pjbooks Chapter 109 What happened last night?
Chapter 109 What happened last night?
Chapter 109 What happened last night?
Looks like something happened last night.
Filming officially began at 9:00 AM.
In the thirty-second scene, the male protagonist demonstrates his "traditional grilled fish" technique in the kitchen of his family restaurant, aiming to showcase his hidden culinary skills and his commitment to family traditions.
The camera mainly focuses on close-ups of hands in front of the stove.
"Departments, prepare—Action!"
The reflector panel quickly adjusted its angle, and the cool white light was precisely focused below the stove.
The high-definition camera lens slowly zoomed in, locking onto the target firmly.
Those hands that were about to take control of the whole situation.
Wang Sheng's hand was already firmly in place.
Lin Zheng stood behind the stove, leaning slightly forward, assuming a posture of complete concentration while cooking.
His face was hidden outside the carefully designed frame of the camera; the only thing visible in the shot was the outline of his body from the waist down and a corner of the rustic stove.
But Wang Sheng's hands are the undisputed protagonist at this moment.
The prop is a processed mandarin fish, its back opened and scaled, lying quietly on the cutting board.
The camera needs it to show the entire process from slicing the fish to cutting it.
Wang Sheng pressed his left hand against the cold fish body, feeling its cool touch. Without hesitation, he gently sliced down the fish's spine with the blade.
The movements were fluid and almost silent, yet they contained a precise and undeniable force.
A whole, evenly sliced piece of fish meat is cleanly and neatly sliced off, the fish skin intact, shimmering with a healthy color.
Flip it over and repeat the same action, and another piece of fish will peel off.
Next comes the decorative carving.
The knife tip touches lightly, like a precision instrument working on the fish.
The diamond-shaped knife marks are of uniform depth and spacing, as if measured with a ruler.
This wasn't for the sake of the fish meat, but purely for the aesthetic appeal of the shot.
The angle and depth of each cut are all preparing for the best shape to bloom during the subsequent frying and oiling.
Marinate, coat with flour, and fry in oil.
The specially designed oil pan has a temperature controllable, ensuring the oil temperature is just right.
The fish slid into the boiling oil, sizzling and popping with a crisp sound, as dense golden oil bubbled and boiled. Wang Sheng held long chopsticks and gently stirred the fish to ensure that every inch of its surface was heated evenly.
The fish skin quickly tightens and changes color under high temperature, turning golden and crispy. The carefully crafted knife cuts curl slightly, forming beautiful and tempting curves.
"Cut! Great!" Director Zhao stared intently at the monitor, his voice booming with obvious satisfaction. "Very steady hand movements! Excellent camera presence! Keep it up!"
Chen Dehai stood next to the director, watching the close-up footage on the monitor. Those young hands were magnified infinitely under the lens. Every movement was clean and crisp, without the slightest hesitation, carrying an indescribable sense of seasoned rhythm.
The knife work is decisive and precise, the flour is evenly applied for coverage, and the timing of putting the food into the pot is perfectly controlled.
This is not a fancy move that can be achieved by learning a few moves on the spot. It is muscle memory that is ingrained in the bones and formed through thousands of repetitive practices in front of the stove.
The last bit of contempt Chen Dehai felt due to his age was completely suppressed by the stark reality before him.
This young man truly has impressive skills! He's not just a nobody.
A brief break in filming.
Lin Zheng walked to the rest area next door, and his assistant immediately handed him water.
He took a sip, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on the young man who was loosening his wrists and relaxing his knuckles.
After looking at it for a few seconds, Lin Zheng picked up an unopened bottle of mineral water, walked over, and naturally handed the water to Wang Sheng.
"You've worked hard." His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear.
Wang Sheng looked up and took it casually: "Thank you, Teacher Lin."
"Just call me Lin Zheng." Lin Zheng's tone was casual, even somewhat familiar, as he naturally patted Wang Sheng's shoulder.
These actions and words conveyed an unspoken trust.
"Understood." Wang Sheng nodded in agreement.
This scene was witnessed by several staff members who exchanged meaningful glances.
Teacher Lin's attitude towards this young chef was visibly different from what I expected—and not just ordinary! I thought it was just acting this morning, but it turns out it was real.
After a short break, the main event begins: the scene of pouring hot oil.
This scene required a single, continuous take, showing scalding hot oil being poured over a fish covered with dried chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, instantly creating a strong aroma and a visually striking image.
"Action!"
Wang Sheng steadily picked up the long-handled oil ladle and reached for the insulated oil pot next to him.
The camera follows closely, zooming in for a close-up.
The oil ladle was submerged in the boiling oil, and a full ladle was scooped up. The noodles trembled slightly in the ladle, steaming up scorching heat.
With a flick of the wrist, the movement was swift and without hesitation. The golden-red hot oil cascaded down like a burst dam!
The waterfall precisely cascaded over the thick layer of bright red dried chili pepper segments and golden-brown Sichuan peppercorns on the fish.
"Sizzle—!!!"
A loud, penetrating explosion rang out in the photography studio!
The boiling oil and dried spices collided violently, instantly splattering red oil everywhere! The domineering spicy aroma mixed with the caramelized fragrance of the oil brought out by the high temperature was like an invisible bomb exploding. With the violently rising white steam, it burst forth and instantly filled the entire space!
Chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns dance, curl, and change color rapidly under the baptism of boiling oil, releasing the most primal, intense, pungent yet extremely tempting aroma!
The meticulously carved diamond-shaped cuts on the fish's body, under the intense heat of the oil, revealed golden, crispy edges that shimmered with an enticing luster under the bright light.
The high-definition lens captures this breathtaking scene full of primal power: the dynamic splash of oil, the instantaneous color change of the spices, the extremely crispy texture of the fish skin, and the amazing "wok hei" (wok aroma) that seems to burst out of the screen!
"Cut! Perfect!!" Director Zhao jumped up from behind the monitor, waving his arms excitedly, his face filled with undisguised excitement and disbelief. "This take is a hit! The effect is amazing! Impeccable! Master Wang, you're brilliant! Truly brilliant!"
He even slammed his fist on the table in excitement.
Chen Dehai was standing right next to him; he had subconsciously held his breath while the filming was taking place.
At that moment, he took a deep breath of the intense, almost tangible, spicy aroma in the air, and a hot current mixed with the numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns and the smoky fragrance of oil rushed into his nostrils.
He looked at Wang Sheng, who was wiping his hands with a towel, and his gaze had completely changed.
The slight scrutiny and subtle sense of superiority that came with his professional experience were completely washed away by the consummate control he was in front of him.
This is far more than just technical proficiency; it is an almost instinctive and precise control over the characteristics of ingredients, the intensity of heat, the limits of oil temperature, and even the timing of aroma release!
It is a skill that can only be acquired through countless days and nights of focused dedication and sweat in front of the stove and fire!
No wonder Lin Zheng and Su Yun both looked at this young man with special regard.