After The Vicious Cannon Fodder Was Reborn - Chapter 12

[Chapter 12]

Tao Mu’s afternoon scene was a scene in which the male protagonist sneaked into the demon sect masked, and was discovered by Mu Huating, who played the demon sect leader, and the two had a big fight. Because the face of the male No. 3 is to be photographed in this scene, in order to strive for the best filming effect, the crew’s opinion is to let Mu Huating take part in the battle in person.

After arguing all morning, Mu Huating failed to get Director Chen to agree to his request to use a double. When wearing Weiya’s clothes, his face was ugly like constipation, and he looked at Tao Mu in shock and fear, for fear that this officer would use the show to beat others and avenge his personal revenge. So much so that during filming, whenever Tao Mu swung his sword and stabbed people, Mu Huating would dash back like a rabbit, and even the camera could only capture an afterimage when he moved so fast. There is absolutely no domineering, arrogant and arrogant that a demon leader should have.

——If you are so cowardly, how can you film this scene?

Chen Yiqian couldn’t bear it any longer. After shouting “click” eight times in a row, he held a loudspeaker and yelled at Mu Huating: “Mu Huating, why are you here to make a comedy?”

Mu Huating was shocked and aggrieved, and shouted loudly: “Don’t blame me. Tao Mu deliberately scare me.”

Tao Mu stood there with a blank expression.

The whole crew is hugging their arms. When they are blind? Tao Mu obviously didn’t do anything, it can be seen that Mu Huating not only has a bad character, but also his ability to throw the blame is terrible.

Mu Huating, who was questioned by the entire crew, was also aggrieved. He insisted that Tao Mu was uneasy and kind, and would definitely beat him while filming. If he hadn’t run fast every time, he would have been beaten down by Tao Mu at this moment.

Chen Yiqian couldn’t bear Mu Huating’s heavy brain supplementation. In order not to delay the filming process, he finally agreed to Mu Huating’s request to use a substitute.

Mu Huating breathed a sigh of relief, took off his Weiya clothes at the fastest speed in his life, looked at Tao Mu with both eyes, and raised his chin to demonstrate. His face was full of arrogance of “what can you do with me”.

The big-haired, chubby, chubby-haired cultist who played the cannon fodder next to him had itchy teeth, and he could not wait to immediately block Mu Huating in the small alley and put sacks in it.

Tao Mu stood with his sword expressionless. He didn’t even give Mu Huating a look.

The substitute for Mu Huating was a martial artist from Gou Rixin’s team, called Daluo. We drank together last night. After seeing Tao Mu, he lowered his voice to defend Tao Mu: “…You are too real. If it were me, I would definitely take this opportunity to beat him hard. I will see if he dares to splash dirty water in the future. ”

It’s not necessary.” Tao Mu replied lightly. When a man is bitten by a dog, he can’t bite back. If he really did that, what difference would he have with that idiot Mu Huating. Besides, there are so many people watching on the set, how much can Mu Huating hurt even if he makes small moves? Since he is too lazy to do things like putting on sacks, naturally he will not fall into the hands of people in front of everyone’s eyes – he just casually used his acting skills at the level of a movie star during the confrontation, and his emotions were replaced by the perverted murderer he acted in his previous life. When a pair of eyes stared at Mu Huating, it was like a butcher looking at pork on a cutting board. Sure enough, Mu Huating couldn’t help but toss himself into a madman.

However, this kind of thing is quite mysterious. It’s hard to say whether other people have this keen sense of touch except the person who can feel it. But even if he can see it, it doesn’t matter – he uses his ability to suppress the show, and Mu Huating can’t catch up, because Mu Huating himself has no ability.

Da Luo glanced at Tao Mu and said, “That’s true. I heard that Zhao Keping also matched you up and introduced a male No. 3 audition. If you really pass, your crime will not be in vain.”

Tao Mu said nothing . .

With the cooperation of Daluo, the filming of this scene went very smoothly.

After the play, Tao Mu found Director Chen and wanted a copy of the martial arts video filmed yesterday: “It’s for resume use, maybe it’s useful for auditions in the future.”

Since Chen Yiqian wanted to show Tao Mu his love, he naturally wouldn’t refuse this. Little things. After all, Tao Mu has never signed a non-disclosure agreement in his life. Just before giving the video, I still habitually exhort: “Before the TV series is broadcast, don’t spread the video. So as not to affect the normal shooting of the crew.” After a

pause, he added: “It won’t be too long. There will be a promotional video for the Tian crew, and it is estimated that there will be this part. You can take care of it yourself.”

Tao Mu nodded.

Seeing that Tao Mu had finished talking to Director Chen, Shen Yu walked up with a smile, holding a fruit phone box in his hand: “Tao Tao, happy birthday.”

Tao Mu glanced at the gift that Shen Yu had prepared, and politely refused : “I already have it, and it was from Xiaopang. And I didn’t prepare a present for you.” In other

words, you don’t need to give me a birthday present.

The refusal to alienate is evident.

Shen Yu didn’t take it seriously: “Then tell me your phone number and I’ll save it.”

Tao Mu: “I haven’t done it yet.”

Shen Yu: “Then do you have a Weibo? Let’s check each other? The fans of Bo Xia all want to know your information.”

Before Tao Mu could speak, Shen Yu said again: “It’s useless if you refuse. I have already related to Wang Ye and Pang Yue. You just don’t tell me, I Go back and look at their friends’ attention, and sooner or later I will find you.”

Tao Mu glanced at Shen Yu and did not refuse.

Shen Yu smiled and searched out Tao Mu’s Weibo. Seeing the beautiful and unpretentious Weibo nickname, she couldn’t help but glance at Tao Mu in surprise.

Tao Mu was expressionless: “What?”

“Nothing.” Shen Yu smiled and said, “I think your name is very funny. I heard Wang Ye and Pang Yue say that their Weibo names are all given by you. Why don’t you give me one too?”

Tao Mu didn’t say a word, obviously he didn’t want to.

Shen Yu smiled and didn’t press further. He thought Tao Mu was very funny. He looks fierce and ignorant, but he is actually very arrogant. As long as you treat him nicely and smile a little, he won’t turn away people thousands of miles away even if he’s seriously annoying you. Just like the super-sized beasts with beautiful fur he had seen on the African grasslands. It needs to be approached cautiously, to please step by step, to be patient with the hair, and finally to brush the hair.

But he didn’t know what Tao Mu should do, but he was worried that his bad attitude towards Shen Yu would cause the plot to rebound.

In the past few days of rebirth, Tao Mu has carefully analyzed the experience of his previous life and the [book review] that floated out of his head from time to time: As long as Shen Yu likes, or really likes Shen Yu, luck and ending are usually not too bad; Shen Yu, especially those who maliciously target Shen Yu, will definitely not have good luck and ending. As for those who basically have no communication with Shen Yu, Shen Yu did not pay much attention, and [Book Review] did not disclose it.

To sum up, Tao Mu concluded that Shen Yu’s protagonist’s halo is also limited. The closer people get to Shen Yu, the more they have to restrain their disgust towards Shen Yu. Otherwise, it will be inexplicable bad luck.

Tao Mu was destined not to like Shen Yu because of his background and previous life experience. Due to the strong inertia of the plot, Tao Mu couldn’t be as hostile to him as he was in his previous life. After thinking about it, Tao Mu felt that the only thing he could do was to restrain his emotions towards Shen Yu. It’s best to keep a distance, and even if you can’t, keep your distance.

After the play, Tao Mu waited for Da Mao and Xiao Pang for a while, and the three of them went home together. The two who are committed to being a melon eater go straight to the computer as soon as they get home, which is similar to a severe Internet addiction teenager.

“Hey, I’m going, I’m so happy to have gained 3,000 followers in one day.” Big Mao Xiaopang stared at the Weibo page silly: “It’s really worthy of being a star, it’s more beneficial to be close to each other.” After speaking

, he didn’t forget to ask Tao Mu: “Didn’t you also interact with the prince? How many fans have you gained?”

“I don’t know.” Tao Mu replied dully. The heart said that a group of fans who turn their faces faster than a book, who is rare.

“Hey, why are you going!” Da Mao Xiao Pang looked at Tao Mu who was about to go out after picking up his wallet with a bewildered expression.

“Go buy chicken feet.” Tao Mu said, “Didn’t we agree to roast chicken feet for you on Saturday?” The

severely internet-addicted teenagers with their butts stuck in front of the computer immediately got up: “I’ll go too.”

As a result, Tao Mu I didn’t go to the market, but went to Sister Ping’s restaurant downstairs to ask about the purchase channel: “Can I order ten pounds of chicken feet? I’m not familiar with this place, and I don’t know who has a better product.” The

proprietress made a gesture: “No problem. Want it tomorrow morning?”

“It’s better tonight. That way, it can be baked at noon tomorrow.” The

proprietress didn’t say a word, and immediately called to order.

Half an hour later, fresh chicken feet are delivered to the door. The boss Feng Gottty informed Tao Mu: “Today will close at nine o’clock. When the time comes, brother will give you the kitchen, you can let go.”

Tao Mu: “…”

Feng brother is very enthusiastic: “I need brother to give you Are you fighting?”

“No.” Tao Mu hates being helped when cooking. Because it will disrupt his rhythm, it is more like a hindrance than a help.

Brother Feng smiled, and didn’t know if Tao Mu really didn’t need help, or if he was afraid of someone stealing his teacher.

However, Brother Feng still kept his promise and handed over the kitchen to Tao Mu at nine o’clock. He and Sister Ping were watching TV and eating melon seeds while waiting for others.

At nine o’clock in the evening, the nightlife outside had just begun. But in the corner of the back kitchen, it was as quiet as if everything was about to fall asleep.

The originally noisy kitchen quieted down, and only Tao Mu stood in front of the tap wearing an apron, cleaning chicken feet over and over again. Tao Mu used long running water, pouring the rushing water on the chicken feet, and while thoroughly washing the ingredients, the cold water also made the chicken skin more crispy. After washing the ingredients, Tao Mu put the chicken feet in a large iron pot and blanched them for two minutes, then rinsed them with cold water. This removes the fishy smell and excess greasy fat.

Next is the seasoning. In this step, you need to use good pork belly to stir out fresh meat oil. Then put in the special spices and seasonings and stir-fry. What Tao Mu learned was Old Man Song’s exclusive secret recipe, which the old man taught Tao Mu when he was very young. The old man once said that when a cook is cooking, he should keep his mind and hands steady.

It’s a pity that Tao Mu’s heart was never calm when he was cooking in his previous life. Because the dishes he cooked in his previous life were either to please the Shen family or to win over his partners. Being utilitarian, there is no way to control the heat when cooking.

Many people said that he had too many distractions while cooking, and the dishes he made were not as pure as Shen Yu’s.

Although Tao Mu himself didn’t know the causal connection between what he thought when cooking and the taste of the dish.

There was an enticing smell coming from the kitchen. Kind of like braised pork, only with a fresher taste and stronger aroma.

The diners sitting in the front hall couldn’t help but sniff, and Old Feng said in amazement, “Tao Mu’s craft is fine!”

“Of course.” Big Mao Xiaopang and Yourongyan: “Our brother Mu. It’s amazing!”

“It’s so delicious.” Every night, the old diners who rely on the hotel to watch TV blowing the air-conditioning and talking about the mountains touched their belly. They just had dinner, and they were hungry after a while.

Brother Feng couldn’t hold it any longer, he motioned Big Mao and Xiao Pang to go in and ask, “Can you try it first?”

“It’s not ready yet!” “Brother Mu, can you give me a few sips to taste the saltiness?”

“I don’t think it’s ready yet!” Tao Mu firmly refused: “Help me ask Brother Feng, is there Huadiao wine in the kitchen?”

” Yes—” Before Big Mao and Little Fatty could speak, Brother Feng got up and said, “On the shelf above the faucet, there is a black jar with a piece of red paper on it.”

“I see.” Tao Mu replied. With a bang, the Huadiao wine was moved down to most of the jar. I just heard a rustling sound in the pot. The rich aroma came out of the nostrils with white smoke. The fragrance rushed to the front hall, and the saliva of the old diners flowed all over the floor.

“No, I really can’t take it anymore.” Someone rushed out the door and ordered 30 yuan of meat skewers at the skewer shop next door.

Tao Mu is still patiently making the seasoning for the lo-mei. Half an hour later, Tao Mu threw the blanched chicken feet into the iron pot and simmered it on low heat.

This stew takes half an hour. The chicken feet are simmered directly, the bones are crispy and the meat is rotten, the skin is soft and the tendons are glutinous.

A large number of old diners in the front hall have been killed.

Brother Feng looked at Tao Mu with bright eyes: “What should we do next? Xiao Mu, you order whatever you want, and brother will help you.”

What’s next? Tao Mu casually threw the simmered

chicken feet into the secret marinade that had just been boiled.

Do you want to massage the chicken paws?” Brother Feng’s brain was wide open, from the palace ancestral secret recipes to the folk ancestral secret techniques, he was preparing to feast his eyes and open his eyes.

I saw Tao Mu said with a black line: “No.”

Brother Feng: “…”

His blood was doused by a basin of cold water. Brother Feng glanced at Tao Mu resentfully: “Then you can go upstairs to rest.”

Brother Feng looked at Tao Mu and wanted to inquire about Lu Wei’s practice, but he still didn’t speak after thinking about it. Just after the restaurant closed, I dragged Sister Ping into the back kitchen to observe, wondering how many seasonings and spices Tao Mu had used—

but I didn’t see anything.

[End of This Chapter]