Chapter 474: Do whatever you want, any of them?
Mao Yiheng, who was slacking off, sat at his workstation, crossed his legs, stared at the two actors on the screen, and shook his head inwardly.
This exaggerated acting, this deliberate quarrel, this designed dialogue... is too fake!
Haven't eaten in several days?
but……
The camera suddenly turned and showed a close-up of a pot of pickled fish.
The next second, Mao Yiheng's retinas were almost blinded by the golden light. He leaned back suddenly and almost fell from his workstation.
Fortunately, my colleagues were all concentrating on slacking off and no one paid attention to this side.
He calmed himself down, adjusted his posture, and continued looking at the phone screen.
The sauerkraut fish in the pot was of exquisite appearance, with the snow-white fish fillets trembling slightly in the soup. Each piece of fish meat was covered with an amber oil film, reflecting a rainbow-like halo under the lens.
The UP host flicked the fish meat with his chopsticks lightly, and the fish meat instantly opened up, revealing the garlic-like texture inside. You can even see the crystal juice oozing out from between the fish fibers.
The sour aroma of pickled cabbage mixed with the numbing taste of Sichuan peppercorns seemed to become a physical entity and burst out from the screen. Mao Yiheng seemed to be able to smell it, and his salivary glands rebelled on the spot.
WTF
His Adam's apple rolled wildly unconsciously.
At this moment, he suddenly understood what it meant to be "so greedy that you want to lick the screen."
Everything in the picture is golden potato shreds wrapped in bright red peppers. In close-up shots, each potato shred is shiny with oil, and the crystal starch reflection can be seen on the crispy cross-section.
It was just a pot of pickled fish and a bowl of spicy and sour shredded potatoes, two obviously ordinary dishes.
But it's like the Black and White Impermanence carrying a soul-locking hook, making people eager to make a move.
Mao Yiheng covered his rumbling stomach and watched the UP host pick up another piece of shredded potatoes with chopsticks.
In slow motion, the curve of the potato shreds bouncing, the chili seeds sticking to the surface...
Help, this is not food at all, it's a visual bomb!
In other words, these aren't just shredded potatoes. They're golden threads spun by the God of Cookery!
Immediately following.
The 3D surround sound of "crunching" chewing sounds came from the headphones, and the swallowing, sucking and smacking sounds of the two actors came one after another.
Mao Yiheng discovered in despair that the amount of saliva he secreted was comparable to the Three Gorges Dam flood.
Oh my god…
Who can stand this? Is this a food video or ASMR?
The most heartbreaking thing is that in the video, the two girls then poured the sauerkraut fish soup on the rice.
The soup seeps into and wraps every grain of rice, and then you start eating the rice with a loud slurp.
You can imagine the ultimate deliciousness of the perfect blend of the freshness of fish in rice and the richness of sauerkraut.
As the two argued, the last piece of fish bone was licked until it was shiny, and not even a pickled cabbage leaf was left.
Depend on!
You know it's a script, but you still make me hungry!
At this moment, Mao Yiheng's stomach suddenly made a deafening "gulp" sound.
The sound was so loud that even people from the next department looked up.
Mao Yiheng was so nervous.
I hurriedly paused the video and accidentally dropped my phone on the keyboard, making a loud "clang" sound.
"Depend on!
He roared madly in his heart, "This video must be a curse!"
He knew clearly that those exaggerated close-up shots were post-production special effects, and those appetizing sound effects were recorded with professional equipment, but his stomach just started to rebel.
The throat also rebelled, and the saliva secreted wildly was enough to fill a mineral water bottle.
"Brother Mao, why are you drooling?"
Xiao Wang suddenly poked his head out from behind the partition, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of subtle disgust.
Mao Yiheng was surprised to feel a chill on his chin.
With one touch, your fingers will be sparkling.
"nonsense!"
He hurriedly grabbed a tissue and put it to his mouth, almost scraping his lips. "I didn't get enough rest yesterday, so I'm a little tearful."
"But where does the wind come from..."
Xiao Wang weakly pointed to the closed window.
Mao Yiheng: ...
I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.
"Air conditioning, air conditioning... By the way, what are we eating later?"
Mao Yiheng quickly laughed it off and changed the subject.
"Well, that's a problem. I'll go to Dong Ge's takeaway and see..."
Silly Xiao Wang turned around and started to study the takeaway, not realizing that Mao Yiheng's workstation was a million miles away from the air outlet.
Seeing this, Mao Yiheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and drank some water to calm himself down.
Just as I was about to turn off the video, I remembered that if I didn’t complete the task my father assigned me today, I would probably be locked outside the door when I got home at night and have to listen to my father muttering about "The Ten Sins of Unfilial Sons" all night long.
He simply dragged the progress bar to the end, and found that the UP host "Ayi is here" was so stupid that he even forgot to reveal the platform for home cooking.
In fact, in order to attract audiences and increase interaction, Lu Ziyi deliberately did not leave the name of the platform "Happiness to Home".
In line with the principle of getting to the bottom of things, the unsuspecting Mao Yiheng began to check frame by frame.
soon.
His pupils trembled again!!!
Wow, this knife work.
Mao Yiheng widened his eyes and stared at the screen, afraid of missing any details.
I saw the chef's kitchen knife moving across the fish, the blade moving along the fish bones, making a rustling sound, and in the blink of an eye the whole fish was perfectly decomposed.
Is this the way the butcher cuts fish?!
The same goes for the part where he's processing shredded potatoes. The chef raises his knife and with a flash of the knife, a round potato instantly turns into even thin strips, each strand distinct and of uniform thickness.
Is this knife skill a special effect?
The scene then shifts to the cooking part, and the chef's posture of flipping the wok with one hand is so handsome that it's unfair.
The shredded potatoes in the pot drew a perfect parabola in the air and then fell steadily back into the pot.
Damn!
Awesome!
I don’t know how many years it will take to reach this level!
No, ordinary people probably won’t be able to reach this level even if they practice for their entire lives.
When the thought came to his mind, Mao Yiheng was suddenly stunned.
Although the master wore a black mask the whole time, revealing only his eyes, it was obvious from the details on his hands and eyes that he was a young man.
etc.
Mao Yiheng narrowed his eyes and his heart skipped a beat again.
I was so absorbed in being amazed by his lock-picking skills that I didn't even notice the master's age.
Now it seems that which good person is so proficient in lock picking and cooking at such a young age?
Do one thing, one thing, any thing?
this……
Is this correct???
I don’t know if the master’s craft is inherited from his ancestors or he learned it by himself?
If it's inherited from ancestors, then this chef's ancestor must have been a royal chef and a notorious bandit...
If he learned it by himself, is it possible that he is a secret agent trained by a certain country, lock picking is an infiltration skill, and cooking is a disguise identity?
Mao Yiheng's mind was in a mess, and all kinds of wild ideas popped up in his mind.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.
In the end, there was only one thought in my mind.
My dear father, you may really see a god this time.
(End of this chapter)
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