A hole was cut in the middle of the circular table, a charcoal stove was placed on it, and a large iron pot was placed on top, where pork, vermicelli, and pickled cabbage were simmering over a low flame, and the aroma wafted out in waves.
Jiang Hexi came over carrying a basin of fermented dough. She pinched off a piece of dough and slapped it against the side of the iron pot with a "smack," followed by another "smack," as she patted the dough against the edge of the pot.
Yan Jie walked over upon hearing the sound, "What kind of cake is this?"
"Iron pot flatbread".
Jiang Hexi kept patting the dough with her hands and said, "This is dough made from corn flour ground from our own corn, mixed with some wheat flour. Grandma Xiang said that this dough smells so good when it's baked that it'll kill you."
Yan Jie's mouth watered at her words, just as Chu Yang came running over and said hurriedly, "Brother, they've started eating."
He lifted his foot and walked over to the stone house next door.
Jiang Hexi watched his departing figure and called out to him, "Dinner's almost ready, where are you going?"
Yan Jie walked out without looking back, saying, "I'll be right back."
Braving the biting north wind, he led the cameraman behind him into the courtyard where the production team was staying.
Just as the staff were all staring at him in bewilderment, he unexpectedly walked up the steps and pushed open the door to the creative team's office.
Without warning, without knocking, everyone inside stared at him without any suspicion, and the world fell into a deathly silence.
Yan Jie stepped aside from the live stream camera, his gaze fixed on the two steaming plates of stir-fried dried tofu and sausage on the table, and said indifferently:
"Director Chen, I heard that the sausages you made for us are ready. I'm coming to take them."
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