"Okay, you're thinking about shit, right? Then I'll ask the pet hospital to leave some more for you. You can eat enough tonight so you don't have to think about it!" Ye Feifei said, looking back at the photography team over there.
The staff laughed out loud at their interaction. A customer who was eating snacks suddenly raised his hand and asked: "Ye Feifei, you cooperate so well, why don't you act in a sitcom? We haven't seen a sitcom in a long time.
.I think if you partner with Luo Yin'an, you will definitely be able to shoot something super classic."
Ye Feifei shrugged, spread her hands, and sat across from the customer. She said seriously: "Actually, it's not that we don't want to shoot, but there are many reasons to hinder it. For a classic sitcom, the first thing you need is a script and actors. But.
Nowadays, actors are very valuable. Sitcoms do not make money, and big-name companies will not arrange for them to be accepted. Newcomers can be accepted but their acting skills are not up to par. This is a risk. Then, there is the script. Sitcoms must be in a
Setting up various laugh points in small scenes is a great challenge for screenwriters. Many classic sitcom scripts that you have seen before were written by directors and experienced screenwriters. Now directors do not have this time, and screenwriters do not
You don’t necessarily have that kind of accumulated belief. So, if there is no good script and it doesn’t make money, no one is willing to act.”
"It's a pity, so now everyone likes to watch reality shows? Like you, do we interact with each other? Ye Feifei, can I ask, does your reality show really have a script? Are you acting in front of us?" the customer asked.
So sharp, the staff of the program set all their cameras on Ye Feifei, they wanted to see how Ye Feifei would answer.
In fact, they were particularly afraid that Ye Feifei would tell the truth, otherwise they would be stimulated to death.
"Script? It depends on how you define script. The task card we got is the script. If you think it is, then it is. If you think it is not, then it is not. As for whether you think we are acting. You
Does it look like it now?" Ye Feifei asked back.
The customer heard Ye Feifei's words and laughed loudly, "I don't think so. At least you are very real. Then... I want to complain, Ye Feifei, you made this cold dish, right?"
Ye Feifei nodded and asked with a little expectation: "Is it delicious? They all said it tastes pretty good! To be honest, I am obsessed with cooking now and plan to make a lot of delicious food for my husband and children."
"Um... those who say this tastes good can basically be taken out and chopped. Ye Feifei, you'd better be an actor. The catering industry doesn't need you! There are specialties in the industry." The customer said seriously.
Ye Feifei was shocked. She took a long breath and asked unwillingly: "Is it really so bad? Is it really so unpalatable?"
"Well...it's not that it doesn't taste good, it's that it's inedible. It can poison people to death. Ye Feifei, have you never tasted the food you made?" the customer said, pushing the plate in front of Ye Feifei.
Ye Feifei bit her lip, picked up the paper chopsticks next to her, picked up a piece and put it into her mouth. Three two one, she vomited.
"Sorry, I won't make food for you anymore." After apologizing, Ye Feifei stood up and looked at Luo Yin'an and the others, and said a little angrily: "You did it on purpose, right? It's so unpalatable, but you still dare to say it's delicious?"
!That’s too much, it’s fun to lie to me?”
"Cousin, I have a strong taste." Luo Yin'an held her head and prepared to run away.