"Continue filming."
A cool voice ca through, and the two third wheels sighed in relief and finally opened their eyes.
The caraman, one of the third wheels, turned on the cara and started filming diligently.
The chef, the other third wheel, was prepared... but it seed like there wasn’t much for him to do.
Tong Yan pulled out a box from the back and took out various delicacies, mostly steaks and lobsters, Western-style dishes that were already cooked, and just needed plating, which ironically, was the most ti-consuming part.
Western cuisine has particular requirents for each dish’s sides and sauces, so Tong Yan asked directly, "What sauce should I use for the steak?"
The chef was stunned by her matter-of-fact attitude and dumbly pointed at one of the bottles.
"Thanks!" Tong Yan thanked him and imdiately plated the dishes, serving one plate each to Bo Yimo and herself.
Then she started working on the lobster.
The chef, who should have been busy, could only sit idly by, feeling tragically helpless inside.
That’s not how the process is supposed to go!
The director instructed him to plate each dish to a five-star standard!
But now...
Watching Tong Yan hastily plate the lobster, the chef felt exhausted.
If there were background music now, it would be: What do you want to do, what should I do...
Western cuisine values delicacy, especially at a five-star standard, where slow craftsmanship is necessary. Director Wang arranged it this way, obviously intending for this group to not have a proper al, or ideally, not have a al at all.
This setup could add quite a few monts of laughter.
But Director Wang didn’t anticipate the existence of the Tong BUG.
Who would have thought there’d be soone who goes directly for the forced sale!
No normal person would do this, right?
So, where exactly did this immortal co from!
The chef couldn’t understand it, and when Director Wang later learned about the developnts in this group in the cable car, he also wanted to ask this question.
The final answer: no solution.
In two minutes, Tong Yan finished plating all the dishes, a speed worthy of a legend, filling the entire table, looking very accomplished.
Tong Yan boasted gleefully, "Thanks to , or else, who knows if we would be able to eat."
Clearly, it’s you who wants to eat, and yet you say it so self-righteously!
Is there anyone so shaless!
No, there isn’t!
The above thoughts belong to the caraman, who’ve been eating dog food for two episodes, full of resentnt.
Perhaps feeling the deep resentnt from the chef sitting on the side, Tong Yan thought for a mont, cut half a steak, and gave it to him, "If you’re hungry, just say so. Here, take this."
Chef: ...
He’s not hungry!
He just, just... feels inexplicably sad.
It seems like his presence makes little difference.
Feels like he ca for nothing.
The caraman glanced sympathetically at the chef, is he discouraged already? Try several more tis, and you’ll get used to it.
Bo Yimo curled his lips into a smile, looking even more charming in the warm sunlight, "Sweetheart, I’m hungry too."
Here we go again, here we go again.
His mom always asked why he often had to pause shooting, but he was helpless too!
The accompanying caraman, with no need for instructions, automatically paused the cara. As he was about to close his eyes, he glanced at the chef beside him, who was still sitting there dazed, shook his head in disappointnt and gave him a slight tug on his sleeve.
The chef felt the movent, looked at the caraman, saw him close his eyes, and suddenly realized, so he closed his eyes as well.
# Let’s give a thumbs up for the two third wheels who quickly caught on #
Tong Yan said irritably, "If you’re hungry, just eat, do you want to feed you or sothing." She had already plated a dish for him and placed it in front of him, what more did he want!
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