Chapter 750

A large group of people returned to the hotel, and Lu Chuan was quickly called to the business room. The other party was in a rush, so he only had time to have Chef Zhong prepare his lunch before hurriedly heading upstairs.

This was the only room in the hotel besides the presidential suite where public meetings could be held. Their crew was calculating carefully, and this was the most suitable (cheapest) one.

When he knocked on the door, the other party was still arguing, and spit was almost flying onto his face; fortunately, Lu Chuan stepped back quickly.

Inside the room, a dozen people were huddled around a table holding laptops. The director drawing the storyboards was banging on the table loudly, clashing with the person in charge of props.

This would clearly be impossible in other crews, but in the Arctic Circle, everyone was used to it. It was very obvious that the props used for this storyboard were unreasonable or over budget...

In short, after the project was approved and before filming started, every day was spent like this.

Without this kind of collective brainstorming (mutual yelling), the progress would never be fast. And in the entertainment industry, time is money.

Li Dao, however, couldn't help but brighten up when he saw Lu Chuan: "Why call the lead actor over—wait a minute, have I interviewed this character? I have no impression!"

Lu Chuan:...

A group of people were still smoking in the room, but Lu Chuan had to pull down his mask: "Sorry, Li Dao, I am 'Chuan Liu Bu Xi,' and also Lu Chuan."

At most, everyone was just idle and commenting on the quality of the ingredients.

That can't be!

Lu Chuan politely declined.

Lu Chuan's meals, however, were delivered personally by Chef Zhong the moment the room number message was sent out.

But since someone brought ingredients like that, they were probably looking for that feeling. Who could guess the tastes and thoughts of the rich?

If it weren't for his professional ethics, he would have eaten that half-jar empty right then and there!

What a sin! How could they smoke indoors?!

So much so that Old Zhong had to lock them in a cabinet just in case.

"Who has ever eaten such good things in our lifetime? Let me tell you, this customer's temperament is also unique; he is very low-key. He might be using some incredible ingredients... You are tasting it to cook, but you aren't cooking, so what are you tasting?"

Really just one.

Lu Chuan looked at the food in front of him, silent for a moment.

It wasn't until 12:00 noon that everyone finished this round of discussion, hungry, and turned to notify the hotel to deliver food.

Everyone gathered together, chattering away. They had come up with eight or nine secret pickling recipes, but they just couldn't find the reason why these sour cowpeas tasted so good!

He had cooked for many stars and tycoons in this hotel, and he had processed plenty of self-brought ingredients. Things that ran on the ground or swam in the water were nothing strange.

After speaking, he nodded to everyone, quickly put his mask back on, and coughed twice: "Sorry, my respiratory tract is a bit sensitive."

But even with Old Zhong looking like that, the others didn't mind; they subconsciously and cautiously put it into their mouths to taste.

Immediately after, everyone stubbed out their cigarettes, fanned the air with their scripts, and some quickly opened the windows and turned the air purifier to the maximum setting...

Plain and ordinary, nothing special, right?

They had gone through three important scenes in the afternoon, touched up three sets of the heroine's makeup and costume designs, and even sketched out the details of the weapons.

These sour cowpeas looked so plain and ordinary, how could they taste so good? Once in the mouth, they were sour, crisp, and refreshing, stimulating a flood of saliva, so much so that he waved his hand, calling the other chefs over to take a pair of chopsticks and each take one.

What kind of powerhouse? What kind of acting? Once this appearance and temperament were applied, standing there without moving, he could have a story of a fallen nation and a beautiful, tragic hero filmed around him!

At this moment, he could only sigh and look at Lu Chuan: "You, the original author, do you want to make a cameo appearance?"

But this time, Old Zhong didn't call anyone else to taste it.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

But there was no need to taste it. When the white fungus soup rolled with a faint sweet fragrance at noon, the rice was steaming, the dried eggplant was stewed until soft and fragrant, and the taste of the sour cowpeas was even more domineering!

Some people stood there with empty heads and no temperament, while others stood there like pines and cypresses, with a sense of story even when they lifted their eyelids.

Everyone was shocked.

The casting director smiled awkwardly: "The contract is already signed; are you thinking of paying the breach of contract fee?"

And Chef Zhong, looking at the crowd inside, also lowered his voice: "Mr. Lu, may I ask, where did you buy these ingredients?"

Just... in the hazy light of the hotel, the other party pulled down his mask and smiled slightly, coupled with that fragile respiratory tract...

He habitually picked up a sour cowpea to taste, to see how it was pickled. Who knew that after one, he ate three more in a row!

Afterwards, he guarded the food, and as soon as Lu Chuan sent the room number, he pushed the cart and rushed into the elevator, steady and fast.

"So spicy! So satisfying! This is top-grade..."

Now, even though he knew he shouldn't, a qualified chef should be staring longingly at the customer at the right time!

The sour cowpeas were diced and packed in a jar; four or five people didn't even have enough for a three-centimeter segment, which was truly pathetic.

The other party was pushing the dining cart, looking at him with eyes that were exceptionally fiery and attentive.

The assistant director also hurriedly said to Li Dao: "The original author is here, shall we discuss the plot first?"

That wasn't all.

The other party only requested to use these, but didn't limit it to only using these. So in the afternoon, he soaked white fungus, soaked dried eggplant, and scooped out half a jar of sour cowpeas.

Mentioning the breach of contract fee made Li Dao calm down—no one should even think about squeezing money out of his crew!

In just an instant, his entire face turned red, and he was gasping for air with his mouth open:

Tong Jia let out a long sigh: "Is the lead actor already decided? Someone like him! It has to be someone like him!"

The entire kitchen staff knew how incredible these ingredients were.

And the ingredients Lu Chuan brought today were carefully classified, but they were all sealed and had no visual appeal, so he just treated them as local farm specialties.

Lu Chuan:... I had a premonition.

Ugh!!!

It was simply astonishing!

Old Zhong really regretted it!

Although the basic props and costumes were already prepared, it didn't matter; many plots were arranged at the end according to the scene order, so there was still time!

Specialties, aren't they just for eating with rice and "the taste of home"? And they were such down-to-earth, shelf-stable ingredients; he had already thought of the menu—for lunch, he would make stewed dried eggplant with meat, stir-fried sour cowpeas with minced meat, and serve it with a bowl of white fungus soup and a bowl of rice.

They had talked on the phone and via voice messages before, but they had never met in person.

Old Zhong then unscrewed the jar of bright red chopped chili, and similarly carefully picked out a little chopped chili mixed with minced garlic and stuffed it into his mouth.

Thus, amidst Li Dao's sighs, the screenwriters watched Lu Chuan with inspiration flowing like a spring, and even the props and art departments stared at Lu Chuan again and again, whispering and writing and drawing...