest. To be honest, I rarely watch TV, but if I had time on Saturday, I would definitely stay in front of the TV. Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to participate." Dong Dawei said that he was an enthusiastic viewer.
"Yeah, you know what the director is thinking. If someone else released a hit show, they would want to start the second season immediately." Huang Lei was also surprised.
"He seemed to be in a difficult situation, and even proactively stated that he had no plans to start for the time being."
"You participated anyway. I didn't have much preparation for the show at the time, so I was too embarrassed to go and play."
In fact, Dong Dawei was also invited. The bigger reason is that he rarely gets a break and just wants to spend time with his wife and children at home. This is also a promotion for the show.
"You comedians have also been shortlisted for many awards, right?"
"It's okay, not as good as Running Man. Apart from those old shows, I guess "Run!" has the best chance of winning the final prize."
Several people planned to chat on this topic again, but Su Yan stopped them, so they stopped.
"Why don't we let them rest? Let's sow the seeds first," Huang Lei suggested. Naturally, the two of them wouldn't refuse, so they took two hoes and set off.
When they arrived at the greenhouse, the three of them were in trouble. None of them had ever planted vegetables.
Dong Dawei looked at the seeds and seedlings in his hand: "Tomatoes, eggplants, garlic sprouts, green peppers, are the holes dug the same? How deep do they have to be?"
When I was dumbfounded, the village party secretary came.
Several people surrounded the savior, like students, following him step by step.
Loose soil, dig holes, sow seeds, cover with soil, and water. Although it seems clumsy, they are all done hard.
Brother Nan and Tyrol also came over soon and joined in the labor.
Jia Lin wiped the sweat from his head and said, "This will make it easier for the guests who will come later. I can't even eat it."
Huang Leile was delighted: "It's okay. I'll airlift it to you when the time comes. It will be absolutely safe and pollution-free."
"That's it, I'll have to breed more."
A group of people were chatting and laughing, and before they knew it, the large plot of land was full of crops.
"Hey, it's already past six o'clock. It's getting dark. Let's go wash up and get ready to cook."
"Fortunately, it's hot pot tonight, so all I have to do is wash the vegetables."
“gogogo!!!”
Everything was ready, and everyone sat together, looking at the white smoke curling from the pot in the middle.
There weren't many things, including the ribs soup base that had been simmered for several hours, some vegetables left in the backyard, and some side dishes bought at the market. The production team was generous and provided two kilograms of mutton rolls, which looked decent.
Just as they were about to start eating, the branch secretary knocked on the door and brought half a smoked hare and some cooked food. Faced with the invitations of the members, he declined with a smile and disappeared into the night.
The stars who were originally impatient all felt some emotions, and seemed to understand the program and the director's intentions better.
It's just that Su Yan is a little unhappy. There is no way to enjoy the hot pot.