Mu Sheng, who was inexplicably cold, straightened his body straightened, looked left and right in confusion, scratched his head, and finally stopped and sat down under the supervision of the director team.

When I arrived at the place, it was a very beautiful house, a classical courtyard with a delicate classical charm everywhere.

The filming staff arrived one step ahead of them, and had already set up the machine and prepared to start shooting.

The entire program of "Food Journey" gives guests a wide range of freedom. It provides a local guidebook and assigns them tasks. The guests are freely grouped to find these ingredients or dishes to return to this courtyard.

The first day is mainly to give everyone some rest and alleviate the hardship of long-distance flights.

And indeed, as Mu Sheng expected, after a simple rest in the afternoon, everyone became familiar with the environment and packed their luggage. The mayor brought a large bucket to comfort them.

The bucket is a very famous fish species here, which can only be eaten in this season and cannot be cultivated manually.

The meat is delicate and fat, and it is a very rare delicacy.

All the things that should be said and introduced were introduced. After a group of people simply decided which dishes to cook, they prepared to start cooking dinner.

Because the bowl of poached eggs on Weibo did not have the cooked noodles, Chu Ci was honorably assigned to the job of starting the job by several people.

At this moment, she was squatting next to the bucket, looking at the three fishes leisurely paddling in it.

Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked here, thinking to himself that this little girl was not psychologically shady by what she said in the car before. Just as she was about to step forward, she saw Yanchao walking over casually.

Looking at Yan Chao's expression, Mu Sheng narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The king happened to ask her to wash vegetables and prepare side dishes for stewed fish and grilled fish.

Mu Sheng didn't see anything, so he responded casually, turned around to serve the food.

Yan Chao looked at the little girl who was squatting on the ground and almost shrank into a ball. His eyes were slightly dark. He raised his hand from behind and rubbed the bun that the girl had plated.

"What are you looking at?"

The little girl felt the pressure from behind her head and couldn't help but look back with her head.

Just squatting on the ground and tilting his head, Yan Chao was really afraid that she would turn over by accident. He quickly reached out his other hand to catch the back of the girl's head, and looked at her helplessly with a brow.

"Be honest."

But the little girl looked at him with a smile, "Senior."

Like a small piece of honey.

Yan Chao put a little force on his hand, and watched Chu Ci lower his head again, stood up and turned around.

"But then again, senior, do you actually know how to cook?" The little girl's hair was still in her palm. She was already standing up and looking at him with her head tilted.

That little face looks very easy to pinch.

Yan Chao's mind was on this little face and responded casually.

I still want to say: Is it good to make it for you to eat?

But looking at the camera next to him, Yan Chao swallowed silently.

The little girl has no works, she has too much attention, and it is not good to pay attention to this kind of attention.

"Actor Yan, I'll leave the grilled fish to you, let our sister Chu Ci help you."

The king shouted in the room with a handful of coriander.
Chapter completed!