The old lady planned to make clay pot chicken. When she was about to chop the chicken with a knife, she was coaxed out by Chen Yun. For this meal, the four of them joined in the cooking.
The sound of "dong dong" never stopped.
Xia Yan took the kitchen knife, aimed at the old hen, and quickly cut it a few times.
Fu An calmly picked up the fire stick and fiddled with the matches at the bottom of the pot.
Qi Huan added water little by little to the basin and kneaded the dough clumsily.
And Chen Yun was like a rabbit, lobbying here and there.
"Executioner Xia, you can't just rely on brute force to chop a chicken. You need a method. Chop off the chicken legs and wings first and keep them."
"Huan ya~ Be bold and add water. This water is not poisonous and the medicine will not kill you."
Fu An had an easy job. He stood in front of the pot and watched several people busy mixing the food, with a smile on his fair face.
Chen Yun rushed to Fu An in a few steps, his face solemn.
Fu An tilted his head to look at her, and saw that her face seemed to be filled with expectation. There was nothing for him to pay attention to. "I'm the one who cooks, no problem."
"Did you add water?" Shen Yun asked cautiously.
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu An felt a chill in his heart. He stood up suddenly and lifted the lid of the pot. Seeing the bottom of the pot was red, his handsome face turned red. He met her eyes and said innocently, "I thought that cooking pots only required the fire to be turned on."
Okay, I'll compensate grandma with a pot tomorrow.
Xia Yan heard the noise and quickly turned his head to look. Seeing the iron pot burning red, he immediately laughed and said gloatingly, "Fu An is really good. The pot is even burning red!"
In their line of work, being famous is something they all want.
Qi Huan also gathered around, a rare sight, and raised an eyebrow, "It's so prosperous, let's get some red air."
The four of them surrounded the pot so tightly that no one could get in.
There are two pots in the kitchen, a big pot and a small pot. The small pot is burned, so the big pot has to be used.
"Fu An, come here!" After Shen Yun poured water into the big pot, he stood in front of the stove and looked at him straight.
Fu An was originally distracted by the voice and was brought back to reality. Seeing Chen Yun looking at him provocatively, he immediately understood.
"You burned a good pot like this, and the money the production team gave you was completely wasted. You should pay for it yourself."
Seeing her quickly getting into the groove, Fu An raised his head and restrained his expression. A hint of impatience flashed across his handsome features, and his tone lost its usual calmness. "How do I know you didn't add water? As a commander, you didn't mention this. It was your own operational error."
"What are the two holes under the eyebrows used for? I wonder if you can lift the lid of the pot and take a look inside." Chen Yun said lightly and mercilessly when he was talking to others.
The "dong dong" sound of chopping chicken became quieter.
Xia Yan pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on the war between the two people. They started quarreling over a pot?
Fu An lowered his head and said nothing, resisting from the hair to the soles of his feet that a good man should not fight with a woman.
Chen Yun was still unyielding, walking slowly in the kitchen with his arms folded, his tone particularly rude, "If you don't know, you'd think I'm bullying decent women and men..."
Fu An...
He admitted defeat.
The more Xia Yan listened, the more confused he became. He turned around and saw Chen Yun's sarcastic smile. He frowned and tried to persuade him, "Just keep your mouth shut. Fu An didn't mean it. It's just a pot. If it's broken, it's broken. There's no point in arguing. Let's go back and ask the production team for some money to fix it."
Chen Yun wanted to drag Xia Yan into the fray; a personal fight turning into a chaotic melee would surely be a blast. But he held a knife in his hand. The old lady had specially found a new knife for them to use. The back of the knife was sharp, the blade polished to a shine, and the blade was stained with blood and minced meat from chopping chicken.
She was frightened for a moment, and thought, let alone Xia Yan getting stabbed himself, that was all.
She was on edge one second, but in the next second she instantly calmed down and smiled at him sweetly.
"As you say..."
Xia Yan's hand holding the knife trembled, and he looked at her from head to toe with a suspicious look on his face. Did he hear it right?
He didn't expect that his words would work so well, and Chen Yun was like a docile cat at this moment, without a trace of displeasure on his face, as if the unpleasantness just now had never happened.
On the other hand, Fu An was burning the match with his eyes and nose focused. Shen Yun's sarcastic words did not make him angry. Perhaps he had to maintain his composure in front of the camera.
There was a weird atmosphere between the two of them.
Qi Huan looked around and kneaded the dough obediently. Although she heard the argument between the two, Fu An and Shen Yun were not the kind of people who would quarrel regardless of the occasion.
Seeing Xia Yan trying to persuade him, Chen Yun had this attitude, and he immediately understood that the quarrel between the two of them was deliberate.
Qi Huan glanced at Fu An, his clear and moist face was calm, he just blamed Fu An for joining Chen Yun in making trouble.
You know, any dispute in a variety show will be deliberately magnified for the program effect to arouse discussion among the audience. As the saying goes, it takes two to tango, and both parties have to undergo a new wave of baptism.
"Well... I've chopped the chicken." Xia Yan put the knife on the chopping board, and a few bloody scraps splashed on his body.
Chen Yun walked over with a smile, looked over, and praised, "A two-year-old hen, coupled with your extraordinary knife skills, has been chopped into evenly sized pieces. I'm sure they'll be very chewy when eaten."
Cheyenne: "..."
It started again.
Shen Yun took a photo of the chicken nugget, bloody and full of flesh.
I found the second male lead who rejected VIP and sent it to him like crazy, with the caption: I met a chicken, it pecked me, and the next second I felt deeply ashamed, and crawled into the kitchen with me.
This is the advanced self-cultivation of a chicken that transcends human nature.
After Chen Yun quickly rambled on about something, she put her phone in her pocket. She was only concerned with output, not input.
After seeing her take a photo, Xia Yan took one of his own. After all, it was his first achievement and it was worth keeping as a memory.
Time passed quickly as several people were busy.
The steaming hot clay pot chicken comes out of the oven.
Come, take a picture.
The four of them sat in a circle with the old lady and ate with gusto.
The cameraman was so greedy that he couldn't help but eat. Everyone eats at noon, especially these people who were eating so deliciously that he was also very hungry.
Xia Yan ate the chicken drumstick contentedly and praised it rarely, "I have to say, Chen Yun, your fried chicken skills are on par with the chefs in the restaurant."
Authentic old hens paired with good cooking skills are really the icing on the cake.
Facing the praise from several people, Chen Yun spoke calmly, "Some meals are fed by God, and you can't refuse."
He spoke too much, and Cheyenne pouted.
The task assigned by the program team was successfully completed. When everyone finished eating and brushing their teeth and were about to go back, Assistant Huang came over with a shrewd look on his face.
Look at this person with squinting eyes and a fake smile, it is obvious that he has no good intentions.
"Everyone's eaten and drunk, but you can't just eat chicken for free. You still have to work after eating."
Assistant Huang saw that everyone was not in high spirits and said with great sorrow: "The old lady worked so hard at her age to raise so many chickens, but she was not careful when she gave them to you to eat?"
What I mean is, it is shameless to eat an old lady's chicken without doing any work.
But Chen Yun is thick-skinned and can peel off a layer of it.
"Teacher Huang, we just drank some wine while eating chicken. I heard someone say that you can't work with a drunk chicken."
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