October 5th is the last day of filming for the show.

The four of them didn't deliberately get up too early. They went to the small square to take a look the night before. The chefs were still working overtime. There were a lot of ingredients and a lot of work. They were very used to it.

There are a lot of people in the village who go to help. Qin Xiaobao and others say that they are a bit redundant.

Do something, don’t give up yet, let me give in here, let you go away there, it is difficult to get started, and the result is not satisfactory.

To put it simply, it is more about mascots than actual effects.

Even if the two girls know how to cook, it won't work because the table seats are too different.

As the owner of the supermarket, Qin Xiaobao waved his hand and told him to sleep until he wakes up naturally tomorrow, but not later than half past eight.

Having said that, he got up early, washed himself quietly, dressed neatly, and went to the small square first.

It's only half past six, and it's already getting busy.

From a distance of more than ten meters, I could already smell the fragrance.

"Master, what are you doing now?" He leaned over.

"Fried pork ribs." The old chef stirred the oil pan with a large hoe-like spatula. The pork ribs had become golden and fragrant, making people's fingers lick.

"It's going to explode, isn't it cold?" Qin Xiaobao swallowed, feeling a little hungry.

"It's okay. This is the first time. I have to fry it again before serving it."

Qin Xiaobao remembered: "It will become crispy after two passes of oil, right?"

The chef nodded.

Then he asked a few more questions in a row, but the master became a little impatient. Qin Xiaobao smiled awkwardly at the camera: "Forget it, I'd better not disturb them. It would be a sin if they couldn't eat at noon."

After greeting most people, he returned to the supermarket.

"Today is the last day. I remember that I haven't made breakfast since I came to Hu Village." Qin Xiaobao rolled up his sleeves and faced the camera, glancing back from time to time, fearing to wake up the sleeping members: "So

I plan to show off my skills today and it will be a perfect ending."

The director over there saw it and immediately sent a photographer over to interact with him.

"Does Director Qin usually cook at home?"

"I don't do it. If Wang Bingbing is at home, she will basically cook, and I will be responsible for helping and washing the dishes."

In the issue where Wang Bingbing came, the two of them had already officially announced to the camera that they had received a small book, so there was no need to hide it.

"Will we go shopping together?"

"Of course, I like to go to the supermarket. After shopping around, I fill up the refrigerator when I get home. I feel inexplicably safe." Qin Xiaobao smiled sheepishly and temporarily stopped what he was doing: "I always

There will be a strange fantasy, and suddenly the outside becomes apocalypse, and then I hide at home, look at a lot of food, and feel that I can live for a long time."

The photographer was speechless, and the directors and screenwriters in the control room also looked at each other. You have enough imagination.

Qin Xiaobao's breakfast was very simple. There was a lot of white rice left over from last night. He couldn't come up with anything new. He fried rice with lard and eggs, added chopped green onion, and stir-fried it in the pot, which made the photographer cry with greed.

Let’s have seaweed omelette soup, open two packages of mustard and cook together.

"Director Qin, are you making breakfast?" Zhang Xiaofei got up.

"Get up," Qin Xiaobao turned his head: "Just wake them up, they can eat soon."

"okay."

ten minutes later.

"Director Qin is a good cook. This egg fried rice seems different from what I usually eat."

"The lard used was five eggs."

"Why do the eggs in the soup have to be fried?"

"Because I like to eat."

I don't know whether it was to give Qin Xiaobao face or because he did a really good job. All four of them ate up a large bowl of fried rice, leaving some soup. Laohu soaked the rice and finished it off with Hululu.

Zhang Xiaofei took the initiative to put away the dishes, while Lao Hu started making tea.

"Hey, should we go take a look?" Song Jia asked.

"I started getting ready at half past five. I went when I got up. Everything was normal." Qin Xiaobao took a sip of tea to remove the greasy food: "I can't help much if I go."

"I think we still have to go and have a look, Xiaofei, will you come with me?"

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Xiaofei quickly finished a few bowls: "Aren't you two going?"

"Let's forget it." Lao Hu said he was full and didn't want to move, and watched the two of them go out.

After sitting quietly for five minutes, Lao Hu pointed to the door: "Hey, the sun is shining."

Qin Xiaobao looked up with a smile on his face: "It seems that God is still taking care of us. The weather has been good on the last day. What I am most worried about is what to do with the lunch banquet if it rains again later.

"

"Don't bother me now." Old Hu crossed his legs and said, "Director, come over and have a chat."

Soon, the director came.

"What are your orders?"

Hu Ge poured him a cup of tea: "It's the last day. If there's anything you want us to do but haven't done yet, please tell us right away."

"No, no, you did a great job and we enjoyed watching it." The director was also very naughty: "It's a pity that the time was too short."

"Are you planning to go on to another season?"

"Director Qin, are you interested?" the director followed the lead.

"Let's see how the ratings are. If it's too bad, forget it. If there are viewers who like it, it's not impossible to consider it."

"If there is a second season, it is recommended to start with three people," Hu Ge continued: "Maybe you don't have to take over the supermarket, but replace it with something else. We can't handle the restaurant. How about setting up a B&B, not too many rooms, three or four like this

.”

"Hey, I like your idea." Qin Xiaobao thought of a program he had watched before: "It's pretty good to run an inn. Just find a professional chef and we'll be responsible for the housekeeping."

After chatting for a while, the director didn't take it seriously. It's not that simple to create a show.

"Hey, has Grandma Wu set off?" Lao Hu asked about the business.

"Already on the way," the director looked at the time: "I'll probably arrive around 10:30."

"Okay, you can leave." Lao Hu waved his hand.

The director left cooperatively.

Qin Xiaobao got up and went to the freezer and looked at the cakes inside.

"is that OK?"

"Everything is OK. Do you want to hide it later? Grandma Wu will definitely have to visit the supermarket as soon as she comes back."

"You're right, there's still an hour left, why don't we take it and put it away first."

"Walk."

When I came over again, I found that the tables and chairs had been set up, covered with red clinker and tablecloths, and there were more people helping.

For the villagers in Hu Village, this is a free table seat, no red envelopes are required. In their opinion, they must help a little, otherwise they will be embarrassed.

There is strength in numbers, and under the command of the village cadres, everything was carried out in an orderly manner.

Of course, it is impossible to receive everyone at once, so we use the form of flowing seats, which is quite common on farms. Except for the main table, everyone else eats quickly and clears up quickly, and then the next group of people enters.

There are not as many dishes as there are about a dozen at a typical wedding banquet. It’s not that the program team couldn’t bear to part with it, it’s mainly because they don’t have enough time to cook.

At 10:20, the four of them stood at the entrance of the supermarket, preparing to welcome Grandma Wu's arrival. Song Jia was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

After waiting for a few minutes, a car drove over from a distance.

An old lady walked down. When she saw Qin Xiaobao and the others, they immediately smiled and clapped their hands.

"Grandma Wu, I finally met the real person."

"Hello, grandma."

"Grandma, we helped you keep the store in good condition."

"Thank you, thank you," said grandma, who was chubby, had silver hair, and was in very good spirits: "Thank you for your hard work during this time."

Song Jia and Zhang Xiaofei took grandma's hands from left to right and entered the house.

"Oh, what a big change!" Grandma was very surprised. It was obviously the store where she had been staying for decades, but it still felt familiar and unfamiliar.

The place has become more spacious, the lighting has become better, the things have not been reduced, and everything is in order.

Qin Xiaobao and Hu Ge were a little worried and kept staring at the expression on grandma's face, fearing that she would show any dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, Grandma Xiufang walked around, touching here, looking there, nodding her head, saying: OK, OK!

"Grandma, are you satisfied?"

"I'm so satisfied, thank you."
To be continued...