Chapter 1215

Uncle Yi still remembered the storyboard the director described to Song Tan; without the three of you here, he wouldn't even want to cook dinner properly.

But...

The Song family still had to eat, so they had no choice but to gloomily pick up the large ladle and fiercely make four dishes and one soup.

When the stainless steel iron basins brought the dishes to the table, the director was dumbfounded, chopsticks in hand.

To be fair, they had eaten at many farmhouses; sometimes when filming in remote environments, cooking in large pots was normal. But the problem was, your family's basins were just too big, weren't they?

Let's count the people in the restaurant—

The simple and representative farmers Song Song Youde and his wife, the iron-hearted Song Tan family of four, the dark-faced chef couple, a black-society boss and his forcibly taken, weak university student girlfriend (suspected), a gentle and fair-skinned handsome tutor, and the enthusiastic Secretary Zhu who treated them well and charged fairly...

The helper Lianhua went to eat with her mother-in-law down the mountain.

Counting everything, there were only 12 people, but those 4 large basins on the table could have fed thirty people.

The dishes were also ordinary: stir-fried lettuce, green pepper and eggs, red-braised fish chunks, and braised pork with dried radish.

"Tan Tan went to the capital at the end of last year to participate in some Houji selection; they seemed to give us a certificate, and there was foreign text, saying it was global, and wanted us to go abroad to make a name for ourselves..."

He thought for a moment: "Maybe. But I think the tourists who come are fickle; when it comes to making money, it's still a long-term and stable business for us to grow vegetables."

Oh wow! Red-braised dried fish chunks!

Honestly, everyone was tired of seeing this kind of scene.

"No."

The only one in the family interested in this director was probably Song Song Sancheng; after all, filming a TV show was still a quite novel thing in his eyes!

He simply changed the subject: "I saw your family's Song Qiao Song Qiao livestreaming, the scenery on the mountain is just too beautiful! Sigh! It's a pity no one appreciates it."

By the middle of the meal, reason returned, and so did their courage.

The night wind blew quietly, the streetlights shone brightly on the road, the trees swayed on both sides, and the four men walking on the road still felt quite safe.

"Alright then."

Even more popular?

At this moment, after he asked a few questions, the director immediately noticed and quickly said:

The director's hand moved like lightning, quickly reaching into the large basin in front of him; without even seeing what it was, he fiercely grabbed a chopstick full.

Song Song Sancheng was an honest man and asked in turn:

"After the crew arrives here, can your family supply the daily meals? It doesn't need to be too fancy, just like today is fine."

The director looked at Song Tan with extra anticipation, daring to think again:

"Is your crew that rich?" Song Tan was also shocked.

Song Song Sancheng looked at him as if he were joking: "We can see these flowers blooming every day; many people in the village are even posting them on social media."

He cleared his throat: "Indeed, your family's things are truly good. But selling them only online, wouldn't it be a bit too cumbersome and small-scale?"

"Next time, if we can be rated as a representative enterprise of the village or district, for example, having a crew come to film, or actors promoting it online, the business would be even more popular, right?"

He became proud again when he mentioned this: "You don't know, Tan Tan said the output wasn't enough last year, so she wasn't embarrassed to sell them online. The fans have followed for so long, we'll definitely sell some this year."

"What's a village representative enterprise? Will they give out awards? Will the county leaders come?"

Director:... How can they be so impervious to reason?

He wanted to say that their three meals were actually quite stable, they just often stayed up late to film night scenes.

"That award is still possible; the city already knows, and Secretary Zhu knows so many people, just invite them casually—guess what happened?!"

Just eat! Just hurry up and eat, that's it!

Every person who comes to the house for the first time is like this.

Song Tan shook her head: "Don't you people filming always have irregular meals? Our family can't wait for you to eat. Besides, making a separate portion for you is too much trouble; just eat the communal meal with the crew."

"By then, maybe tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people will be able to appreciate it!"

"Why would no one appreciate it?"

In his opinion, tourists come in a wave when there are flowers, and don't come when there's no scenery; everyone eats one meal without knowing about the next, the money isn't stable, and they feel anxious.

She spoke so coldly and ruthlessly; this director, who was quite sought after in the industry, had no dignity here.

Song Song Sancheng was beaming with pride:

That shouldn't be a problem; the vegetables on the mountain are just about ready, it's time to notify Boss Chang.

He grunted: "Then, then can it be exclusively for the director?"

Song Song Sancheng is an honest man.

The dried fish chunks were mixed with agastache; those who aren't used to it might not taste it at all. But the director was a good director who wasn't picky; as soon as he took a bite, he was instantly conquered by the firm, chewy, yet uniquely fresh and fragrant taste of the dried fish!

"Among these dishes, the cheapest green vegetable is already 20 yuan a catty wholesale, are you sure you want me to supply the crew?"

Even if it's popular, there's nothing to sell, what's the point of being popular?

Dinner was unexpectedly filling; Song Song Sancheng simply took them for a walk to the back mountain dormitory.

Fine, fine, so you rural people are just straightforward, right?

"At the end of the year when we slaughtered the pig, the mayor even came to our house! We even took a photo together, I hung it on the wall; did you not see the photo?"

"Actually, your scenery here is especially good; if you open it for tourism, the entire village's economy could be boosted, right?"

Director:...

"But when you leave, can you sell me some of your vegetables?"

"But I said there was no output, so I didn't go, just took the title; later, the village construction approval process might be faster..."

Finally, there was silver ear soup.

The director had no choice but to nod humbly:

When all the dishes were served, the room was instantly filled with the intertwined aroma of meat and vegetables; in other places, it might be mixed, but here...

Really, a wild boar can't appreciate fine bran; do you know what returning to simplicity means?

Director:... Forgot about the price of good things again.

"Is that what you call representative?"

Accompanied by Song Song Youde's polite greeting: "Come, eat, whatever dishes there are, don't be polite!"

Isn't it already quite popular now?

What do you mean 【doesn't need to be too fancy】? Uncle Yi put down his chopsticks with a dark face.

Farmers, after all, are down-to-earth; only by seeing the harvest step by step do they feel secure.

"When the fruit bears later, everyone will appreciate it even more."

Even if it's not the first time, like Dr. Guo and Secretary Zhu, they both hold their bowls, eating from whichever basin is in front of them, not caring at all about weight or whether they like the ingredients.

He widened his eyes, then looked at the two cameramen beside him, who were also shoveling food into their mouths with their bowls, as if they hadn't eaten in three days.

But the tears in the corners of their eyes, mixed with the food in their mouths, seemed to taste even sweeter.