The most embarrassing thing about meeting someone after a long separation is the first step.
Although Chen Yiwen and Ding Shimei were in contact with each other by mobile phone during this period, and Ding Shimei had already agreed in advance that she would come over today, as time went by, Chen Yiwen would look at the door from time to time, or use the reflection of the glass to illuminate his hairstyle and clothes.
, I thought about many kinds of reactions to the meeting.
But even when Ding Shimei walked into the room, with a thin headband holding her shawl hair, a light blue shirt that exposed her collarbones under her smart and pretty eyes, and casual bell-bottoms held up by two slender legs, she still made people laugh.
Chen Yi heard this and was stunned for a while.
No wonder the ancients said there is no need for light blue and light red to look like a beautiful girl!
You can't stand like this all the time. Ding Shimei stepped forward with her cheeks slightly warm and shook the pocket in her hand. "Take it to the kitchen first. Let me see how busy you are recently." She had to say something, and she had to pretend.
If nothing happens, it seems that this embarrassment can be alleviated.
In fact, the two people's Wechat contact during this period turned out to be a bit polite and unfamiliar.
He asked her what she was doing and said that she was going to the cafeteria just after class. She replied that she was going to play ball, so you should have a good meal.
Another example is when she came to ask, Chen Yiwen said that he was walking, and Ding Shimei replied, what a coincidence, I was walking too. Chen Yiwen choked up when he asked, "Does this count as if we are walking together?"
Or he said that he had just finished the work at hand, and she replied that he was going to take a shower. Chen Yiwen said that it was not a bother, but he didn't even dare to believe it.
There was no one else in the studio. On this day, Chen Yiwen used all kinds of tricks to make everyone in the studio leave, otherwise Ding Shimei probably wouldn't have the shame.
It was just past eleven o'clock. Chen Yiwen took the things from Ding Shimei's hands and put them in the kitchen. He took her to look at the computer in the studio to see what he was doing. Chen Yiwen showed several commercials shot by Liu Yu in the studio.
I took out the video and introduced it to her. The documentary filmed by Ding Shimei will be online on Pineapple.com and Aibi.com. Chen Yiwen also heard about Kiwi Fruit. He had watched it before. The quality was indeed very high. Chen Yiwen was impressed by Ding Mei’s talent.
They all felt speechless.
Similar to the kind of documentaries she made, he also watched the mature period of documentary blowout in his previous life. Through interviews with roadside stalls, vendors, and diners, he recounted the joyful encounters, painful partings, and the human fireworks behind the melancholy of life.
However, it took a long time for documentaries in previous generations to develop to this point, which included the accumulation of technology and the advancement of narrative perspectives from previous generations.
But in this time and space, the development of visual technology can directly overcome the technical barrier. Microphotography technology and ultra-macro technology can completely present the texture and subtle changes of food ingredients. AI processors can synthesize thousands of photos per second into one picture.
The texture is extremely excellent, and in terms of how to narrate a documentary, Ding Shimei's directorial skills are not inferior to mature works from another time and space, and you don't even think that this is a level that a college student can do, so this is talent.
No matter what, this film will turn out very well.
"Since Kiwi came to my door, I also saw the value of your "Eating in the World". The conditions given are good and it will be released on multiple platforms. It is very sincere to give such conditions. Your film cannot be simply used by our pineapple
Internet, or exclusive to Abby.com, it is a great thing that this kind of film can be seen by more people."
When Ding Shimei's film came out, she was conflicted about whether to put it on Pineapple.com or Aibi.com. The former was Chen Yiwen's website, and the latter was Third Brother's. She was once in a dilemma. She actually wanted to put it on Chen Yiwen's side, but Third Brother
After all, we have a childhood friendship with her, and I don’t want the third brother to think too much about it. In the end, Chen Yiwen’s opinion was to publish it on multiple platforms, and the same was true for the third brother’s opinion.
Ding Shimei looked straight ahead, not looking at him, and said, "There is a saying that when you see a wise man, you will always be the same. With a person like you by my side, I don't want to admit defeat."
Chen Yiwen looked at Ding Shimei's arrogant look and said with a smile, "So today's meal is intended to make me feel inferior?"
Ding Shimei raised her lips and raised her eyebrows, "I heard that your Pineapple website has encountered a lot of problems recently. Seeing how busy you are and how malnourished you are, I thought I would send you to the countryside as a gift. I want to give you my incredible cooking skills.
Show your hand."
Peerless cooking skills, how peerless must they be to be worthy of such a charming face? Chen Yi heard it and became very interested.
"Is this the legendary beauty?"
"Don't talk nonsense, let me do something." Ding Shimei's face was slightly hot, but her temperament was steady. Seeing Chen Yiwen being stunned by her, she wanted to laugh at you. But in order to cover up her panic, she still hurried
Give him the things you have in your hand and direct him to work, acting like a chef.
The kitchen of the studio has a gas stove and cabinets, but it usually contains Liu Yu, Zhuo Jun's and their instant noodle bowls. Chen Yiwen bought a set of pots and bowls downstairs for today. Now watching Ding Shimei put on an apron,
With a decent appearance and a warm feeling in your heart, two people are busy in the kitchen. Isn’t this the dream life in many movies and TV shows?
"What are you cooking today?" Chen Yiwen rummaged through his big pocket.
"How about making tomato beef brisket, frying shredded potatoes and pork, and making omelette soup? I haven't eaten much recently, so it's just a good time to supplement my nutrition..." Ding Shimei said, looking at Chen Yiwen staring at him intently, slightly flustered, her words
Then he said, "I mean... you just have to go along and enjoy the happiness."
Chen Yiwen ignored her little dodge and pointed, "Do you want me to cut these vegetables for you first?"
"No, you wash it for me and I'll cut it." Ding Shimei said, looking around, she found the kitchen knife on the shelf and reached out to get it.
In the MasterChef roommate advisory group, Huang Li said: "My mother said that women must have good knife skills. You may not know how to do needlework, but when you use exquisite knife skills to cut a potato as thin as a cicada,
My son, you will look particularly virtuous when you can use rhythmic knife skills to cut the dishes beautifully on the chopping board. Moreover, you can not only capture a man's stomach, but also his guts. Every time I
When my father made my mother angry, he didn’t need to say much. My mother chopped the knife into the pile, and my father was extremely gentle and careful at that time.”
At that time, everyone laughed and cursed, "Everyone is afraid!"
However, Ding Shimei thinks it still makes sense. Imagine a stereotype, thinking that a girl who can only order takeout and never touch Yangchun Shui can suddenly show off a set of beautiful knife skills in the kitchen. It will definitely be amazing.
Right. Just like I often like to wear loose casual clothes and look harmless, but I can go to the court and hang some pretentious boys to the ground and watch their pupils tremble. That is quite satisfying to me.
psychology.
It's a pity that Chen Yiwen doesn't play ball, so he can only make up for it here.
Ding Shimei held the knife, thump! thump! thump!
In a slight silence, Chen Yiwen faced the remains on the cutting board and asked, "Did you... kill them?"
During the social crisis, Ding Shimei bit her lip and cursed Huang Li's unreliability. She was eager to start the next project to restore her image. She believed that Xu Yining's practical school was still trustworthy. In that dormitory tutorial, Xu Yining told
She taught her unique secret of "flying an omelette 360 degrees in the air". Xu Yining demonstrated several times that she could spin the golden and crispy eggs beautifully in the air and then put them back into the pot.
Ding Shimei also used the small pot in the dormitory to operate it, and she could barely do it.
And the secret taught by Xu Yining is: "Imagine it is a badminton. You use the technique of operating a badminton racket to control the ball, and you can achieve any effect you want. When you complete this move, you can imagine that he is next to you.
Are you so starry-eyed!?”
Don't be too tempted at all.
What Ding Shimei is holding now is the iron pot in the kitchen of Chen Yiwen's studio. In the pot are two fried eggs that have begun to absorb all the oil in the pot and gradually become golden with a sizzling sound.
Imagine that the pot in your hand is a badminton racket. Hmm.
Ding Shimei took a deep breath and did enough mental preparation. But the moment she shook the spoon, she discovered the problem.
This was not the small milk pot she had previewed in their dormitory before, so all the pot sense she had mastered before were useless, and the pot in front of her... contained two fried eggs.
She knows how to hit a badminton, but when there are two badmintons in the pot... it's a bit difficult.
Chen Yiwen looked at the fried eggs slapped on the ceiling, stuck to them for a few seconds, and then fell back to the fried eggs in the iron pan in Ding Shimei's hand, who was still in shock. Neither of them spoke.
One didn't know how to explain it. The other couldn't understand it, but was shocked.
…
As luck would have it, everyone who was kicked out of the studio today by Chen Yiwen with different tricks and excuses actually informed each other and knew that Chen Yiwen's anomaly today was that Ding Shimei was coming to visit. Everyone pretended not to know, but in fact, they had calculated the time to come back and kill him.
Back carbine.
Then a group of people shouting, "Why does it smell so good! Who cooked the delicious food and didn't ask us!" "You're not kind! Turn on the small stove!" People rushed into the studio and stopped.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you.
"Well, I'm suddenly not very hungry."
"Haha, I remembered that I had just eaten. I was so full that my stomach felt so full!"
"I'll come back and get a document, you continue!"
A nest of hummingbirds dispersed.
In the end, Chen Yiwen and Ding Shimei were the only two people at the table, bringing the dishes to the table one by one. Looking at the dishes in front of them, they seemed to be successful, but God knows what kind of steel-making process the dishes had gone through before. Ding Shimei, who was extremely embarrassed, said, "How about...
…Let’s go out to eat…?”
Chen Yiwen served himself a full bowl of rice, picked up the bowl, put a large piece of chopsticks on the rice, and then took a big bite of the rice. Finally, he picked up another chopstick and put it into Ding Shimei's bowl, saying "Not bad"
Try it now" expression.
Ding Shimei was startled, her eyebrows were gentle, and she put the food into her mouth.
The floor-to-ceiling windows next to them let in the city's usual dappled sunlight, gently covering the bodies of a man and a woman.
Chen Yiwen suddenly laughed.
Ding Shimei gritted her teeth in annoyance, "Why are you laughing! My 'peerless cooking skills'?"
Chen Yiwen shook his head and recited a poem to himself, "As the years go by, there are thousands of dreams in the past and present. Fame and fortune are vain, but a lot of good times are lost."
Then in Ding Shimei's slightly confused eyes.
He looked at her and said something that made the latter's cheeks instantly turn red, "Maybe the ancients said that the fleeting white clouds are like a dream, and those good times wasted for illusory fame and fortune... are right at this moment.